rolled down his window to poke his handsome head out far enough to say, “Hey there. Madison?”
Face-to-face with such masculine perfection, all she could manage was, “Um, yeah.”
“I’m Marcus. Bet you guessed that.” He smiled, flashing teeth so white and perfect they would’ve looked out of place on a lesser mortal’s face. “You look great,” he purred. “Hop in.”
Don’t mind if I do.
Madison slid onto the fat leather seat and pulled the car door shut. He grinned over at her, apologized about being so late, and went on to say something about making a stop to drop something off, but because everything about him was so damn flawless, Madison was only listening enough to know when to nod and smile back.
The guy wasn’t handsome. He was fucking beautiful. Chiseled jaw, lips full enough to be sexy, gently arched brows, beautiful blue eyes and thick, glossy, chestnut brown hair.
“…so that’ll be okay with you?” he asked.
“Sure.” Was she agreeing to dinner, again? Or going to a strip club to try out for amateur night? As long as he was on the menu, she didn’t care. “That’ll be great.”
“Thanks, you’re a sport.”
With whatever was up in the air settled, he turned his attention to the road, and Madison sagged deeper into the plush seat that was promising to swallow her whole. The people on the sidewalks of Montgomery were hunched over, fighting the unusually cold evening. But inside the poshmobile, Madison sighed with relief because she’d hit the jackpot on the first pull.
“Could you reach back and grab the gift? It should be right there on the seat.”
A little something for her?
Madison twisted until she spotted an eight inch-square package tied with an oversize yellow ribbon. Flattened Berts and Ernies smiled back at her. Doctor Marcus has a sense of humor? She peered at him. Or was there a tiny schoolgirl outfit in there?
“She’s going to love it.”
Oh.
She . At least Madison wasn’t going to have to make peace with herself in the morning for wearing a costume that would have at-home lingerie partygoers giggling.
Minutes later, the good doctor turned onto a tree-lined side street and coasted to a stop in front of a Georgian brick house. Madison turned to Marcus. He wasn’t looking at her—he was staring at the flat Berts and Ernies and smiling. He looked silly. But handsome. And successful enough for both of them.
“Come on.” He marched up to the door, but instead of knocking, pushed it open, motioned for Madison to follow, then slipped inside, calling quietly, “Carol?”
Madison followed him through a tiled hallway to a cozy kitchen. A tiny woman wearing a lemon yellow tracksuit tiptoed in from the opposite direction and zipped right over to throw her arms around Marcus and give him a big kiss on the cheek.
Marcus eased the women back and nodded her way. “Madison and I are having dinner at the yacht club.”
Carol gave Madison a quick once-over, then another, slower look, pausing on the boots, before finally meeting her gaze. “Okay.”
Madison’s polite smile faltered.
Did we need your approval?
“How long have you and Daddy been going out?”
Daddy?
Yes, of course.
Grown men, especially successful plastic surgeons, have grown children who call them daddy…
Daddy ?
Shit .
Madison pulled her face back together and opened her mouth to say something, anything, but unfortunately nothing came out. After what felt like three minutes, her date remembered himself and stepped forward to rescue her from the thoroughly embarrassing and very awkward moment.
“Madison and I just met,” he chuckled. “About ten minutes ago, in fact. I guess that makes this our first date.”
Carol’s eyebrows knitted together in the picture of daughterly concern. Or was that horror?
Who could blame her? He could’ve said something better than that. Don’t look at her like she’s some tarty gold-digger would’ve been a decent start.
Carol gave Madison
Face-to-face with such masculine perfection, all she could manage was, “Um, yeah.”
“I’m Marcus. Bet you guessed that.” He smiled, flashing teeth so white and perfect they would’ve looked out of place on a lesser mortal’s face. “You look great,” he purred. “Hop in.”
Don’t mind if I do.
Madison slid onto the fat leather seat and pulled the car door shut. He grinned over at her, apologized about being so late, and went on to say something about making a stop to drop something off, but because everything about him was so damn flawless, Madison was only listening enough to know when to nod and smile back.
The guy wasn’t handsome. He was fucking beautiful. Chiseled jaw, lips full enough to be sexy, gently arched brows, beautiful blue eyes and thick, glossy, chestnut brown hair.
“…so that’ll be okay with you?” he asked.
“Sure.” Was she agreeing to dinner, again? Or going to a strip club to try out for amateur night? As long as he was on the menu, she didn’t care. “That’ll be great.”
“Thanks, you’re a sport.”
With whatever was up in the air settled, he turned his attention to the road, and Madison sagged deeper into the plush seat that was promising to swallow her whole. The people on the sidewalks of Montgomery were hunched over, fighting the unusually cold evening. But inside the poshmobile, Madison sighed with relief because she’d hit the jackpot on the first pull.
“Could you reach back and grab the gift? It should be right there on the seat.”
A little something for her?
Madison twisted until she spotted an eight inch-square package tied with an oversize yellow ribbon. Flattened Berts and Ernies smiled back at her. Doctor Marcus has a sense of humor? She peered at him. Or was there a tiny schoolgirl outfit in there?
“She’s going to love it.”
Oh.
She . At least Madison wasn’t going to have to make peace with herself in the morning for wearing a costume that would have at-home lingerie partygoers giggling.
Minutes later, the good doctor turned onto a tree-lined side street and coasted to a stop in front of a Georgian brick house. Madison turned to Marcus. He wasn’t looking at her—he was staring at the flat Berts and Ernies and smiling. He looked silly. But handsome. And successful enough for both of them.
“Come on.” He marched up to the door, but instead of knocking, pushed it open, motioned for Madison to follow, then slipped inside, calling quietly, “Carol?”
Madison followed him through a tiled hallway to a cozy kitchen. A tiny woman wearing a lemon yellow tracksuit tiptoed in from the opposite direction and zipped right over to throw her arms around Marcus and give him a big kiss on the cheek.
Marcus eased the women back and nodded her way. “Madison and I are having dinner at the yacht club.”
Carol gave Madison a quick once-over, then another, slower look, pausing on the boots, before finally meeting her gaze. “Okay.”
Madison’s polite smile faltered.
Did we need your approval?
“How long have you and Daddy been going out?”
Daddy?
Yes, of course.
Grown men, especially successful plastic surgeons, have grown children who call them daddy…
Daddy ?
Shit .
Madison pulled her face back together and opened her mouth to say something, anything, but unfortunately nothing came out. After what felt like three minutes, her date remembered himself and stepped forward to rescue her from the thoroughly embarrassing and very awkward moment.
“Madison and I just met,” he chuckled. “About ten minutes ago, in fact. I guess that makes this our first date.”
Carol’s eyebrows knitted together in the picture of daughterly concern. Or was that horror?
Who could blame her? He could’ve said something better than that. Don’t look at her like she’s some tarty gold-digger would’ve been a decent start.
Carol gave Madison
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