I rode the enormous hospital elevator to the fifth floor and crossed my arms over my chest as I walked down the chilly hallway.
It was quiet as I walked along the empty hallway. There was a space to my right with a few rows of chairs, but no one was seated there. I pulled out my phone and stared at the message I got from him 5 minutes ago.
Anthony: Go to the desk and tell the receptionist you’re here to see me.
My heart skipped a beat at the message he talked about me seeing him in action. I was filled with complete anticipation and anxiety about pretending now with strangers. Not just strangers, but his co-workers. It was dangerous, and maybe a little exciting.
The desk was at the corner of the room with a sliding glass window, which was open, and when I approached, the woman looked up at me.
“Hi. I’m here for Dr. Lowery,” I said.
“Have a seat. He’ll be with you shortly.”
I was nervous as I sat down on one of the chairs, running my sweaty palms against my jeans. Holy fucking shit... I can’t believe I’m doing this. The wait felt unbearable.
“Riley? Come on back.”
I jumped when I heard Anthony’s voice come from behind me.
I stood up and followed him into a room large enough for ten people. I looked at him, leaving me breathless.
He wore black dress pants, a white collared shirt and a dark grey tie. His coat was fitted to his toned body and white, and he completed the look with a black stethoscope around his neck. My gaze went down to the blue lettering over the right upper pocket.
Dr. Anthony Lowery, MD
He looked fucking perfect.
He walked over to me, smirking. “What seems to be the issue?”
“You’re very flushed. Breathing hard.” He pressed his finger on the pulse point of my wrist and smiled. “Your pulse is elevated.”
“I’m having a reaction to something.”
God, he was so hot. Before I knew it, he backed me up to the wall, looking at me. “Any clue what’s causing it?”
His lips crashed into mine at the same time as my back hit the wall. His hands were on my waist, then under my shirt, sliding over my stomach and moving up.
I grabbed the edges of his coat sleeves as his tongue brushed against mine. God damn him. How does he do this shit to me?
I tore my mouth away from his and turned my head to the side so I could take in a deep breath, and his mouth instantly went to my neck, lightly biting down on my earlobe.
It was crazy what we were doing, and how fast it happened, but the where we were doing this was the craziest part.
“Undo your pants,” he whispered in my ear. “I want to check and see how severe this reaction is.”
“Oh my god,” I gasped. Without thinking twice, my hands went down to my jeans and started to undo the button. He pulled his lower body away from mine so I could take my pants off. What if someone walks in on us?
I shouldn’t be worried. I trusted him. Anthony would never put us in a position to get caught.
His eyes locked directly onto mine, looking at me while he slid his hand down the front of my underwear.
I held back a moan as his fingers felt me wet for him.
“That is quite the reaction.” The deeper his fingers went inside me, the louder I moaned. “Are you sure you’re still not sure what’s causing it?”
He smirked. “I have a diagnosis, but we’ll have to delay the treatment for it.”
“I need to take this to my house.” He kissed me not even close to a passionate kiss, but more like a rough, desperate kiss. “In my bed. Preferably with my mouth.”
“Please,” I moaned as he slipped his fingers out of me. I was so damn close. “Please, Anthony.”
“Soon, Riley. I don’t want you to have to be quiet. I need to hear the sexy noises you make.”
“Okay, let’s go,” I said. I needed him right now more than ever.
Anthony gave me the key to his Mercedes and told me where he was parked in the employee lot, and that he’d meet me in a few minutes.
I’ve ridden in his car a few times, but never in the front seat. I ran my hand over the smooth leather. The car smelled just like him.
I pictured him behind the wheel everyday, driving this expensive car to the hospital and parking it in the lot next to the Audi’s, Range Rovers and Mercedes. He worked so much, he barely had a life. It consisted of only his car, his house and his son....
Would there ever be me in that picture? Would Peyton allow that?
I scowled at myself. Why was I thinking about a future with Anthony? I knew it would never happen. I was turning twenty one in a few weeks. Thinking about the future is only doing more harm than good.
Jesus, I want him so bad. But I should know the relationship will never get to that point.
I was startled when I saw him moving towards the car. I kept my cool when he climbed in and looked at me.
“Drive fast,” I whispered.
The ride to his house was quiet. It felt rather awkward making me have second thoughts. Is this really a good idea?
I stared at Judy’s house as he opened up the garage door, making me more and more nervous. What if she tells Peyton? What will happen?
I shook my head and cut all the shenanigans out of my head. “Yeah?”
He stopped the car as he pulled in the garage and shut the door again.
“Hey. Look at me.”
It was nearly impossible to look at him, but I knew I needed to.
“Talk to me. What’s going on?”
“W-what do you mean?”
“You seem very nervous or on edge. What’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts about this? About us?”
What the hell does that mean? There’s no legitimate us. Only pure pillow talk. I was damn lucky to even have him come with me to that concert.
Then his phone rang. It was a call from the hospital.
"This is Dr. Lowery."
He didn't take his seat-belt off or get out. The only posture he portrayed was everything that I wondered. We were going back to the hospital, and I was going home.
The disappointment shot through every vein in my body.
"Yeah," he said, looking down at his watch. "No, I'd like to. Thanks for the heads-up. Tell him I'm coming back. So, don't start without me, unless it can't wait." He hung up and sighed, dropping his phone in the cup holder. "One of my patients is headed back to the OR."
"Don't we need to go?"
"You could stay here. I don't think I'll be gone all night."
He looked exhausted, but his eyes were filled with hope of me wanting to stay and say yes to his offer.
"I want you to take off your clothes, get in my bed, and make yourself cum."
"Um... I do what?"
"Play with yourself. In my bed. That's my advice. I want my bed and room to smell like you by the time I get home. Will you do that for me?"
All I could do was nod.
"Good." He leaned in kissed me. "I'll text you when I'm done."
For the first time in four years, I've never been alone in the Lowery house. It felt strange and quiet, and since Peyton hadn't been home for over a week, it looked like no one even lived here. Anthony was so neat. Or maybe he wasn't home enough to make a mess of anything.
There was an opened bottle of wine in the fridge, and as I poured myself a glass, anticipation filled my mind. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this right now. It's beyond insane.
I didn't turn on the bedroom light when I passed by Peyton's room. Anthony's room was neat. As I laid in his bed in only a t-shirt, my mind went back to him telling me to cum. For some reason, my body rejected the thought of it. My mind spinning over and over again made the rest of my thoughts disappear. I messed the sheets up on my side to make it look like I did it, and rolled over on my side, trying to fall asleep.
'You're acting like a child'. That statement replayed in my mind everyday. I don't know if I was more angry or upset. Did he really feel that way? Or was he just angry? It was a million dollar question that I would never figure out.
I reached for my phone to text my mom.
Riley: I'm crashing at Jasmine's tonight. Okay?
Mom: That's fine. Thanks for letting me know.
Lying to her felt horrible, but I had no option. I put the phone down, set my empty glass on the nightstand and drifted off to sleep. I had to get my mind off of Peyton, Judy, and everybody.
I laughed, but deep inside, I liked adding to our other list better.