AMY
I clutched my bag as I paced back and forth in the waiting room. I can't believe I was doing this. I was going against my wishes and here I was again at Pete Stone's office. He left me last night wanting him. That was s****l torture, because I was already nearing my peak. I wanted to confront him earlier this morning, but discovered he had already left for work without saying anything.
Who does that?
He was with another patient, so I had to stay in the waiting room where his secretary's counter was also located. I checked my time, realizing that the so-called patient had been there for quite some time.
I got up from my chair and went over to her table, trying to smile. “Hey miss,” I called to her attention. “Sorry to bother you. But I've been here for almost an hour and Mr. Pete ha
