"They do it at Dr. Hart's office!" The old lady shouted at Eugene as she walked past Reba.
"Go to his office then!"
"Well, I will!" She snapped back at him before slamming the door.
Reba could see the smoke practically coming out of Eugene's ears as he stomped around the waiting room. "Good riddance!" He mumbled before turning on his heel and slamming his office door behind him.
Reba bit back a laugh and sent Brock a quick text. "You're a hot topic over here today." She quickly slid her phone back into her purse just as Eugene came storming out again.
"Who's next then?" He spat and looked around the room that was empty. Reba fixed her glasses on her face and smiled as sweetly as she could, also glancing around the empty room before running her long manicured finger down the length of her planner. "That was your last patient until after 2 o'clock." She said looking up at her boss.
Eugene let out a huff and leaned on the desk. "Fine. I guess you can go to lunch."
"Really?" Reba stood. "Is it okay if I take an extra half hour? I have to pick my son up," she thought for a moment. "From basketball." Lie.
Eugene eyed her for a moment. "Fine. But only half and hour tomorrow." He snapped and stomped off. "And lock the door on your way out!"
Reba quickly gathered her things, hearing her phone ping, she searched for it as she walked out the office door, grabbing her keys at the same time, she locked the door and flipped her phone open.
'I'm always a hot topic.'
She rolled her eyes and smiled at Brock's response, walking the ten feet across the hall to his office she walked in, smiling down at her phone she heard a sweet voice greet her that she didn't recognize. Looking up from fumbling with her things, she stopped in the middle of the room in shock.
A tall, busty brunette was standing behind the desk. "Hi there! Welcome to Dr. Brock Hart's office. Do you have an appointment with us?" She asked.
Reba's eyes traveled up and down what she could see of the of the young woman as she stood there with her phone and her keys in one hand, struggling with her purse with the other. She swallowed. The girl's eyes were a soft, piercing brown, and Reba squirmed beneath her gaze. She raised her eyebrows waiting for Reba's response. She couldn't have been more than thirty five, she was everything Reba wasn't. Tan, tall and young.
Brock sure knew how to pick 'em, she had to give him that. She was wearing a loose white v neck blouse that left little to the imagination, her light blue smock hanging open at her sides. A name tag pinned above her breast with a name Reba couldn't quite make out, but she squinted across the room in an attempt anyway.
She glanced down at her own chest, wanting to readjust and pop open just one more button to show off her own assets. She mentally chastised herself. Stop acting so childish, Reba. "No appointment. Just lookin' for Dr. Hart." She said finally, after she collected her thoughts. Re-adjusting herself and standing straight as she walked further into the office, placing her phone on the counter.
"If you'll just take a seat, I'll let him know you're here. He's busy with a patient right now." The young woman said with a smile, panning her hand across the room as she lifted the phone to her ear to buzz Brock.
Reba snorted. What a load of bull. She'd bet dollars to donuts that he was sitting in his office at his giant oak desk flipping through the newest issue of Sports Illustrated. Reba tossed her phone back into her purse and knocked her knuckles on the counter. "Not for me, he's not." She clicked her tongue and rounded the desk to find that she was wearing pastel pink pants, and two inch heels as well. She pressed her lips together as she walked away, rolling her eyes. All she could think of was the constant rotation of pretty young women Brock had coming in and out of the office back when they were married. No wonder he'd strayed.
The girl took off after her and she nearly laughed out loud. She looked good in heels, but she sure couldn't walk in them. "Ma'am! You can't just—"
Reba had already made it down the hall and was swinging his office door wide open before the 5 foot 10 young woman had even come close to catching up with her. "Brock," She started as she stood in the door frame.
"Dr. Hart, I'm so sorry, she just—"
Brock held up his hand and she immediately stopped talking which only made Reba scoff and roll her eyes. "Lana, it's fine." He chuckled as she walked away from the both of them back to her desk.
Reba exhaled sharply and closed the door tightly behind herself. Locking it. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, biting the inside of her cheek. "New receptionist, huh?"
He ran his hand down the side of his face. "Reba," he sighed.
"No, Brock! Why? Mrs. Humphries wasn't pretty enough for ya'?"
"Reba,"
"Didn't show off enough cleavage for ya'?" She continued.
"Reba, stop." He leaned back in his chair.
"No, Brock! As soon as you're divorced you just hire the next pretty young thing you can find!?"
Brock roughly ran his hand through his hair. Reba stood with her hands on her hips, shifting back and forth, she could hardly stay still for ten seconds and he knew there was no getting through to her when she was like this, they'd just have to have it out so she could move on.
"Well, how's about this, Brock?" she dropped her purse on the floor with a thud and unbuttoned her shirt. "Is this enough to keep your attention?"
His eyes went wide and his jaw nearly hit the floor. He had not expected that. "Reba!" he exclaimed. "Honey, what are you doin'?"
"What does it look like?" She said, her chest heaving, heart pounding.
