Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Meanwhile, Konstantin was doing his own staring as well. While waiting for Eve to arrive at his private clinic, he had begun to question himself and wonder if his decision to push through with the consultation was something he was bound to regret.
After all, girls who harbored long secret crushes like she did were prone to be obsessive. There was every possibility that he would still find Eve a bore despite this unexpectedly bold move of hers, and it was just as possible she'd want to make his life hell if she realized he was only interested in a one-night stand.
If that happened, he would only have himself to blame, and it was with this uneasy thought topmost on his mind that Konstantin reluctantly went on to answer his door.
He would play it cool, act like a concerned doctor, nothing else.
But when he finally laid his eyes on Eve...
Thank the gods he had broken his rule for her!
The Eve he saw every day at the hospital was a cute nerd often dressed in oversized sweaters and leggings.
This Eve before him, however...
Konstantin had always considered himself a breast man, and Eve certainly had much to offer in that department. Although her dress was modest in every way - short sleeves, round neckline, and a skirt that fell below her knees - it was also tight enough to leave no doubt about the size of her tits.
They were more than a handful, and not just any handful, but his handful, which was nothing to scoff at.
Just as Konstantin was taller than usual at six-foot-four, his hands were also larger than usual, but even so...
He had a feeling that his hands still wouldn't be enough to completely cover her breasts, and as to whether he was right about this or not...
Konstantin stepped back. "Eve Cavanaugh, isnt it?"
Eve could only manage a nod.
"Please come in."
Eve's heart began to beat madly.
This was it.
She had made a move just like Cassidy suggested, and the move had paid off!
Konstantin watched in silent amusement as a still-blushing Eve entered his apartment. She was looking around with dazed eyes, and every time their gazes clashed, her cheeks would turn just a shade darker.
"I'm sorry I couldn't meet you at Stanhope," he murmured. "I had back-to-back meetings, and this was the soonest time I could fit you in."
"It's okay," Eve said quickly. "I know how busy you are..."
"You do?"
"I mean, surgeons like you always are..." Eve wanted to kick herself at how lame her words sounded.
"I see." Konstantin struggled to keep his face impassive. "Anyway, my clinic's just down the hall..."
Eve mentally castigated herself as she followed behind the surgeon. A little pride please, Eve Cavanaugh, or he's going to think you're a stalker and—-oh.
In her mind, Eve had pictured Konstantin's private clinic as a small cozy room with a desk and chair for office work and perhaps a leather couch in front of the fireplace. But now that she was actually inside the real thing...
I'm an idiot!
The clinic she had imagined would be appropriate, yes...if Konstantin were a therapist or the kind of doctor that mainly did consultations. But since he happened to be one of the world's leading neurosurgeons and with significant expertise in gynecology as well...
Konstantin handed her a hospital gown. "Please change into this."
"Um..." What in the world had she gotten herself into?
"Ladies' room is this way..." He walked towards the beautiful bay windows and opened the door next to it.
Eve could only gulp.
"Eve?"
She forced herself to smile. "Um, yes, sorry."
"Everything okay?"
"I'm just...nervous?"
"There's no need to be," Konstantin murmured.
"I was hoping we could just talk—-"
"We'll certainly do that," he agreed, "but for us to have something to talk about, I'll need to examine you first."
"I see."
Konstantin considered her thoughtfully. "Is it because I'm a man? I can always recommend you to another doctor—-"
And lose her chance to be closer to him?
"No, no, not at all." Eve was already hurrying towards the ladies. "I'm being silly, I know, but I'm, um, good now, so give me a minute..."
He waited until she was inside the ladies before knocking on the door. "Eve?"
"Y-Yes?"
"No undergarments, if you please," he said politely.
There was a moment of silence, and then he heard Eve squeak out, "Okay."
"Thank you."
Konstantin counted the seconds after this.
One, two, three, four...
And that was when he heard it.
Eve, unaware of how thin the door was, had started mumbling under her breath.
I'm fucked. Oh my God, I'm so fucked.
Konstantin turned his back before allowing a smirk to unfold over his lips.
Indeed.
If things went the way he envisioned...
She would be fucked, indeed.
By him.
EVE FELT AS IF SHE was in a dream as she walked out of the ladies' dressed in nothing but a thin hospital gown, and when Konstantin turned to meet her gaze...
Oh no!
She quickly crossed her arms over her chest to hide the way her nipples had started poking against her hospital gown.