The Doctor Who Has No Closure - Victoria Quinn Page 0,15
you want someday?”
Really odd question. “No. And I’ll pass on the marriage too.”
She smiled, like that was exactly the answer she was hoping for.
We said goodbye outside the restaurant.
“How long are you in New York?” I asked, my hands in the front pockets of my jeans.
“Just for the week. I have a couple appointments and a conference.”
“Great. I’m glad we could catch up.”
Her small purse was over her shoulder, her blue eyes so astute and intelligent. Her mind always seemed to be processing a million things at once, like a computer that could run multiple programs. “I’m actually relocating to the city.”
“You are?” I asked in surprise. “You’re leaving Johns Hopkins?”
“I’ve been there for a decade, and I think I’ve accomplished everything I possibly can. I’ve been offered a research position at NYU, and I just couldn’t pass it up. They also offered me a full-time faculty position.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“Will you still be seeing patients?”
“Always,” she said with a smile. “But the work is repetitive, and I need more intellectual stimulation to remain content.”
“Understandable.” I turned to the street and raised my hand to wave down a cab for her. “Well, I had a great time catching up. With your move to the city, maybe we could see each other—”
She pressed her lips to mine, her palm flattening on my chest.
I didn’t react, just let her kiss me, because the embrace was so unexpected.
When I didn’t kiss her back, she pulled away but left her hand on my chest. Her gaze was still confident, like my lack of cooperation didn’t disappoint her in the slightest.
I stared at her, totally dumbfounded. “Um, Dr. Conway—”
“I told you to call me Natalia. We’re equals now, Dex.” Her hand slid down my chest to my stomach, and her fingers slipped underneath my shirt to feel my bare abs. “I’m not your mentor anymore. I’m your friend. And…I’m very attracted to you.”
The blood pounded between my ears like a drum as I realized she was unmistakably coming on to me. “Natalia, you’re a very attractive woman, but…it wouldn’t be right. I value our professional relationship deeply—”
“Babe, I just want to bang you. That’s it. We can be lovers and colleagues. No expectations. No commitments. That’s how I like it—and so do you.” Her hand moved farther up my hard stomach to my chest. “Have you ever been with an older woman?”
“No.” She was at least fifteen years older than me, but the age didn’t bother me. A sexy woman was a sexy woman.
“You’re going to love it, Dex.” She moved in close again, placing another kiss on my mouth.
This time, I kissed her back, even though I knew I shouldn’t. It was hard to deny a seduction, especially when it was wrong, practically taboo. To top it off, she was brilliant, and I’d always had a thing for a smart woman.
“Come on.” She pulled away and took my hand. “Let’s go to your place.”
“You did what?” Derek snapped his head in my direction from his spot on the couch.
“Yeah…I know.” I cringed, knowing I shouldn’t have done it. I should have just walked away.
“You slept with your residency mentor?” he asked, still incredulous. “You slept with Dr. Conway?”
Now I called her Natalia. Said her name a couple times when she rode me like I was a wild stallion and she was the wildest cowgirl in the wild, wild west. “A little bit.”
Derek shook his head as he stared at me with disappointment. “What the hell are you thinking, Dex?”
“She came on to me, alright?”
“So?” he snapped. “You politely decline. I do it all the time.”
“I’m not married.” Anymore.
“Doesn’t matter. You know how to turn a woman down. You used to do it all the time too.”
When I wasn’t depressed, bitter, and lonely. When I was in love with my wife, eager to get home to her every night, to fuck her brains out like she was a whore I paid for and then make love to her right after as if I hadn’t just pounded her pussy mercilessly. Times were different. Everything had changed. I had changed.
“That relationship is ruined now. You understand that, right?”
“She said we can just hook up and still be professional—”
“Never. Gonna. Happen. Women say that shit all the time, and they don’t mean a word of it.”
“Look, she’s in her forties, and she’s never been married or had kids. That’s not what she’s looking for.”
“Maybe she is looking for a fuck boy. But you want to be that fuck boy?”