Alpha Billionaire Series

MARK

I thought I was going to have a nice leisurely afternoon to get ready for our evening date. But then the emergency call from the hospital came in. Stephanie Ross's baby had decided it was time. Even though I was on-call for labor and delivery for th weekend, I didn't have any patients who were due, and neither did my colleagues. I left the office early with grand plans. Now the Ross baby was coming, early or not, and I had to head back in. I quickly got myself ready and headed back to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, the labor nurses were taking good care of Mrs. Ross. She was dilated and ready to push. The delivery of her healthy baby boy did not take that long. I was back in my car with plenty of time to get home and finish getting ready for Brooke. Unfortunately, I got stuck in traffic.

I hit the steering wheel. “Fuck.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

There shouldn't have been traffic like this even during rush hour. It was at a complete standstill. I had expected to have enough time to prepare the rill, let the steaks come up to room temperature, and fix the rest of the dinner I had planned. “Stuck in traffic. This is the worst rush hour. I might be late.” I texted Brooke. I snapped a quick picture of 285 and sent it to her. It looked more like a parking lot than a freeway. Thankfully, before I left for the hospital, I had let her know I had been called in for a delivery and would text her when I was leaving.

I hadn't moved more than a few feet when the phone binged with a reply.

“NP! No problem. Well, maybe not for Brooke, but definitely for me.

After about forty-five minutes, I had probably moved about two miles. I switched from satellite radio to a local station, maybe they could tell me what was going on. The traffic app on my phone only showed bad traffic with an accident in the area.

I checked the fuel gauge. At least that was in good shape, and I won't run out of gas. How many poor fools stuck out here were running out of gas themselves, compounding the traffic problem?

The music ended and the announcer began talking.

“Tell me the information I need to know, I demanded as if he could hear me.

“Weather and traffic next,” he finally said, and then immediately played a commercial.

“Arg” I made random frustrated noises. I did not want to be sitting in my car.

The alarm on my phone rang like a doorbell. It was my ring bell camera. Someone was at the house.

I opened the alert and saw Brooke standing at my door.

“Hey, Brooke!”

She looked around as if she was trying to find the source of my voice.

“Mark?”

“'m not home right now.”

She looked up and flapped her hands in exasperation. “Is this a F*+***g recording? This is stupid."

I laughed.

“Where are you? Recordings don't laugh”

“Ym in my car,” I said.

“But you're talking to me."

“Ring cam," I said.

Her face zoomed in close as she looked into the doorbell, “That's a fun toy. Where are you?”

“Ym still stuck. Hold up a sec” The radio announcer began talking about the accident.

It was a bad one involving a big rig and several vehicles. Multiple lanes were closed and there was an unconfirmed fatality. I let out a heavy breath.

“It looks like 'm stuck here for a while. Bad accident. Do you want to reschedule? I don't know how long this is going to take, “Hell no, I don’t want to reschedule. I'l head over to the bookstore, and you can text me when you're closer”

“Yeah, but I'm not going to have time to get the grill going. And...”

“So, we do take out, and you show off your grill-master skills another day."

“You aren't going to let me bow out of this gracefully, are you?”

She looked over her shoulder and stepped in close to the ring cam. She pulled down her top, exposing the lace edge of her braand an expanse of b***t,

“Fuck” I said on a breath. It was a good thing I wasn't actively driving. Getting a tantalizing flash like that could cause another serious accident.

“You still want a rain check on tonight?” she asked. She was a temptress.

“You don’t mind waiting?” I asked.

“You've kept me waiting since Monday. What's another hour or two?"

“You don’t have to go to the bookstore” I hit the unlock feature.

She jumped and stared at the doorknob. “Did you just do something, or is your house haunted?”

“I unlocked the door. Why don't you go in and make yourself comfortable?”

“Oh, you have fancy toys. Seriously, you just remotely unlocked the house?”

“Try it,” I suggested.

