Adam and Amy talked very little as they drove to the fertility clinic. Dr. Smith had recommended them to a specialist and had urged them to make an appointment as soon as possible. Amy had of course explained the situation in detail to Stephanie, who'd promptly given the Copelands some time off.
"Well, they say this doctor is the best," the blond man said as they reached the clinic. He parked the car into a free space across the street from the red brick building and faced his wife.
Amy nodded and took a deep breath. The truth was, a mere few years earlier, she hadn't even been sure she wanted children. But now, especially knowing how much Adam adored kids and wanted at least one of his own, she'd changed her mind.
"Let's hope for the best," she said.
Adam gave her a warm smile. The couple left the vehicle and started, hand-in-hand, up to the entrance of the place. Once inside, they noted that the clinic actually looked quite inviting. The waiting room was modestly-sized, with a plush beige carpet, comfortable sofas and armchairs in matching or near-matching colors, and framed photographs on the walls. Upon close inspection, the redhead realized that the children in the photos were conceived as a result of the help of Dr. Adriana Rosetti, the fertility specialist to which they had been referred.
"Wow," the Canadian said, an impressed look adorning his features as he noticed the pictures. "That's pretty cool."
Amy nodded and smiled. Maybe this appointment would prove to be a wonderful and very promising experience, after all. She released Adam's hand to go to the receptionist to announce their presence.
"Hi. My name is Amy Dumas-Copeland. My husband and I have a three o'clock appointment with Dr. Rosetti."
The woman glanced down at the appointment log and smiled up at her, nodding.
"Can I please get your insurance card? And here, please fill this form out and return it to me." She handed Amy a clipboard with a medical form and pen attached.
The redhead turned iwth the items in hand to see Adam now sitting on one of the cozy loveseats. She made a beeline over and sat beside him. Without a word, she removed the pen from its clipped spot and began jotting down her personal information.
"This place seems inviting," the blond man observed. "It's funny, I thought it would be so... Well, so clinical."
"They have to make places like this feel inviting, Adam," she replied with a small laugh. She knew what he meant, though. Medical clinics, and especially of this type, usually had people nervous - especially men.
"Well, hopefully once I finish this, we won't have to wait too long."
*
Chris parked his car just down the block from where he'd seen theirs. His gaze was sharp as he trained it on the clinic up ahead. So, they'd indeed gone in there.
He imagined what sort of procedures Amy and Adam - but especially Amy - would have to undergo in order to conceive. He closed his eyes, which were concealed by his dark sunglasses, and pictured the redhead on a gynecological table, her feet propped in stirrups, naked from the waist down. He would love to get her in that position, and to undo his pants, free himself and penetrate her. He could actually picture it in his mind's eye, practically feel what it would be like to be inside of her... It was enough to get him excited. He had to get such thoughts out of his head. But he could do something about it later.
He reached over for his cell phone and flipped it open. Quickly, he searched and found her number. And with a smirk-grin on his face, he dialed.
"Hello?"
"Candice? Is that you?"
"Yes it is... Who is this?" the woman asked. It was a strange number, one she didn't recognize.
Beore he could completely blow it, Chris remembered that he'd met her under the alias 'Keith Irvington.' He thought that at some point, he would probably tell her his real name, but now was definitely not the time.
"Hey, it's Keith... Dr. Irvington? Remember me?"
"Oh, yes! Of course I do!"
Irvine could hear the pretty smile in Candice's voice. She had a bright, melodiously feminine tambre, and he really liked it. He also recalled how gorgeous she was and licked his lips.
"Listen, I was wondering... If you're not too busy tonight, would you care to have dinner with me?" he asked.
"I'd love to," the brunette replied.
"Great... I'll pick you up at your work. What time do you get off?" Mentally answering his own question, he thought, As soon as I'm fucking you better than you've ever gotten in your life!
"Five-thirty," she told him.
"Splendid. I'll be there then." Chris couldn't stop grinning, not even when the call ended a moment later.