The Doctor (Nashville Neighborhood Book 1)

“You’re going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to, aren’t you?”

It felt like he was everywhere. Inside my body, inside my mind, inside the deepest recesses

. I missed the guy I’d loved, but knew he was never coming back.

“Don’t do that. This isn’t your fault. Things don’t work out sometimes, and that’s just life.”

We’d been best friends, and now we didn’t really talk anymore.

It wasn’t the cause of my hardened nipples jutting out beneath the triangles of my bikini top either.

Dr. Lowe was

WAS MOVING BEFORE I REALIZED IT. Greg hurried me toward the kitchen, dragging me along on my sluggish, panicked legs. We had fifteen, maybe twenty seconds before Preston would come through the door to the garage. He’d know I was here, because my car was parked in the driveway. What the hell were we going to do?

I stared up at Greg, finding his face a calm, emotionless mask as he left me and scurried around to the other side of the island. “It’s okay,” he said quickly. “Let me do the talking when—”

No time. The door swung open, and Preston sauntered in. His gaze scanned the area in search of something, noticing his father on one side of the kitchen, and finally he found me. “Cassidy?” He looked confused. “What are you doing here?”

I opened my mouth to speak

“You’re going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell you to, aren’t you?”

Fire raced through my bloodstream. My eyes slammed shut, and I shivered at his delicious voice. “Yes, doctor.”

“How long did you stand there, watching?”

“Long enough to know I could do it better.”

It felt like he was everywhere. Inside my body, inside my mind, inside the deepest recesses I didn’t allow myself to go.