Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance (18 page)

“Christopher, Christopher,” I practically breathed on my way home in the car. It didn’t make rational sense. I should be pissed off, or disappointed. Not only did I not get the job I wanted, but I also couldn’t really go to see the best doctor in the business.
 

But I was going out for dinner with him.
I pressed the Bluetooth car phone to talk to Mona.

“Heeyyyy!” She squealed. “Did you get it? Are congratulations in order? Are we going out for a celebratory cocktail?”

“No I didn’t get it.”
“Oh, poo.”
“But I got something else. A consolation prize. That might be better than the job.”
“He didn’t get you pregnant already, did he?” Maia’s voice was jokingly accusatory.

“No, not that either.”
“Then what?”

“Well he asked me out.”
The scream she let out jolted me back, and I inadvertently stepped on the gas, almost accelerating into a tree.

“Hey easy girl! I am in the car you know!”
 

“I knew it!” Maia crowed. “I knew it!”
“What are you talking about? You thought I had the job!”
“That’s what I wanted you to believe, but for real, I knew he was going to ask you out.” Her voice sure sounded triumphant. “Mark my words, there’s something going on with you and this doctor.”
“Well you know what the weirdest thing is?” I said, keeping my eyes on the road, terrified I would crash into someone in my enthusiasm.
“What’s that?”

“I kind of believe you.”
Chapter 9

After I told Maia, I decided I wouldn’t tell anyone else. It was just too weird. And they would criticize me for saying yes for the date the same day, for not insisting on being considered for the job, any manner of things. And honestly I could see their point. But you know, sometimes things don’t go the way they think they will. Sometimes your heart decides what it is you want. And is that thing rational? No way.

Besides, my mother would get altogether too excited if she knew I had a date with a gorgeous baby doctor.  She’d get all dreamy and start thinking of what we’d call the baby, and then where would we be? On the appetizers?

Christopher Fox stood in his office, feeling shook. He didn’t know what to do with himself.
What had just happened?
His head was swimming. He needed to sit down, and reached over with a shaking hand to the chair back, steadying himself before collapsing into it and putting his head in his hands.

Teagen Mayfield.

That’s what just happened.

She was beautiful, sure. Confident. And light-hearted without being shallow. All those things were obvious in her interview. Trusting, but not naïve. She had been through a few things, and she had weathered the storm. She had become stronger because of what she had dealt with.

But those things were not what was shaking Christopher. What was shaking him, was the dream that he had had all week. A little boy, his son, with a beautiful face, his own blue eyes, and a face that otherwise looked just like hers – same cheekbones, same lips, same forehead, nose, everything.

He had chalked it up to anxieties from work until he saw Teagen. Then he knew. This was the one.

Dating hadn’t been hard for Dr. Christopher Fox. He had it down pat. But what he didn’t understand was falling in love.

“Thank God you could see me today,” I said. There wasn’t too much time to get ready for this date with a doctor, and going to get my hair done was the priority. I had it in a wrap for my interview, but I wanted to make sure it was looking its best.

“Ain’t no problem girl!” Alisha said. “You know I have time for my favorite client! And besides. You’re more of a friend anyway.”

“That’s for sure, A.” I smiled. We had been working together for a long time, and Alisha was the best.

“So tell me – what’s the emergency? Why do you need this last minute appointment?” Her voice lowered. “You gotta big date?”

“Well as a matter of fact I just might,” I grinned. “How’d you know?”

“Only a couple things bring people in here desperate at the last minute like you are. Either it’s a surprise wedding or something, they having an affair, or it’s a big date. With you, I figured it was the last one.”
“Well yes. I don’t know how big it is, but it’s a date all right, and I want it to go well!”
“Oh it’ll go well. You can trust Alisha!” She looked critically at the angles of my natural hair, before going in. “This hair is gonna be on point!”

“You always do a great job,” I said, relaxing into the seat.

“Thank you!”

