Whatever He Wants

"You just sealed your fate love"

Paxton.

It had been a few days since I met Carter and I was still on edge. It felt as though he was watching me at every turn. He had yet to make an appearance and it was making me antsy holding his card. I had just finished my day with surgeries and I was in the break room gathering my things to go home. My phone lit up and I looked down, my heart racing when I saw Carter's name flash.

"Hello?" I answered hesitantly.

"Paxton," was all he said and I got goose bumps.

"Carter, are you finally getting your card?" I asked tiredly.

"Not quite yet. You sound tired. How was your day?"

"It was good. Just getting ready to go home. How was yours?" I asked. At this time I had grabbed my bag and was making my way out.

"Could have been better, but I'm fixing it now," he said mysteriously.

"That's good I guess," I say confused as I push the doors that lead to the parking lot open.

"You should really be more aware of your surroundings," he admonished. Instantly my body is on high alert and I look up from fishing for my keys. There, right across from me, is Carter leaning against his BMW i8. I gasp startled and stop right in my tracks. I see him smirk then he straightens out and makes a beeline straight for me.

"Hey," he murmurs as he stops right in front of me. His body is right up against mine. No personal space whatsoever.

"Hi," I answer as I disconnect the call.

"You up for dinner?" he asks as he brings his hand up to caress my face.

"I- I can't. I'm not dressed for that," I mumbled lamely. His hands are rough and warm and I can practically feel the strength and power he has through his touch.

"Not a problem. Where we're headed, no one is going to see you."

"But," I try to intercede, but he's not having it.

"No, we are having dinner. Just trust me Paxton. And besides, even with scrubs on, you'd wipe the floor with anyone on their best day." I stare at him and he takes my hand leading me to his car.

"How do you know where I work?" I asked realizing I never told him. He stops to open the passenger door for me and turns to look me right in the eye.

"I have my ways," he answered mysteriously. I debate about whether I should get in the car.

"This isn't safe," I mumble to myself and he must have heard because he flashes me a megawatt smile that is entirely too sinister for my liking.

"I'm not safe, but you are safe with me," he answered. Deep down I knew he wouldn't hurt me. He called out to me.

"That's not assuring," I tell him as I get in. He shuts the door and rounds the car, getting in the driver's seat.

"You have nothing to worry about." With that, he sped off.

"Where are we going exactly?" I ask.

"You'll see." He doesn't say any more than that, but he does place his hand on my thigh, only moving it when he shifts gears.

"How was your day?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

"It was good. All of my surgeries went well and I came out earlier than expected. What about you?"

"I've been busy, but I've been looking forward to seeing you." I was surprised at how blunt he was.

"You could have warned me. I would have gotten a change of clothes," I said as I stared at him driving. He was so utterly strong. Such a fierce man that had me feeling intimidated and protected at the same time.