She opened the door and disappeared from my view. I heard her make a happy excited noise and then she ran back outside and looked at the camera. “That's so cool Mark”

“Make yourself at home. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Wait, Mark"

I stopped just before I disconnected. “Yeah?”

“Can you still see me?”

“Yeah.

She looked over her shoulder again, and this time when she pulled the neckline of her shirt down, she exposed even more bra. And then she lifted her breast from the cup and exposed her nipple.

I couldn't say anything. I was stunned.

“Mark? You still there?”

I swallowed. “Yeah, 'm still here."

“Okay, just wanted to remind you what was waiting. Bye."

The last I saw of her was her perfectly puckered lips kissing at the ring cam. I ended the connection and began cursing the traffic in earnest. I needed to get off this f*****g freeway and take city streets.

It was another long and frustrating hour before I was clear of the accident and pulling into my driveway.

When I opened the door, I could smell something cooking. I couldn't place the smells other than garlic and onion and pepper. Tossing my keys and wallet on the entry table I strode into the kitchen.

Brooke had pop music blasting from her phone. She danced around doing some kind of meal prep. There were pots and pan all over the stove.

“Brooke.”

She jumped with a startled scream. “You scared me.”

She sashayed up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck as if we had been doing this forever.

Without hesitation, I lowered to her lips and kissed her long and deep. She was cool nectar after a hot afternoon.

“I thought you might text me when you were getting close.”

“Sorry about that” I hadn't thought to keep her updated on my progress once I knew she was inside and waiting.

“I hope you don't mind. I rummaged around in your fridge and pulled a few things out. I didn't touch the steaks if you still wanted to grill them.”

I groaned. Getting the coals started would take too long. I shook my head. “No grilling, not tonight. I will do a little pan- searing, and warming in the oven, if that works for you”

She nodded.

“Let me go change. I'll be right back” I started to leave the kitchen. I turned to watch her bustle about putting our dinner together. She had one of my grilling aprons tied around her. She looked adorable. She looked like she belonged there. “You look very nice this evening”

She smiled and bit her lower lip.

I was already fighting the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to my bedroom like some kind of caveman. Dinner was going to be a test of wills.

Itossed on some clean jeans and a tee. It seemed pointless to get dressed up. Brooke was already here, and she was the on: showing off in my kitchen, not me.

When I walked back into the kitchen, Brooke wasn't there. I grabbed a cast iron skillet and moved an empty pot out of my way. Pan searing wasn't my favorite, but it would get the job done. I preferred my steaks a little closer to medium than raw. And that finishing happened in the oven.

I slapped some butter and garlic into the skillet and got a flame under it.

The steaks had spent the afternoon marinating, so they were already seasoned when I began searing the edges and each side to a nice nutty brown.

“Mark?” Brooke's voice was low and breathy and tentative.

“Yeah?” I didn’t look up; my focus was on the meat. I didn’t want to be distracted by her flirting at the moment.

“Doctor Mark” The way she called me shot straight to my cock. I was already cranked up pretty high from her earlier n****e flash. My name in that voice, and I was all raging hormones.

I tightened my grip on the tongs in my hand and willed myself not to look up.

“Give me a second. And then you will have all of my undivided attention.”

“Promise?”

I looked up. I shouldn't have looked up.

She stood there in that apron, looking at me with her eyes all big, and her mouthy pouty and needing to be kissed. All she wore was the apron.

I dropped the steak, and when I reached for it, I burned my hand. She robbed me of any functional brain power.

“Fuck” I rescued the steak, tossed it back in the pan, and ran cold water over my hand. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why would I do that?"

She turned and walked away. Her glorious naked ass and hips moved from side to side in the most tantalizing display of s** allure.

Using an oven mitt, I tossed the skillet with the steaks in the oven. I made sure the stove was off and took two steps to follow her. I stepped back and confirmed the stove was off. With all the blood rushing to my c**k, I knew my thinking facilities were gone.