“So tell me about this fella.”
“Well, it’s strange. He’s a doctor-“

“Mm hm, I hear that –“

“And he has the most beautiful blue eyes-“

“Mm hm, he white?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Ok, you be careful,” Alisha said, “you know that. Don’t go in there falling in love right away. Let him come to you.”
“I won’t, A.” I cleared my throat. “But I gotta say, this seems special.”
“Special! What’s so special about this white boy.”
“Well it’s not just the date. It’s not that he is gorgeous. It’s that I had a daydream about my future child, and I realized, that he had the same eyes as Christopher. The doc.”
 

Alisha’s eyes narrowed. “You had a daydream?”

“Yeah, but it seemed really real. And the clincher is, he’s an infertility doctor. And I’ve been told I can’t have children.”
Alisha’s eyes narrowed, considering. “Well you know I always want the best for you, dollface.”

“I know that!”
 

“So I am just going to say this one time. This might mean something, but it very well might not. If I dated every guy I had a fantasy about, I’d be in the loony bin right about now. You make sure that this guy treats you right before you give anything up.”
“That sounds good, I’ll do that,” I said. But inwardly I was less sure.
Did I have the power to resist his charms? The best-looking man I had ever seen?

“I know what you thinking,” Alisha said. “You wondering if he turns on his charms, will you be able to say no?”

“How did you know that?” I was impressed.
“It’s written all over your face, girl,” she nodded wisely at her own point. “You better be extra careful. Sure, these white boys like to come around, but sometimes they just want a little taste of the
dark side.
You want to make sure he’s in for the long haul before you let him have it. That is if you want him at all. You should have high standards, since you are one beautiful and smart woman.”
“Ok, thank you,” I said. Alisha was right, and I had known her for a long time. Suddenly she swiveled the chair around.

“What do you think?”

It was a great cut. Feminine, with angles that made my cheekbones pop. My eyes looked wider, and somehow it drew the eye to my full lips.

“This is great, oh thank you A!” We hugged spontaneously.

“Anytime. And best of luck for your date with the doc,” she said, smiling.

“Thanks!”

Christopher was looking in the mirror, suddenly anxious. Dating had never been much of an issue. He didn’t want to toot his own horn, but he had never gotten too attached to any of the girls he had been with. For some reason, they had just never gotten past his walls. He hadn’t been the one to put them up, those walls – they were a natural consequence of his dad walking out when he was young. So he had decided at a very young age to just concentrate on what was important to him, and not let anyone or anything to get in the way of what he was trying to accomplish.

Medical school had made that pretty easy. He was kept so very busy that it was almost impossible to have the time to build a relationship with someone. Quick and easy hookups between students was kind of the norm, and nobody faulted you for it, because nobody had the time for more. If he had wanted to date someone besides another student, or intern, he just wouldn’t have had the chance to meet one. When you were scheduled for a 36-hour shift, you just didn’t meet anyone who wasn’t a patient, and if someone came in, there were strict rules against dating them anyway.

However, being as busy as he was also masked the fact that he was feeling a growing sense of being alone, and that there must be more to life than his job, than his mission in life, than his money. He had never been too hurting for cash, but the money he had now was more of a recent thing. His absent father had passed away, a fact that he would never have even known about, had he not gotten the call from the lawyer asking him to come in for his share of the will. When the stony faced man had told him how much money he was going to inherit, Chris was in shock. He left the meeting empty.

How much is a father’s love worth? He wondered. How is it that he spent his life so alone that he didn’t have anyone besides me, someone he barely knew, to give his money to? Sure, I am his first-born son, and in the past that would mean I was the rightful heir, but he could have chosen anyone.

He had sat in his car for a few minutes, a decent Japanese car, before driving to the dealership and plunking a bunch of money down on a sports car. Almost in a haze as he was doing it, he walked out and into a new Ferrari. It was black, shiny, beautiful, but somehow it still had the quality of a hearse to Christopher. A shiny chrome black hearse that was driving away the memory of his father.

