MARTHA’S POV
"Doctor..." I said, my voice low and husky, a flirtatious smile playing on my lips. I leaned forward, my body language inviting.
"These days I haven't been visiting," I purred, my eyes locked on his. "I don't have time. You know I am busy with everything In the mansion."
The doctor's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze roving over my body. "I've missed you," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity.
I laughed, a throaty sound, and leaned back in my chair, my body stretching out like a cat. "I need you to do me a favor," I said, my voice still husky. "The drugs we gave Grandfather Edward... I need more."
The doctor's eyes lit up with interest, and he leaned forward, his hands rubbing together in anticipation. "Why do you need it, if I may ask?" he asked,
