Doctor Kim

Chapter 23

Was Minji still on-call? She reacted quickly. Off the car went, disconnecting the Bluetooth, and she answered the phone directly.

"This is Dr. Kim."

She didn't undo her seatbelt or get out of her seat as she listened. She barely moved at all, but the subtle way her posture stiffened told me everything I needed to know. We were heading back to the hospital, and I was going home.

The disappointment that ripped through me was fierce.

"Yeah," she said, glancing at her watch. "No, I'd like to. Thanks for the heads-up. Tell him I'm scrubbing in, but I'm on my way back. So, don't start without me, unless it can't wait." She hung up with a sigh and dropped her phone in her lap. "One of my patients is headed back to the OR."

"Oh."

She stared vacantly through the windshield into her garage. The long silence was unnerving.

"Don't we need to go?" I asked.

She turned in her seat to face me, and her expression was hard to read. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" I repeated. What kind of sense did that make?

"You could stay here. I don't think I'll be gone all night."

She looked tired, like it had been a never-ending day for her, but there was hope ringing her eyes. She wanted me to say yes to this.

If my only two options were going home or staying here to be with her later—well, my decision was easy.

I gulped down a breath. "Okay. What should I do while I wait?"

I expected her to give me a spiel about food in the fridge, or a "new classic" movie I needed to watch, but her gaze dropped down to the gear shift, and she seemed lost in thought. When his focus snapped back to mine, he didn't look tired anymore. She wasn't hopeful, or disappointed, or any of the emotions she'd had ten seconds ago.

Minji's expression was the same one from the private hospital room. Commanding and powerful. My mouth went dry, probably because all the moisture in my body headed to the center of my legs.

"I want you to take off your clothes, get into my bed, and make yourself come."

I gasped, but she wasn't finished.

"You," she said, "playing with yourself in my bed? Fuck." She smoothed a hand down her leg, straightening the swell that threatened. "That's my fantasy. I want you rolling around in my sheets, making them smell like you. Make that whole room smell like sex by the time I get home."

My mouth hung open, and then I closed it with an audible snap. I wasn't sure what to say. My tongue was suddenly too big for my mouth. It wasn't initially one of my fantasies—not until she'd said it.

Now it was all I could think about.

Her voice was deep in her throat. "Will you do that for me?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good." She was pleased with my immediate answer, and I was yanked into a hurried kiss. "I'll text you when I'm finished."

When she turned the car on, it spurred me into action. I opened my door and swung my legs out, climbing to my feet. My body was heavy and clumsy with lust, but I did my best to act natural. Still, I stood awkwardly in her garage as she pulled out, waved to me, and sped off. The garage door rumbled to life, jolting me out of my stupor.

I marched toward the door, climbed the step, and went inside.

In three years, it was the first time I'd been alone in the Kim house. It was beyond strange and quiet as a museum, and since Jay hadn't been in the house for over a week, it barely looked like anyone lived here. Minji was so neat. Or maybe she wasn't home enough to make much of a mess.