Sold? Oh Please - Chapter 213
“Um… Devon?” Katherine called out from her bathroom. This was embarrassing beyond levels, how could she let him see her like this? But she couldn’t move and she was in so much pain, laying horizontally in the bath tub with her legs sticking out oddly. Worse she was naked.
“Devon?!” She called out loudly her voice shaking. “Devon!” She screamed and he burst into the bathroom only to turn around immediately.
“I didn’t see anything!” He said quickly.
“Well I don’t think that can be helped, ugh this is so embarrassing.” She cried.
“What will you have me do Katherine?” He asked, his back to her.
“Well for one do you have a bathrobe?” She asked.
“Bathrobe? Bathrobe! Yes I’ll go get it now.” He dashed out of the room.
She tried to get up to no avail only to have her wer soapy hair fell across her face, in her panic she began to blink rapidly allowing the sud go into her eyes.
“Ahhh!”
“Katherine? Are you okay?” Devon asked from behind the door.
“No, are you in the bathroom? Why does your voice sound distant?” She asked.
“How can I come in? I’ll be invading your privacy, I believe it’s still too early yet to see each other naked.” He stated bluntly.
“Is that really what you’re worried about right now? You’re a doctor!” She yelled, adrenaline giving her a bout of anger.
“Well are you sick?” He asked, his own adneraline pushing him in the flight direction. He was never really a person that understood human nature right away in the first place and he hated yelling. Now when Katherine was doing it all he wanted was too walk away and let her cool off.
“I’m stuck Devon, my leg is broken and my body hurts. I’m lying head down and legs up in a tub and there is soap in my eyes! I swear if you don’t enter this bathroom right now!” She yelled.
“Katherine, that still does not exempt the fact that you are naked.” He insisted.
“Devon you have seen thousands of naked women what makes me different?” She yelled.
“Well they were patients, you’re not. Besides if that’s the case I can’t treat you I’m emotionally attached.” He said. “I like you too much.”
Katherine palms formed fists and she bit back the string of insults that was ready to come out of her mouth in insults. Spooking him would not be a good idea, she had to keep reminding herself that he was a peculiar man. Besides what genius was ever normal?
That’s right, he is a genius. “Surely you are smart enough to think of a solution aren’t you Devon? But I understand if it’s too tasking, mentally-”
“Fine, I’m coming in.” He finally said abruptly and even through the pain a gentle smile graced her lips. Nothing like a simple manipulations. Insult his mental capacity and you get swift results.
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“What’s all this?” Katherine asked as she wobbled out of the bathroom and saw Devon placing food out on the table. And by all indications he cooked the food himself.
“You been through a lot, you need energy after that disastrous bath.” He stated simply.
Suddenly the image that she worked so hard to forget suddenly came back to mind.
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“Devon that not my arm.”
“Are you sure?” He asked to be sure as his eyes were closed.
“I’m pretty sure my arm isn’t so fleshy, and you should probably stop squeezing if you want to keep that hand.”
He immediately pulled away, meeting her gaze he gave her a small smile and pulled the bathrobe over her shoulder.
“Well it wasn’t even all that flashy either.” He murmured as he pushed her wet hair away.
Katherine’s face scrunched up in confusion at first then it dawned on her what he said, what he implied. “Hey!”
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“I didn’t know you could cook” She said quickly a desperate to change the topic and distract her mind from reddening her cheeks and ears any further.
“There’s nothing I can’t do.” He said curtly.
“Yeah, except tell what is what on a female’s body.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing, nothing. I didn’t say anything.” She shook her head. Sitting on the table.
“I hope you like it, but you probably will.” He smiled.
Katherine shot him a quiet glare as she picked up a fork. As soon as she tasted it if felt Deja vu.
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“What are you doing?” Paul asked.
“What does it look like I’m cooking.” She snapped at him.
“You? Cooking?”
“Don’t say it like that, I’m sure I can figure it out I was the valedictorian of my graduating class in medicine. I’m sure I can conquer something as trivial as cooking.” She shrugged, scooping up a spoon full of her sauce into her mouth. She had made many bad decisions in her life this was by far the worst of the them.
“Ohhh…. right from your expression I can tell it bad.” Paul stated hs voice sounding pretty light.
“Are you laughing right now?” She spat at him.
“Me? Ofcourse not” He lied “come let me see if I can fix it.” He said, walking over to the pot.
“No! It’s too bad.” She refused, looking him straight in the eyes. Immediately they began to scuffle and struggle for the pot, eventually he won and he put the spoon into his mouth.
“How is it?” She asked.
He picked up the pot and walked to the sink, turning it upside down and pouring out the contents. “Sit down I’ll make the sauce.”
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She shook her vigorously, she shouldn’t be thinking about him right now.
“Do you like it?” Devon asked.
“Yes, yes I do. Thank you Devon.”
“By the way I tracked down that address, it’s not very far from here.” He said. “It’s a Saturday tomorrow and I’m free do you want me to take you?”
“Ofcourse Devon, thank you.” She smiled.
“By the way may I ask why you need to go there?”
“Is it not a safe place?”
“More of Ill reputation, but what is these days.” He said.
“There’s a woman I must find, apparently she was the only close enough to know my mother well enough t give me actual needs to find my father.” Katherine informed him.
“Well, tomorrow it is. I’m late for work, don’t take any baths while I’m out.” He smiled.
Katherine face caught fire again and she shot him another glare as he walked out oblivious to the fuming woman.