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see why He preferred to be called Rick. He looked like a Rick. When i thought of the name Rick, i imagined a jock frat boy i might have crossed paths with back in my college days. This Rick wasn’t too far from that image. i didn’t know about His jock or frat boy status, though i’m sure He possessed some sort of athletic prowess. He looked like He was built for sports.
    He was tall, about six-foot-two to my five-foot-three. i was dwarfed next to Him. i had always been attracted to Men who were at least six feet tall. As cliché as it sounds, taller Men represented strength and made me feel safe, secure, and protected.
    Every day for three days, i was subjected to the softest blue eyes framed in long, dark lashes. Torture. When He would bend to listen to my lungs, i’m sure i stopped breathing. He’d draw those thick eyebrows together and tighten His chiseled jaw before directing me, in that rumbling bass of His, to breathe deeply.
    Now that we had severed our Doctor-patient relationship, He wanted to take me out. i had Him pegged as the type to date models and socialites. i was so far out of my league . . . but He’d said He was a Dom. He had said He wanted me.
    Honestly, i found the good Doctor intimidating. From the moment He walked into my hospital room, He had me on edge. i’m not exactly chopped liver, but Doctor Thomas—Rick—was a very attractive Man. You’d have to be blind not to notice, and frankly, i didn’t think someone like Him would be interested in me, which was why i stood dumbfounded when He asked me out.
    Like i said, i’m not chopped liver, but imagine a chiseled God with mesmerizing eyes asking you out on a date. He was one of those people that kisa and i would classify as really, really, really good-looking.
    Why did i accept His card? Stepping outside of my comfort zone had never been a problem for me, but this time i wasn’t so sure i was doing the right thing.
    Later that day, when i told kisa that the handsome Doctor who saved my life asked me out, she could only stare at me with her mouth agape. It was cute and funny at first, but around the five-minute mark, i secretly wished a swarm of honeybees would fly into her mouth.
    i know it was surprising, but not that damn surprising. i’m not chopped liver, damnit.
    Two days had passed and i still hadn’t called Him. When we parted, He told me that He would be looking forward to my call. i wanted to pick up the phone, but i made an excuse not to each time.
    i sat on my loveseat and stared at the business card in my hand. Full disclosure: i was scared shitless.
    He wanted to know me.
    He wanted to know me .
    her Master
    A little over two fucking weeks and micah still hadn’t called. It was maddening. I gave her My business card sixteen days ago and still no call. Sixteen days! Normally, I have no problem being patient, but this shit was ridiculous. I could easily get in touch with her but I left the ball in her court.
    she was already skittish about My offer, so I didn’t want to spook her by being more forward than I’d already been. I had to move at her pace. micah needed to feel comfortable enough with Me to let her guard down.
    I got the feeling she didn’t let many people in, so she needed to trust Me before inviting Me into her world. Without trust, there would be no foundation for us to build upon.
    The courting process was My favorite part of a relationship. I dug a good pursuit. Women love to be wooed, and I thoroughly enjoyed the Knight in Shining Armor role when she was worth My time. For the right woman, courting would never end.
    I hadn’t taken on a new submissive in about five years, so I was going to thoroughly enjoy the chase, but micah had to give a little. I could wait her out. she’d call—I could feel it.
    My cell phone rang a little after nine just as I was settling down with a beer. It had been a long fucking day; I thought I was done with the hospital for the night. The number was unfamiliar, probably one of