All Chapters of The not so saintly, Dr. Saint.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

         JESSIE..         I sat down at my tiny desk in my little studio apartment and with a deep, steadying breath opened my laptop. A few keystrokes later and I was at the webpage for the credit union I’d started an account with  when I’d moved to Colorado springs.       The bank had done the oh-so-convenient thing of delaying charges and letting them hit me all at once. I had a few hundred less than I’d thought. Not goodDuring my relationship with Dante, there’d been more than a few occasions when money was tight. And Dad, being the stand-up guy he was, always helped us out.“Dante, the one guy I gave everything for but dumped me at the last minute. Asshole”.A rapid-fire series of knocks sounded from my apartment front door, the noise sudden enough to make my heart jump up into my throat and interrupting my  thoughts.   Once my jangled nerves

      JESSIEThe next morning when I I woke up, I threw off the covers, ready to grab the day by the horns. But the moment I was up and on my feet, I stopped, nausea attacking me. I’d killed half a bottle of wine with Courtney last night.      I gave myself a minute for the dizziness to pass. Luckily, I wasn’t too bad off. My head ached a little, but other than that I wasn’t too hungover. Nothing a nice shower wouldn’t fix. And being unemployed, I didn’t have to rush it.      I got into the shower, and the moment the water hit my skin, I smiled. The apartment wasn’t much, but at least the water pressure was killer. After letting the water work its magic on my muscles, the headache fading by the minute, I was ready to start the day. I threw on some jeans and a blouse, pairing the outfit with some sneakers. Once that was done, I packed my MacBook and headed out.       I’d had doubts

     JESSIEWho is this guy? I mean, I knew a little about him from the article I’d read – rich doctor, ambitious as hell, handsome as they came. But I hadn’t been ready for the effect he had on me. He was confident and kind and attentive, the exact sort of man I wasn’t sure still existed.      Was there a catch? Was he going to tell me something like he didn’t believe in monogamy? That I reminded him of his mother? Some other weird deal breaker?      Nothing like that came. What did was wonderful conversation peppered with some flirting. I couldn’t believe how much I was getting wrapped up in Saint, how incredible he was. The cynical part of me told me something had to be up, that there had to be some kind of catch. Was he planning on taking me home and showing me his basement S&M dungeon?      Actually, that might be kind of hot. Like something out of a trashy romance novel, but s

      SAINTSaint was in my head during the entire drive to Denver. And I was totally conflicted about it. Part of me liked to think about him, about the still-fresh memories of our night together played out over and over, a smile spreading on my face and warmth between my legs as I did.      I’d never been fucked like that before – not even close. Sure, I’d heard again and again that the key to great sex was building a connection over time, having open communication with your partner and getting to know what you both liked.      But with Saint, it hadn’t been anything like that. Yeah, there’d been a connection alright, and we’d both gotten what we’d wanted. Barely a word had to be said, however. What had happened between us had been instantaneous, the kind of connection I’d always fantasized about but worried might never happen for me.      And it went beyond sex. We’d conne

JESSIE.     Saint set down his glass of wine, took mine and set it down as well. Then, he put his hands on my curvy hips, squeezing them in just the right way as he kissed me slowly and deeply. The music, the snow, the fire, they were all perfect for the moment. I’d gone from single, broken-hearted woman, to being swept away by a man so amazing I couldn’t even believe he was real. There had to be some catch, right? A tall, handsome doctor who seemed to be totally smitten with me? It had to be too good to be true.      Or maybe I’d actually found a really, really good thing.      “You alright?”      I hadn’t noticed that Saint had ended our kiss and was gazing down at me, an expression of mild concern on his face. “Um, yeah. Totally fine. Better than fine, really. Why do you ask?”      He smiled slightly. “You look bemused.”      “No, not