Page 5 of Dr. Stone

“Cute?” She chewed on the corner of her lip, folded her arms, and sat back in her chair. “First, it’s sassy and hot. Now, it’scute. How about this, Dr. Stone? I think you’re adorable. Nervous, yes, but you are behaving so adorably, which overcomes it, in my opinion.”

Oh, fuck me,I thought, glancing over at the grins on everyone’s face who was watching our exchange. We’d captured the attention of the CEOs and doctors who always gave me hell for enjoying my frivolous bachelor life.

Andie sat calm, almost bored, convinced I was nervous. I was killing my chance of hearing her scream my name, gripping my hair as she came over and over on my dick.

That wasn’t even close to happening so long as I used the wordcuteto describe any part of this woman. I needed to pull it together.

I came into this whole thing way too confidently, forgetting I needed to warm up to this shit. What the fuck should I do to get things back on track now, especially since we were off to the friend zone races with me calling her cute and her referring to me as being adorable?

“Anyway,” I tried to side-step her observations, “what brings you onto the yacht tonight?”

We needed more cocktails. Things were way too black and white right now, and we needed to loosen up.

I motioned to the waiter to bring us two more of what we were having.

“I came with Ashley Mitchell; her husband is Dr. Mitchell.” She glanced around at the splendor of the yacht. “Do you know him?”

“Yes, I do,” I took the second scotch from the waiter, sipped it, and smiled. “Jake is my chief.”

“Impressive,” she said as if I wanted her to be impressed by my profession. “You’re a heart doctor?”

“Cardiologist, yes,” I informed her.

“They say doctors choose their specialty because something inspires them to do so; is that true for you?”

“I’ve heard that, but honestly, nothing in particular inspired me to go into cardiology. I had an aptitude for it, the right doors opened, and I took them. I’m just a science nerd who excelled in med school and wanted to focus my skills in a high-stakes field where life and death are often on the line. I figure I was given these abilities for a reason, so why not use them where I can save the most lives?”

“I’m intrigued,” she responded.

“By what? Me being a book nerd or the reason I chose to become a cardiologist?”

“Both,” she answered.

“Well, it’s true,” I laughed, realizing I was just perpetuating thecute and adorabletalk from earlier.

What the hell was wrong with me tonight? Why couldn’t I hook her with charm and intrigue for the way I’d fuck her instead of for my brain? Now she was hooked on my nerdiness, not the way I could have her on her knees. This was the last thing I wanted.

I was notgetting laid if I couldn’t get myself out of this trap quickly.

“Are you really that nervous?” she questioned, seeing through my inner paranoia.

Apparently, I wasn’t even capable of having a normal conversation anymore. Here I was, trying to get laid while calling her cute and referring to myself as a book nerd. I guess I just enjoyed jerking off in the shower because that’s where this was heading.

“I’m not nervous. I just don’t think I’ve ever had the luxury of being in the presence of such a beautiful woman before,” I responded honestly.

She smiled. “Oh, I’m sure that isn’t true. You honestly crack me up,” she said, laughing at how stupid I was acting.

“How so?”

“From the moment I first saw you walking in our direction, I saw a man full of himself and entirely assured he was getting laid tonight. You weren’t afraid to unashamedly approach me and practically take me to your room. Yet, here you are, stumbling all over your words, and I just think it’s adorable.”

“Well, if IthoughtI was getting laid, I could tell that the reality is I’ll no doubt end up jerking off alone in my shower tonight—” I stopped myself.

What the fuck! Why would you say that out loud, you absolute dipshit?

My eyes were wide, my mouth hung open, and my hand gripped my glass of scotch so tightly that I was shocked I didn’t break the fucker. I couldn’t believe I’d just let my inner monologue steer the car and admit something I wouldn’t dare tell a fucking soul…and yet, here we were.

I should walk to the railing and jump overboard. No one had ever heard of aswim of shame, but I was seriously contemplating taking one.