And now there was a new girl in his life. When she had talked about the death of her sister, all he wanted to do was to take her into his arms, and tell her that he understood. It was if her words were coming out of his own soul. He remembered the change in his house when his father left, like he wasn’t allowed to laugh or cry, to make noise, or even exist, unless he would set his mother off to another well-deserved, but difficult episode of grief. When she said how much she wanted to have a child, he realized that that was the reason he had specialized, as well. To give happy childhoods. Because it was guaranteed that these parents, parents who were willing to struggle financially, with their health, with everything they had to have a child. Those parents weren’t going to walk out on their children. They were going to stick through. They were committed.

And now I should be committed
, he thought wryly, as he ran the razor over his cheeks, maintaining the perfect level of stubble to accentuate his cheekbones.
Thinking that because I had a dream that I should date some random beauty that walks into my office looking for a job. Could I be more unprofessional?

The lighting was a soft glow. Looking at Christopher’s face almost scared me, he was so good looking. And the expression in his eyes was more than beautiful, it was full of desire. I could tell he wanted me, and I knew I wanted him.
Maybe it was just physical, this thing that we were developing. Which might be ok by me. I wouldn’t have to worry about getting pregnant
, I thought wryly.
Apparently it would have to be some kind of miracle, but who doesn’t like a miracle?

He poured me a glass of wine and I took a sip. It was sparkly, bubbling, a little tangy, and the complex flavors played on my tongue. Kind of like I wish I could play on his tongue.

“Yes,” he said. “Isn’t it good? I am no wine expert but I love this champagne. I guess everyone else does too.”

“It’s incredible.” I looked up at him through my lashes, shyly. I hoped my dress wasn’t too revealing – it was a bit low-cut, and I noticed his eyes were drifting to my chest every now and then and then sparking away. Still I didn’t mind at all – I loved it. The way he listened to me when I spoke, he could look at whatever he wanted.
Heck he could taste whatever he wanted. ‘Teagen! Behave!’ I could hear Alisha saying in my mind. ‘Don’t let that white boy take advantage.’ But… Is it taking advantage if you want it more than he even could?

  Christopher gazed on Teagen in the light of the streetlamp, filtered through the dark window of the Ferrari. The soft glow on her dark skin was mesmerizing, her full lips looking so kissable. He sighed with some regret.
Why did you have to come along?
He thought.
My life was going just great until you arrived and turned it all upside down.

Her mouth morphed into a slow smile.

“What? What are you sighing for? Didn’t you have a good time?”

“Well of course I did, best first date I ever had!” He tried to smile reassuringly, but he knew that the warring emotions inside him would find their way to the surface. He wanted her, that he knew. He needed someone like her, who understood what he had gone through when he lost a family member he loved. But he was terrified at the same time. He looked out his driver’s side window, but his hand crept out and found hers, and held it. The fingertips traced fingertips, feeling the extra spark of electricity that flowed with each movement. The palms intermingled, every touch a happy discovery of connection and lust, and desire. Eagerly the hands drew together until he turned toward her, and they faced each other. He leaned in, touched his forehead to hers, before tipping her face up with a finger and touching, ever so tentatively, ever so respectfully, ever so full of love, her waiting lips. They were like soft cushions to his fervent touch, welcoming him in, accepting him.

Christopher opened his mouth a little, just a little, and was thrilled when she did in return, until their soft, warm tongues slipped against each other, shyly, and then wildly. His hand pressed up against her waist, fingers clenching unconsciously, before sliding up the soft fabric of her side to the swell of her breast.

Teagen’s breath came hot and fast, willing him to thumb her nipple, to circle it over the hardening nub, as the kissed hard and fast. Her own hand slid around his waist and lowered to his firm ass cheek, massaging and savoring its feel before pulling his hips toward her.

His hand tangled into her hair, pulling her face to his, when he stopped and looked her in the eye.

“Teagen, what is this?” He asked, his breath fast and eyes widening. “You are so amazing. But we just met? How is it that I feel this way?”

“I don’t know, just kiss me!” she giggled, tilting her chin up to his and smiling, before he claimed her mouth with hers. His fingers twined hers, and he could swear that he could see sparks flying when they connected. He could definitely feel it.