Brock stood from behind his desk, slowly walking around it he moved to stand in front of her. "Reba," His eyes travelled from her eyes down to her breasts, he watched them rise and fall, it was soothing, rhythmic, hypnotizing. He placed his hands on her hips and looked her in the eye again. "You, look incredible." He pulled her close, their chests pressed against one another.
This was what she wanted, this was what she needed from him. Carnal instincts. She felt herself press against him, her hands travelling to his biceps. "I'm yours." She breathed. Almost begging him to take her.
Brock grinned and kissed her gently, his slips moving slowly, sensually as his hands made their way to the buttons on her blouse, slowly doing them back up while he distracted her with his lips.
"What are you—" She pulled back.
"You'll regret it."
"No, I will not."
"Yes, you will." He smiled down at her.
"Will not." She pouted.
Brock chuckled and kissed her again. "You're sexy when you're jealous."
Reba pouted even more and folded her arms over her chest. "Am not."
"You are and I like it, but you don't have to throw yourself at me like that. I'm not goin' anywhere."
She felt embarrassed because of how she'd acted but who could blame her? He had left her, but he was different. He had cheated, but he apologized. Reba squeezed her eyes shut, the conflicting thoughts were starting to give her a headache and all she wanted was Brock.
"How about I take you to lunch instead of taking you over my desk?" He spoke and pulled her out of the rabbit hole she was going down. He rounded his desk again, Reba followed and leaned against it when he sat down.
"How 'bout both?"
"Thought you wanted to talk?" He asked as he pulled open the drawer that was under her butt making her hop up onto his desk.
"I do."
"But?"
"But," She paused and licked her lips. "Maybe I want somethin' else too."
He cocked an eyebrow and gave her a smirk. "You are a confusing woman, Reba Nell."
"I'm an enigma." She chuckled, reaching down for his tie, wrapping it tightly around her hand. "You better give me what I want, Brock Hart." She said tugging at his tie, their faces now inches apart.
"I don't know what's gotten into you today."
"Well," She pulled him even closer, their noses touching. "I'm hopin' you in about 45 minutes." She purred.
Brock chuckled and grabbed his wallet from the drawer before closing it. "As tempting as you are," He said, pulling is tie gently from her hand. "I'm starvin'."
He stood and straightened himself out, Reba looked up at him with her big blue eyes and pouty lip. "You sure I can't change your mind?" She ran her hand up the inside of his thigh, rubbing him through his jeans.
"Reba." He breathed.
"C'mon, Brock, I know you want it."
He grabbed her wrist and closed his eyes. "What I want is somethin' to eat."
She pulled her hand away and readjusted her shirt. "Fine. But, I'm not givin' up that easily."
He grinned and looked down at her. "I never expected you to." he leaned in and kissed underneath of her jaw, letting his lips linger slightly longer than they should. "I promise I'll make it up to you later."
Reba licked her lips and eyed him. "Fine." She said hopping off his desk, she walked over to where she had dropped her bag, bending herself unnecessarily in half so he would have a perfect view of her from behind.
"Tease."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet." She smirked then stood hanging her purse from her arm she walked over to him and ran her hand down his chest. "You've created a monster, Dr. Hart."
Brock took her elbow and lead her to the door. "I wouldn't mind if I wasn't so hungry." He said, getting the door for her.
"I'm hungry too, just not for food."
Brock's mouth hung open then he closed it again, he couldn't believe his ears. It had been a really long time since she'd been this forward with him. He liked it. A lot. "I can feed you whatever you like."
"Hmm." she smirked and jumped when he pinched her ass, her heels clicking obnoxiously on the hardwood floor. She made a quiet squeak and turned around biting down on her lip. "Brock!" she whispered.
He grinned and shrugged, tapping her on the behind again. "Keep movin', I want food."
She gave him a stern glance and took a couple steps out of the door.
He tugged on the back of her skirt as he followed closely behind her. "C'mon, faster. Faster. Get a move on."
"Brock, stop it!" she giggled, swinging her arm back behind her to brush his hand away."
"Go, go, go!"
"Dr. Hart, you're such a flirt."
"You loooove it." Brock chuckled behind her, pinching her ass again she jumped and giggled her way down the short hall.
Reba's laughter instantly quieted as they came into the waiting area. Lana was watching them, giving Reba an odd look. Reba cleared her throat and straightened the waistband of her skirt.
Brock laid set his keys on the counter and smiled. "I'm heading out for lunch, you can too. Just make sure you lock up."
Lana nodded her head and smiled from her seat. "You going to that diner we went to yesterday?"
Reba's ears perked up and she stepped to Brock's side, placing her hand on the small of his back. She'd ask him about the diner later. "Hi," She smiled and held her hand out. "Sorry about before, I'm-" She started but Brock cut her off.
"Right!" He chuckled. "This is Reba, by the way, Lana. My ex-wife."
"Nice to meet you." The young woman smiled and took her hand.
Brock laughed. "If you see her comin' just let her on through. She's got a bit of a temper." He glanced down at Reba and winked.
She dug her nails into his back and forced a smile. "Brock, we better get goin'." she looked at her wrist for the time. "I gotta be back to work in an hour."