check.
Jacqueline stood, and the men followed suit. “I hear that the view from the ION Rooftop Patio is amazing. Anyone want to join me there for coffee or tea?” The question was general but her eyes were on Randall.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. The conference is over, but I and a few colleagues still have work to do.”
“I’m one of the colleagues he’s talking about,” James said, stretching. “Besides, I need to check in with the chief.”
“The chief?” the neurologist queried.
“His wife,” Randall explained.
“Ah yes. I have one of those.”
There was laughter around the table. Jacqueline turned to the Indian doctor. “What about you, Dr. Chatterji?”
He looked at his watch. “I have some reading to do, but my flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow. I guess another half hour won’t hurt.”
“Anyone else?” Various nays abounded. She hooked her arm through the doctor’s. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”
“Oh goodness, don’t tell my wife.” His smile was mischievous. “She doesn’t know about my girlfriend.”
“His wife is his girlfriend,” Randall said as he passed. “And has been for the past forty years.”
“Forty-two years, thank you very much.”
“That’s quite a milestone,” James slapped him on the back as he too walked by, just behind Randall. “Congrats.”
Jacqueline and Dr. Chatterji fell into step behind Randall, James, and the rest of the group who’d been at the table. She furtively watched Randall’s long strides as he and James chatted. He laughed at something James said and Jacqueline noted his nice, white smile, his succulent lips and trimmed mustache. She remembered the way that mustache had felt as it tickled the top of her v-spot, and allowed herself the merest of smiles.
He’d said no to meeting her on the rooftop. She refused to let herself “go there” and feel bad about it. She’d been wined, dined, and screwed out of her mind, as Kaitlyn had put it. Just a good time girl, as she’d said she wanted. Perhaps their hookup was a one-time thing. But a few times during dinner, she’d caught him looking. And if what she read in his eyes was any indication, she’d be with the doctor again.
CHAPTER 10
R andall strolled to the hotel gym, actually looking forward to the workout. The early morning meetings of the past week had left him little time to exercise. But the conference had ended and today, Saturday, he had a couple hours to do what he wanted before being picked up to spend a day in Malibu, meeting with like-minded souls on ways they could positively impact the world. Later on, he would join James and a team of doctors from UCLA who specialized in brain malfunctions for a two-day pow-wow on how his research could help their cause in finding cures.
He entered the exercise room, turned the corner, and saw two perfectly round, nice and firm cheeks. The woman wasn’t facing him. Her butt did the greeting. One more second of checking out the toned calves, nice thighs, small waist, smooth skin, and long hair secured in a ponytail and he knew who was running on the treadmill. He hadn’t planned on running; was more interested in weights. But on second thought, a little cardio never hurt nobody.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, mimicking the greeting she’d used earlier in the week, when they met in the restaurant’s lounge. He mounted the treadmill next to her and began pushing buttons to set his workout. “I thought you’d be packed and headed back to the border.”
“No, I’m going to be stateside a while,” she said, not even breathing heavily even though a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. “When not attending conferences, I’ll be based in D.C..”
This got Randall’s attention. “Really? That’s right next door to where I live.”
“Which is?”
“Alexandria, Virginia.”
“How far is that from downtown D.C.?”
“A half hour or so, depending on traffic.”
He started running, setting a
Jacqueline stood, and the men followed suit. “I hear that the view from the ION Rooftop Patio is amazing. Anyone want to join me there for coffee or tea?” The question was general but her eyes were on Randall.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass. The conference is over, but I and a few colleagues still have work to do.”
“I’m one of the colleagues he’s talking about,” James said, stretching. “Besides, I need to check in with the chief.”
“The chief?” the neurologist queried.
“His wife,” Randall explained.
“Ah yes. I have one of those.”
There was laughter around the table. Jacqueline turned to the Indian doctor. “What about you, Dr. Chatterji?”
He looked at his watch. “I have some reading to do, but my flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow. I guess another half hour won’t hurt.”
“Anyone else?” Various nays abounded. She hooked her arm through the doctor’s. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”
“Oh goodness, don’t tell my wife.” His smile was mischievous. “She doesn’t know about my girlfriend.”
“His wife is his girlfriend,” Randall said as he passed. “And has been for the past forty years.”
“Forty-two years, thank you very much.”
“That’s quite a milestone,” James slapped him on the back as he too walked by, just behind Randall. “Congrats.”
Jacqueline and Dr. Chatterji fell into step behind Randall, James, and the rest of the group who’d been at the table. She furtively watched Randall’s long strides as he and James chatted. He laughed at something James said and Jacqueline noted his nice, white smile, his succulent lips and trimmed mustache. She remembered the way that mustache had felt as it tickled the top of her v-spot, and allowed herself the merest of smiles.
He’d said no to meeting her on the rooftop. She refused to let herself “go there” and feel bad about it. She’d been wined, dined, and screwed out of her mind, as Kaitlyn had put it. Just a good time girl, as she’d said she wanted. Perhaps their hookup was a one-time thing. But a few times during dinner, she’d caught him looking. And if what she read in his eyes was any indication, she’d be with the doctor again.
CHAPTER 10
R andall strolled to the hotel gym, actually looking forward to the workout. The early morning meetings of the past week had left him little time to exercise. But the conference had ended and today, Saturday, he had a couple hours to do what he wanted before being picked up to spend a day in Malibu, meeting with like-minded souls on ways they could positively impact the world. Later on, he would join James and a team of doctors from UCLA who specialized in brain malfunctions for a two-day pow-wow on how his research could help their cause in finding cures.
He entered the exercise room, turned the corner, and saw two perfectly round, nice and firm cheeks. The woman wasn’t facing him. Her butt did the greeting. One more second of checking out the toned calves, nice thighs, small waist, smooth skin, and long hair secured in a ponytail and he knew who was running on the treadmill. He hadn’t planned on running; was more interested in weights. But on second thought, a little cardio never hurt nobody.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, mimicking the greeting she’d used earlier in the week, when they met in the restaurant’s lounge. He mounted the treadmill next to her and began pushing buttons to set his workout. “I thought you’d be packed and headed back to the border.”
“No, I’m going to be stateside a while,” she said, not even breathing heavily even though a thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. “When not attending conferences, I’ll be based in D.C..”
This got Randall’s attention. “Really? That’s right next door to where I live.”
“Which is?”
“Alexandria, Virginia.”
“How far is that from downtown D.C.?”
“A half hour or so, depending on traffic.”
He started running, setting a
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