Page 8 of What the Doctor Ordered

S imon

The first thing that I became aware of was that I wasn’t alone.

My body immediately went into defense mode and I stiffened, opening my eyes and scanning my surroundings. I relaxed once I registered that I was in my own bedroom, in my own home. I blinked when my eyes focused on the person next to me in bed.

Kiley Hart was lying beside me. The soft, early morning light suffused her features in a golden glow as she lay sleeping peacefully against the pillows, her hand curled beneath her cheek.

As I studied her closely, memories from the night before came flooding back and I shook my head in wonder at how it all played out.

It had happened so fast and unexpectedly.

I had just intended to impress her with dinner so that I could ask her to be my fake fiancée.

She was far more interesting and attractive than I originally realized, however and before I knew it, I was throwing her across my lap so that I could spank that full, round bottom of hers.

Even that hadn’t been enough, though. Once I’d discovered how wet she was after I punished her, I made her spread for me and I fingered her asshole. And she’d submitted to all of it so beautifully. I’d barely had control over myself as I dragged her off to my bedroom to pound fuck her soundly.

I looked down at the naked woman beside me, trying to figure out how she had bewitched me so easily.

I normally took pride in my self-control.

I had gone to Onyx with a job to do: to find a woman to play the part of my fiancée so that I could secure my father’s business.

The perfect woman came along, and I didn’t just immediately sleep with her, I spanked her bare ass too!

We hadn’t even been on a date! It was just a crazy chance meeting.

I rubbed my hand over my eyes. What the hell was wrong with me? Kiley was different from any other woman I had ever met. She wasn’t just cute; she was stunning and was genuine as well.

Perhaps she was too perfect for this job.

I didn’t have time to ponder that possibility, though. I was running out of time. Each day I wasted brought me one day closer to those bastard board members taking away everything my father had worked for.

I had to act. And fast.

Almost as soon as that resolve hardened within me, Kiley started to stir.

She inhaled deeply and rolled slightly, her bright green eyes blinking against the light filtering in through the curtains.

She seemed confused, just like I had been upon waking.

When those lovely eyes focused on me, she smiled sleepily and blinked.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice slightly thick with sleep.

I smiled back. “Good morning,” I rumbled. “Did you sleep well?”

Kiley blinked a few more times and stretched. Her eyes widened slightly and I knew that she was replaying the events of last night in her mind as well. A delicious blush bloomed across her cheekbones, and she suddenly averted her gaze from mine.

“Yes, I slept really well,” she answered, her voice sounding far away for a moment. She swallowed and then forced herself to look up at me shyly from beneath her long eyelashes. “I, umm, I really enjoyed last night.”

I could feel my expression softening as I gazed at her. “I did as well,” I told her. I tried to meet her gaze, but she had averted her eyes again, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink. It reminded me of the way her bottom had colored so nicely under my hand. My cock hardened at the delectable memory.

I cleared my throat and reached for my boxers, slipping them on as I stood up. “You can take your time getting up,” I told her gently. “I’ll head to the kitchen and whip us up some breakfast.”

“Oh!” Kiley gasped, her eyes rounding. “You don’t have to go through the trouble. I’ll just head out and get something on my way to class.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” I assured her. “Unless you have to leave right away?”

Kiley shook her head. “I have some time to kill,” she said. Then, she smiled up at me brightly. “I would love some breakfast. Thank you.”

I nodded before leaving her to get dressed before I could jump her again. I was going to have to splash some cold water on my face after imagining how good she would feel this morning after I had adequately stretched her tight pussy last night.

I hurried out of the room before I made that vision a reality.

I had to clench my jaw as I scrambled some eggs and flipped some pancakes. I tried not to picture Kiley in my room, slipping on her panties, her own fingers brushing against her breasts as she put her bra on, her dress falling over her sweet curves.

By the time Kiley walked into the kitchen, I was even more aroused than I had been before I left her to get dressed. It didn’t help that when I turned around to greet her, I found her in one of my white t-shirts.

She blushed when she caught my look. “Sorry, Simon. I hope you don’t mind,” she rushed to explain. “I don’t have any spare clothes with me. I’ll change back into the dress I was wearing when I leave.”

“It’s no trouble at all,” I told her as I eyed her bare legs. “I have some shorts that you could borrow as well.”

Her blush deepened. “I couldn’t find any that fit,” she admitted.

I nodded in understanding. Well, that wasn’t going to be distracting at all. “Breakfast is ready,” I told her, gesturing to the island where I had set our plates.

“Thank you,” Kiley smiled appreciatively as she stepped further into the kitchen.

We ate in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being silverware tapping lightly against our plates. I tried not to glance at Kiley out of the corner of my eye since I was hyper aware of the fact that my t-shirt she was wearing was riding up her thighs, exposing her smooth, creamy skin.

“These might be the best eggs I’ve ever had,” Kiley said after a long moment.

I started at the compliment and then grinned at her. “I’m assuming that you’re exaggerating as a way of expressing your gratitude.”

