Her Doctor Daddy (12 page)

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have interrupted you,” she said, turning her neck, displaying the water pooling in her eyes.

“Normally, those sweet crocodile tears can melt my heart. But right now, I’m very disappointed in you, Alexa Lynn.”

“I said I was sorry…”

“Push your bottom out further. You deserve a good hard spanking, young lady.”

“Oh, my God! Right now?”

“Uh-huh. Right here and right now.”

As she complied, she watched the corners of his lips straighten, but his eyes sparkled at her submission to him. Lexi shut her eyelids tight, put her hands against both sides of the wall, and tried to prepare herself for what was to come. Holding her around the waist with one arm to steady her, his other hand connected hard, crashing against the middle of her bare buttocks over and over again as she yelped, desperately trying to wriggle away from him.

“Please, that hurts! No more, please!”

“Now, I wouldn’t be a very good daddy if I let my kitten get away with such a stunt,” he said, bouncing his palm off the bottom of each well-spanked, rosy buttock. “I care about you.”

“I know you care! I know you care! Please stop!” she begged over and over, not giving an ounce of thought to who else in the building might’ve heard her loud pleas.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?” he asked rhetorically, his hand meeting her blotchy bum with each spoken word.

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry! I won’t do it again, Daddy,” she sobbed.

Finally he pulled her into his arms, and Lexi’s glowing ass met the hardness inside his pants. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” he whispered in her ear. “You’re mine, and being mine means there will be rules to follow. Is that becoming clear to you,
mi querida
?”

Tears ran down Lexi’s cheeks as she turned to face Raul. With wet eyes locking onto his, she barely choked the words out. “You never said you loved me before.”

“I don’t play games, Alexa Lynn Roberts. Are you sure this is what you want? A forty-year-old man who wants to protect you like a child one minute, spanking your bare bottom while you stand in the corner, only to press his hard, aroused cock into you the next?”

She sucked in a startled breath as his finger slipped into her wet, needy slit. “Yes. It’s exactly what I want,” she mewled.

Though he clicked his tongue at how heated and wet her pussy was, his eyes smiled. “My naughty girl seems to need all kinds of attention this morning.” Inching her backward against the wall, Raul kneeled down, placed a hand on each of her inner thighs and firmly spread them apart. As he dipped his head and separated her silky folds, the tip of his tongue lightly teased her velvety labia. Arching her back, she moaned, widening her legs further, allowing him to run his moistened lips up and down her swollen, drenched skin, enticing him as he laved over her sensitive flesh. Pulling delicate fingers through the short dark hair on the back of his head that was nestled in between her legs, she groaned as he brazenly slid right over her pulsating clitoris. With a shivering inhale, she grabbed onto his head as he flattened his tongue and washed over her hard, tight muscle with long, deliberate strokes.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her knees starting to buckle.

Raul slowly raised his head and focused on her face with a daring look in his eyes. “Not yet, my little kitten, I want to see if you can follow my instructions today.”

“Sweet Jesus, you can’t be serious. Please let me come,” she begged.

“Think of something else, my little love—I want you to try.” He waited a minute and again moved his head downward to press onto her sensitive button with his tongue, rolling over her stiff, slick tissue again and again. But once more, he pulled back to look up at her.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“Please, I’m begging you! Yes, please!”

Finally, he nodded and lowered his head to close his lips around her inflamed, hard nub.

“Oh, God, Oh, God… don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged and moaned as he sucked relentlessly and thrusted his tongue into her needy flesh while she jutted her hips out greedily. In seconds, her clitoris began throbbing wildly as she drew in panting breaths trying to pump air into her lungs.

When Lexi’s body quieted down, he kissed her mound, pulled her panties and pants back up, and placed his large hands under her shaky legs to lift her up off the floor. “You can relax for a few moments while I give this report to Dr. Brownell,” Raul said, carrying her over to the cot. “Do you think you can behave yourself for ten minutes, sweet pea?”

Her lips curled into a shy smile as she tucked her head under his chin. “Scout’s honor, Dr. Morales. Oh, and one more thing before you go …”

“Mmm?”

