Playing Doctor by Jan Meredith Read Free Book Online

small tag on the ring that read, My foot and your ass need to meet. Her brow quirked. “Would you like to drive mine?”
    “Oh, yeah.” They exchanged keys.
    “I’m betting you know how to handle a stick.”
    “I’ve never had any complaints.” He tossed the keys in his hand. The pink stain on her cheeks acknowledged the sexual innuendo. The flash of heat in her eyes said she was interested. Yeah, things were looking up.
    “He likes a soft foot on the clutch and a heavy one on the gas.” Her voice was a little breathy, an octave lower than usual. He might not make it through the drink.
    “I’ll be gentle.”
    She smoothed her hand over the fender, but her eyes remained steady on his. “Don’t be, he likes it rough.”
    Oh, fuck yeah.

Chapter Five
    Traffic was lighter in downtown Lexington than Beth had expected, especially for a Saturday evening. Gabe pulled into the parking lot of Bolton’s on Main, cut the engine, and slid from behind the wheel. Pocketing the keys, he ran an appreciative eye over the car as he walked around to open Beth’s door.
    “That’s one fine ride you have. Tell me you don’t put it on the road every day.” Gabe’s hand rode loosely at the small of Beth’s back as they made their way across the parking lot toward the lounge. Each step she took, each roll of her hips shifted his fingers over the fabric of her jacket in the semblance of a caress. A quiver of excitement ran through her as she imagined those warm fingers on her bare flesh.
    Pulling in a breath, she reached for calm.
    “What, that old thing?” she teased, tucking her hair behind her ear. “No, I have a Camry for that. The Chevelle is strictly for pleasure.” Her heels clicked on the concrete walkway leading to the entrance of the lounge. Gabe reached forward and pushed the wide, ornate door open, turning to the side as she moved past him.
    “Is that what this weekend is about—pleasure?” The warm puff of Gabe’s breath wisped over Beth’s ear, sending goose bumps down her arm. He was so close the slightest turn of her head would bring her mouth to his. Her gaze shot up and met the intensity in his dark eyes. The air between them sizzled with a current of sexual awareness. Her lips parted, but before she could form a reply, a gentle nudge from his hand at her back urged her over the threshold and into the elegantly decorated foyer.
    “Welcome to Bolton’s on Main.”
    Dragging her gaze from Gabe, Beth blinked as the maître d’ stepped from behind her podium.
    “If you’ll follow me…”
    The maître d’ escorted them to a private dining area with linen covered tables and plush upholstered chairs. She placed a leather-bound drink list on the table between them. “Your waiter will be with you shortly,” she murmured, and unobtrusively slipped away.
    Gabe assisted Beth with her chair. Once situated at the table, his hands slipped from the back of her chair to her arms and skimmed up to settle on her shoulders. His fingers dipped inside the collar of her jacket and brushed her collarbone, sending a ripple of heat down her spine before they slid away and he took the chair across from her. His touch was pure seduction.
    To calm herself, Beth rested her arms on the table, hands folded, and took a moment to look around. Strategically placed Grecian columns flanked by leafy potted palms afforded privacy from patrons at the neighboring tables while they had their drinks. Wall sconces with soft, low lighting and flickering tea lights on the tabletops added a romantic, even sensual tone, and soft music played in the background.
    A waiter appeared to take their drink order, Disaronno on the rocks for Gabe and white wine for Beth, and then slipped away.
    “You’re quiet.” Gabe reached across the table and ran the back of his fingers over hers.
    “Sorry.” She brought her attention back to Gabe and found him watching her with a curious intensity. “I was just taking all of this in. It’s very…”
    “Too