Kiley giggled, seeming relieved that I was lightening the mood as well. “Not at all, actually,” she said. “I’m serious. These are better than a lot of restaurant scrambled eggs.”

“I’m glad you like them,” I said. “My father taught me how to scramble eggs when I was a little kid. I’ve been making them the same way ever since.”

Kiley’s eyes warmed at my words, and she continued to eat her eggs enthusiastically. Her face fell just moments later, and I found that I couldn’t ignore her suddenly forlorn expression.

“Something on your mind?” I asked carefully.

She twitched slightly, as if she forgot where she was for a moment. “Oh, it’s nothing really,” she said, wincing. “I was just replaying my time with Kramer over again in my mind. I can’t believe I fell for his charming boy act. I really thought he was a nice guy. Pretty foolish of me, huh?”

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that,” I said. “There is nothing wrong with being a trusting person. It just makes it a lot easier to know you and care about you.”

Kiley blinked before her cheeks colored slightly and a pleased smile crossed her lips.

“Thanks,” she said. “Well, I’m kind of glad things happened the way that they did.

This could just be the universe telling me that I’m not ready to date right now, which is kind of what I figured anyway.

I’m far too busy since I need to work to afford my vet school tuition. ”

The opportunity that just presented itself was far too perfect for me to pass up. I turned on the bar stool so that I was facing her. “There may be something I can do to help you with that.”

Kiley’s head snapped up and she stared at me in confusion. “What do you mean?”

I chose my next words carefully, knowing that failing to do so could end with me getting slapped.

Again. “I’m in a bit of a predicament,” I began.

“It turns out that, as a condition of my father’s will, I won’t be able to gain control of the company my father left me unless I am either married or engaged.

I have no interest in being either of those things at the moment, so I am in need of someone to help me simulate that status. ”

Kiley furrowed her eyebrows, frowning at me. I could practically see the gears turning behind her eyes. “So…You want me to pretend to be your wife?”

I was surprised that she didn’t sound quite opposed to the idea, just as if she was asking for clarification. “My fiancée, actually,” I corrected. “It would be much more believable than me suddenly obtaining a wife.”

Kiley nodded slowly, absorbing this.

I continued quickly, encouraged that she didn’t immediately get up and walk out. “I would pay you handsomely of course,” I said. “I would only need you to play the part for about six months, but my offer would more than cover your tuition for the next year.”

Once Kiley was able to process what I was asking of her, her eyes rounded as the shock started to settle in. I wasn’t entirely surprised when uncertainty started to spark behind her eyes. “I don’t know, Simon. This sounds a little crazy,” she murmured.

I felt panic rise in me. Kiley was the first woman to even slightly consider my offer, and I had spoken to over a dozen women the night before.

“I would be able to offer you more than just your tuition,” I said, adding a more persuasive tone to my voice.

“I would treat you as if you were really my fiancée. Spoil you. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything other than focusing on your studies. ”

She was still hesitant, but I could tell she was more on the fence now rather than leaning toward objecting.

I lowered my tone even further, pinning Kiley with a stern look.

“I can tell that you haven’t been taking care of yourself properly,” I said.

“You have been working hard on top of going to school. That’s a lot of stress.

Judging by the subtle dark circles under your eyes and how pale you are, I imagine you haven’t been getting adequate sleep and might not be eating well. Am I correct?”

Kiley averted her gaze, biting her lower lip, which just confirmed my suspicions. I was even more shocked when she looked up at me and nodded. “Okay, I’ll do it,” she said.

I hid my shock, smiling and nodding. “I’m glad to hear it,” I said.

“Then, allow me to lay down my expectations for you. There isn’t much.

I will need you to accompany me to social functions.

There will likely be a couple each month over the next six months.

I will supply funds for you to purchase any clothing or accessories you might need for these events. ”

“Alright,” Kiley said, nodding. “I can do that.”

This was such a business-like conversation that I couldn’t help but smirk. “Although, if you are willing to make yourself available for other activities, I wouldn’t be opposed.” I stressed the word “activities” and leaned forward a bit, giving her a dark, heated look.

I could almost hear Kiley’s heart skip a beat.

She sucked in a breath. “I might not mind that either,” she said quietly, looking up at me through her impossibly thick lashes.

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at me.

“I still expect to be respected, though. I am not a sex toy.” Her voice held some heavy warning to it.

I gave her a serious look. “Of course,” I said. “I don’t see you as a sex toy at all. A toy wouldn’t be as passionate as you are about helping animals and certainly wouldn’t be able to make the noises that you make while being pleasured. Or punished.”

I smirked when Kiley’s face flushed even further, the pink across her cheekbones bordering on red.

I hardened my expression. “In order to keep up pretenses, I will need you to be obedient to me. I will require that you do as I say when I say, especially while we’re in public.

I will need to make sure this relationship we will be play acting is believable. ”

Kiley’s eyebrows rose toward her hairline, and she clenched her jaw, fire in her eyes. She nodded after a moment though. I smirked. This was going to be interesting, indeed. I had a feeling I was going to have the pleasure of tossing Kiley over my knee quite a few times over the next six months.