“I love you, too,” she whispered.

Chapter Seventeen

“Oh, shit! Is that Mr. Bozar coming through the front door?” Dick Cheek rolled his chair closer to the front entrance video camera. “What in the hell would he be doing here this early in the morning?”

Bob Paise angled his head toward the screen and squinted. “I don’t know and really don’t care. I’m about to go on rounds anyway, so I’ll be able to avoid him all together. Besides, you’re the shift supervisor.”

“You big fucking chicken! What, can’t stand the heat?”

“Out of sight, out of mind… and I’m outta here!” Bob grabbed his utility belt, slung it over his shoulder, and slammed the door, making a quick exit out of the security room.

Sitting in silence, Dick tapped long fingers on the desk as he tried to conjure up the reason his boss might be coming in for an early morning visit. If it was good news, he would’ve been called into Mr. Bozar’s office during the day. No. Nothing positive was going to happen, and he could only hope that Eddie Bozar was there to see Bob rather than him.

Did that prick rat on me?

As he sat fretting over his boss’s impending visit, there was a light knock on the door, and Eddie strutted into the office with his usual air of arrogance. “So, where’s Bob?”

“Out doing his rounds, Mr. Bozar. I can get him back in here if you want.”

“Not necessary, I came here to see you,” Eddie said, reaching back to close the door.

“You really didn’t need to make a special trip in here so early—I could have stopped by after the shift was over.”

His eyes panned the room. “I appreciate that, Dick, but what I have to say is better done here than at the office. You see, I’ve had some complaints.”

Dick held up his hand. “We’re keeping a close eye on all the monitors and are prompt on our rounds. We’ve even been patrolling the parking lot since Dr. Morales’ conversation with you.”

“Do your rounds also include keeping a close watch on some of the female staff and patients?” he asked, his fingers dusting over a piece of equipment.

Dick’s face turned a crimson shade of red. “Jesus. Bob’s such an asshole…”

“Bob has nothing to do with this. Since there’s been a killer on the loose, I took the precaution of placing extra security cameras around my clients’ buildings and they feed footage back into a central location. A couple of my guys noticed you lurking outside the rooms of several patients, and I don’t believe that was in your job description, Dick.”

“I was just being vigilant in making my rounds… nothing more than that.”

Eddie bent over the desk, his six foot two frame looming large over Dick. “I’ve been told you seem to have a fascination with someone who works down in the ER, as well.”

Dick’s defeated eyes met his boss’s stern ones.

“Yep, we had a camera installed in here, and the resolution is quite good. May I say, if there is ever an event for jerking off, your hand movement is Olympic caliber. Jesus, Dick, how the fuck could you? This is how you treat me after taking care of you for all these years?”

Dick clenched his fist then hung his head as the assault continued.

“Not only do our customers have expectations, but my mother built this company from scratch and established a great reputation!” Eddie yelled, slamming the palm of his hand on the desk. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a slacker like you bring it down. All I need is for one client to be dissatisfied and the rest will leave, too. I can’t and will not allow that happen.”

“Please, Mr. Bozar. I need this job,” Dick pleaded.

“You should’ve thought of that sooner. Now hand over your security badge. My new hire will escort you outside the building. You’re through as of this moment.”

As Dick plucked the badge off his front shirt pocket, his eyes darkened. “Mr. Bozar, you should really think twice before you let me go. Certain events could easily spiral out of control.”

“Are you threatening me, Dick?”

“No, sir. I’m just making an observation.”

Both men turned their heads as the door opened to see that Bob had returned. “Oops, sorry,” he said, quickly spinning around on his heel to leave.

Eddie motioned at him to come in. “No, Bob, join the party. Mr. Cheek has just been relieved of his duties, and you’ve been promoted to night shift supervisor.”

“Jesus, what just happened?” Bob blurted out, obviously stunned by the sudden announcement.

“James, get your ass in here!” Eddie called out, and suddenly a six foot six muscle-clad man strutted into the room. “Please escort Mr. Cheek to his car and see that he leaves the premises. Then come back up here and meet your new boss, Mr. Paise.”

