Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
There, that’s a good answer. The statement screams volumes without actually saying anything because the fact is that I’m not even sure why I want birth control. But it seems like something useful to have on hand, just in case I decide to have sex. Of course, there’s no one actually to have sex with because the boys at school are ridiculous. They’re either thin, reedy types like David Cooper, or lunkheads like Stan Wentworth. I’m not attracted to either, even if they seem attracted to me.
But there is one person I’m attracted to, and he’s right here in front of me. In fact, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with him. Yet the man of the house is gorgeous as he stares at me from across the dining room table, that blue gaze blazing. His expression is a bit thunderous at the moment, but I know it’s only out of concern.
“So you need birth control ‘just in case.’ In case of what, may I ask?”
I swallow heavily before pasting a carefree smile on my face.
“In case of anything. Like Smokey Bear says,” I say in a whimsical tone. “It pays to be prepared.”
“Really,” he drawls. “I see.” Hunter’s voice is casual, but his broad shoulders are rigid. He sits unmoving in his chair, the planes of his face like granite except for some tightening around his eyes.
“Well, I guess I could look into Plan B,” I say in an innocent tone. “But like I said before, it’s better to be prepared ahead of time. You know, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. You agree, right Daddy? Isn’t it better to be ready for the moment, rather than caught unawares?”
There, that definitely gives some color to my request for birth control pills. I’m hinting at the possibility of sex, even though I have no one to have sex with.
But Hunter nods slowly then. His jaw is so tight it looks like solid granite, and his fingers flex ever so slowly as he grips and then un-grips his utensils.
“Were you thinking of the pill?” he manages without a shake in his voice. “Or an IUD? Or some other type of birth control?”
I blush a little myself because this is such an intimate conversation. It’s a bit embarrassing too, because Hunter’s so handsome and domineering, even when dressed casually. He’s wearing a black sweater and dark jeans. His raven hair is brushed off that high, proud forehead, and his cheekbones seem even more pronounced than usual. It must be the flickering candlelight, casting his masculine features into harsh planes and valleys.
You’re way out of your league, Nova, my inner voice whispers. This is an alpha male. He’s always in charge, no matter what you think. You can’t outwit him, so you better tread carefully.
But I’m not trying to outwit Hunter, the other voice in my head whines in return. I just want some birth control! Is that so wrong? He’s a doctor so it’s no big deal.
There’s some truth to the statement because I do want a prescription for the pill. It seems like it would be something useful to have on hand, even if I don’t start the dose immediately. Besides, I have been feeling hormonal recently. In fact, it’s those hormones that are making me writhe in front of my stepfather at this very moment. My nipples are tight against the fuzzy fabric of my sweater-dress, and my pussy is uncomfortably damp, with an ache in my pelvis. Oooh, maybe the pill will help with that!
Then, to my surprise, Hunter gives a short, sharp nod while pushing away from the table.
“Meet me at my clinic tomorrow,” he says in a curt tone while standing, placing his napkin on the dining room table. “I’ll need to give you an exam before prescribing birth control.”
“Daddy?” I say with confusion. “Are you done with dinner? I’m sorry to have brought up this topic. We haven’t even gotten to dessert yet.”
Hunter smiles tightly, his blue eyes almost black now that he’s no longer with the circle of candlelight.
“You know I never eat dessert, sweetheart. It’s not my thing. But tomorrow at ten at the clinic. I’ll see you then. Enjoy your Christmas Eve, Nova.”
Then, the man of the house stalks off, those long strides swift and sure. Meanwhile, I’m left staring at the remnants of my roast, along with scattered bites of Brussel sprouts and carrots. What in the world just happened? I suppose it makes sense that Hunter has to examine me before prescribing any medication, but on Christmas Day? Why does it have to happen tomorrow?
It’s probably because the office is closed on Christmas. He’s opening it especially for you, so that you can get the birth control that you allegedly need, my conscience whispers.
My shoulders droop and I feel ashamed for being so pushy and insistent. Yet now I’m curious because I want to see what the good doctor has in store ... and the one-on-one contact is sure to be exciting.