moment of triumph as Dr. Garcia pressed
her lips together and Dr. Larsen gave her a big grin.
“Any
further questions?” Dr. Green asked after a long moment of silence.
“Not
at this time,” Dr. Garcia said.
“Helen,
we can’t keep dragging this out forever,” Dr. Larsen complained.
She
turned to him with a glare. “I reserve the right to explore this again.”
“Fine.”
Dr. Green gathered his papers. “This matter is closed. Dr. Garcia’s
reservations aside, we shouldn’t have to revisit this matter.”
Keva
breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter Five
Keva
sipped her water and watched as Amy was swallowed up on the dance floor. From
her position in their booth, she could barely see her hand over the sea of
bodies as the other woman waved at her. Dean sat across from her, his thumbs
busy on his cell as he sent and received text messages.
This
was Amy’s fault. She’d convinced her that she needed to celebrate her win
against the wicked witch Dr. Garcia on Monday. She’d needled Keva the entire
week. By this afternoon, she couldn’t take any more and had agreed to the trek
into Vegas. So far, the only one celebrating was Amy. She’d ordered a buttery
nipple and aside from two breaks to order more drinks, Amy had spent the
evening on the dance floor.
Keva
glanced down at her watch. They’d been here for less than an hour and she was
ready to go home. She wished she hadn’t given in to peer pressure. Right now
she could have been finishing up Silas Marner while curled up on her
comfortable couch instead of being bombarded by loud music while sitting across
from an unsociable Dean.
“Dance?”
She
began to shake her head no but then she looked up. The guy was handsome enough
to be a model. His skin was the color of dark chocolate, and she thought she’d
caught the hint of an accent. If she was going to forget Sebastian, she needed
to get back into dating. So with a nod of her head and a sip of her water, she
allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor.
Because
of the crowd, they were crushed closer together than she would have liked. She
could detect the scent of cigarette smoke on him—a real turnoff since her
father had died of lung cancer. “Is that guy your boyfriend?” He had to shout
in her ear to be heard over the thumping music.
Keva
shook her head in lieu of yelling. But when he grinned down at her, she
realized her mistake. She should have lied. He moved even closer, his hands on
her waist. “You’re beautiful,” he yelled. “My name is Nick. Do you want to get
out of here? Go somewhere we can talk.”
She
began to shake her head, but he ignored her. Grabbing her wrist, he began
tugging her in the general direction of the exit. Keva swung back but couldn’t
gain a strong stance in the three-inch heels Amy had convinced her to wear. She
tottered behind him, afraid she was going to fall.
A
strong arm wrapped around her waist, halting her forward trajectory. “Where do
you think you’re going?”
Keva’s
mouth dropped open as she was pulled into Sebastian’s arms. “What are you doing
here?”
“Coincidence.
Lucky for you.”
Nick
came back. “Hey, get your own girl. This one is mine.”
“Yeah,
what’s her name?”
Momentarily
stumped, Nick sputtered. “We were getting to know each other.”
“Her
name is Keva, and she’s mine.”
“Says
who?”
“Says
her pussy when it’s stuffed full of my cock.” Keva gasped and smacked the hand
that rested on her hip. She would have walked off but he yanked her back. Sebastian
and Nick were locked in a stare-off. They were of equal height and of similar
build. Keva looked around for her friends but couldn’t see over the crowd of
dancing bodies. It was doubtful anyone even noticed anything amiss. No one
seemed to be watching them.
“Looks
like she’s trying to get away from you, buddy. Why don’t you let her go so she
can be satisfied by a real man?”
“That
man being you?”
Nick
grinned. “Of
her lips together and Dr. Larsen gave her a big grin.
“Any
further questions?” Dr. Green asked after a long moment of silence.
“Not
at this time,” Dr. Garcia said.
“Helen,
we can’t keep dragging this out forever,” Dr. Larsen complained.
She
turned to him with a glare. “I reserve the right to explore this again.”
“Fine.”
Dr. Green gathered his papers. “This matter is closed. Dr. Garcia’s
reservations aside, we shouldn’t have to revisit this matter.”
Keva
breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter Five
Keva
sipped her water and watched as Amy was swallowed up on the dance floor. From
her position in their booth, she could barely see her hand over the sea of
bodies as the other woman waved at her. Dean sat across from her, his thumbs
busy on his cell as he sent and received text messages.
This
was Amy’s fault. She’d convinced her that she needed to celebrate her win
against the wicked witch Dr. Garcia on Monday. She’d needled Keva the entire
week. By this afternoon, she couldn’t take any more and had agreed to the trek
into Vegas. So far, the only one celebrating was Amy. She’d ordered a buttery
nipple and aside from two breaks to order more drinks, Amy had spent the
evening on the dance floor.
Keva
glanced down at her watch. They’d been here for less than an hour and she was
ready to go home. She wished she hadn’t given in to peer pressure. Right now
she could have been finishing up Silas Marner while curled up on her
comfortable couch instead of being bombarded by loud music while sitting across
from an unsociable Dean.
“Dance?”
She
began to shake her head no but then she looked up. The guy was handsome enough
to be a model. His skin was the color of dark chocolate, and she thought she’d
caught the hint of an accent. If she was going to forget Sebastian, she needed
to get back into dating. So with a nod of her head and a sip of her water, she
allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor.
Because
of the crowd, they were crushed closer together than she would have liked. She
could detect the scent of cigarette smoke on him—a real turnoff since her
father had died of lung cancer. “Is that guy your boyfriend?” He had to shout
in her ear to be heard over the thumping music.
Keva
shook her head in lieu of yelling. But when he grinned down at her, she
realized her mistake. She should have lied. He moved even closer, his hands on
her waist. “You’re beautiful,” he yelled. “My name is Nick. Do you want to get
out of here? Go somewhere we can talk.”
She
began to shake her head, but he ignored her. Grabbing her wrist, he began
tugging her in the general direction of the exit. Keva swung back but couldn’t
gain a strong stance in the three-inch heels Amy had convinced her to wear. She
tottered behind him, afraid she was going to fall.
A
strong arm wrapped around her waist, halting her forward trajectory. “Where do
you think you’re going?”
Keva’s
mouth dropped open as she was pulled into Sebastian’s arms. “What are you doing
here?”
“Coincidence.
Lucky for you.”
Nick
came back. “Hey, get your own girl. This one is mine.”
“Yeah,
what’s her name?”
Momentarily
stumped, Nick sputtered. “We were getting to know each other.”
“Her
name is Keva, and she’s mine.”
“Says
who?”
“Says
her pussy when it’s stuffed full of my cock.” Keva gasped and smacked the hand
that rested on her hip. She would have walked off but he yanked her back. Sebastian
and Nick were locked in a stare-off. They were of equal height and of similar
build. Keva looked around for her friends but couldn’t see over the crowd of
dancing bodies. It was doubtful anyone even noticed anything amiss. No one
seemed to be watching them.
“Looks
like she’s trying to get away from you, buddy. Why don’t you let her go so she
can be satisfied by a real man?”
“That
man being you?”
Nick
grinned. “Of
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