James extended his arm as Dick rose from the chair, violently shaking his head at the massive man. Reaching the doorway, he flung his hand in the air with his middle finger extended. “Fuck you.”

Eddie angled his head toward Bob. “He’s always been a dickhead,” he announced as they watched Dick walk down the long hall. “And if I see you smoke another joint while on the job, you’ll suffer the same fate as your buddy. Are we clear on that?” he asked, pivoting to face his employee.

Bob’s head waggled as he nervously combed long fingers through his dark brown wavy hair. Eddie narrowed his eyes at him, and without another word, slowly turned to leave the room.

Chapter Eighteen

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened,” Detective David Justice of the Pompano Police Department said in a calm voice.

“He tried to force me into my apartment, but I was able to fight him off.”

“Who did, Ms. Harriger?”

“I think it was the man you’re looking for… The Ft. Lauderdale Lady Killer.”

“Before you continue, I’m going to bring in another detective to hear this. Sit tight and I’ll be right back.”

Sue Harriger, a short blonde with an athletic body appearing to be in her mid-twenties, nodded as she lowered her head into her hands.

Detective Justice exited the room and walked around the other side of the one-way mirror. “Tim, what do you think?”

Tim Whatley, the head of the Ft. Lauderdale Lady Killer task force, bent his head before answering. “We’ll need to hear her out. Up until now, we haven’t had a clue as to who our assailant is. This is the first reported instance where we have someone who survived an attack—actually lived to tell us what happened. But we need to know why she thinks it was him and not just some other pervert. Let’s get in there and find out.”

Detective Justice walked back into the interrogation room with Whatley close behind. “Ms. Harriger, can we call you Sue?”

Still quite shaken, she quivered. “Uh-huh.”

“Good. Sue, this is Tim Whatley, head of the task force. We understand how traumatic this night has been, but need to get as many details from you as possible while it’s still fresh in your mind. Are you alright with that?”

Sue’s head dipped forward as she nodded.

“Is there anything we can get for you before we start? Would you like a glass of water or a Coke?”

“No, I’m okay.”

Tim sat down on the edge of the desk and folded his hands. “Let’s get started then. Can you tell us what happened tonight?”

She shook her head as if to clear it, and wiped the long bangs from her eyes. “It was around eight in the evening, and I’d decided to go to the Hyatt to have a drink.”

“Were you alone?”

“Yes. I go there a couple times a week—you know, just to unwind a bit. It always seemed like a safe place to me, and the kind of guys that go there are usually the professional type. Sometimes I drive there, but tonight I decided to take a cab.” She shuffled for a moment in her seat, obviously not wanting to retell the story.

Tim’s voice softened. “I’m sure this is difficult, so take your time.”

“I sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Looking up at the mirror, you know the one back behind the bottles of liquor on the wall? Well, this man seemed to appear out of nowhere, and he was standing right behind me, smiling. I turned toward him, and he asked if I wanted another drink. He was so attractive, and I remembered turning him down the week before when he offered. So this time, I agreed.”

“Can you describe him?” Detective Justice asked.

“He was tall, slim, and wore a suit and tie. Like I said, he was quite good-looking, but the one odd thing was his hair.”

“How’s that?” Tim probed.

“It seemed a little stiff, kind of like it was a hairpiece. I can’t say for sure if it was real, but it was brown in color.”

“Why would you think that was odd? A lot of men wear a toupee.”

“His face seemed so young. And I remember wondering why a man his age would be wearing a wig.”

“Did he give you a name?”

“He said his name was Robert. We talked for about an hour or two, and had a few more drinks. I was feeling a little woozy… if you know what I mean.”

“I understand, go on,” David prompted.

“I guess it was around 10:30 or so when I told him it was time for me to go home. That’s when he offered to drive me and said that it wasn’t safe to be walking the streets alone with that killer on the loose. So I agreed. He paid the bar bill and we walked outside to his car.”

“What kind of car was it?” Tim asked.

“It was an old VW Bug. For some reason, it struck me that this type of car didn’t fit with the whole successful businessman image.”