Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(74)

My eyes shifted to another photo taken at the same event. My skin bristled and my toes curled. Standing next to Dickwick was a beautiful young woman. Jennifer McCoy. About the same height as Bradley in her modest heels, she was wearing a simple ivory sheath and a smile. A small smile but nonetheless a smile.

I wanted to rip the photo off the wall with my teeth. Maybe I could dump it in his toxic wastebasket. There was time. He still wasn’t here. Just as I was about to slide off the dental chair, I heard footsteps at the door. In walked 36-24-36 in a mini-skirted white uniform and shiny white platforms. This must be Bradley’s nurse or dental hygienist, I thought as she bounced my way. And I’m not talking about her gait.

“Hi, I’m Candace, Dr. Wick’s hygienist,” she cooed. Her cartoony voice went with her name—saccharine and seductive. She had all the makings of a porn star. Blond, buxom, beautiful. She clipped one of those blue paper bibs onto the neckline of my T-shirt. Her tits were so big they grazed my chest.

“Dr. Wick will be here shortly,” she breathed against my neck. Her overpowering sugary scent was nauseating.

“Well, hello, hello, hello.” A chirpy, nasal voice sounded on cue.

He was in my face before my head could swivel around. Dr. Bradley Wick, DDS . . . a twenty-six-year-old replica of his former Boy Scout self. But instead of a blue shorts uniform with all his do-gooder badges, he was now wearing a white, monogrammed lab coat over a cheap-looking gray suit and tie—the kind they advertise at the Men’s Wearhouse for ninety-nine dollars—and his hairline was receding. I eyed him up and down. He couldn’t be more than five foot nine. For sure, Jen couldn’t wear stilettos with him without towering over him. His small hands and feet told me something else was small too. My poor Jen! My elimination mission had, in an instant, become a rescue mission.

He glanced down at the clipboard anchored in his hands. There was a piece of paper with scribbled notes attached to it. “Hmm . . . so, I understand you have a sudden toothache.”

I did the moaning, hand-to-cheek thing again and nodded. God, I was good. My modeling/acting days had really paid off.

“Call me if you need me, Doctor,” Candace said breathily before sashaying to the door. She sure knew how to move that piece of ass.

Dickwick’s eyes fixed on it. Despite being engaged to Jennifer, he looked like he wanted to take a bite. I suppose most men would. Oddly, even though my type, she rang no bells for me. Not even a tiny testicular tingle.

“Thank you, Candace.” As she exited, that big horsy smile spread across Dickwick’s face. A shudder ran through me. Shit. Did he use those teeth on Jennifer? I had the sudden urge to knock them out.

His grating voice hurled me out of my mental—or should I say dental?—ramblings. “Refresh my memory . . . how did you find me?”


“A referral.” I groaned out the words.

“From whom? I’d like to reward whoever it is with a free oral exam.”

The words “oral exam” made me cringe. Is that what he did with Jennifer’s *?

I breathed out her name. “Jennifer McCoy.”

His eyes widened. “Really? How do you know her?”

I knitted my brows. That was interesting. He had no clue who I was. Jennifer had obviously never mentioned my name to him. Cautiously I said, “We work together.” And soon, Dickwick, we’re going to f*ck together.

“Ah, so you work for Conquest Broadcasting too. In the children’s programming division?”

Hmm. Is this what Jen had told him? Wondering why she would hide working for SIN-TV, I merely nodded.

“Wonderful. Let’s get started.”

Placing the clipboard on the sink counter, Dickwick prepped for my examination. I watched as he donned a paper mask along with a pair of latex gloves and telescopic glasses. He leaned into me.

“Open wide.”

Is that what he said when he wanted Jen to suck his little dick?

Mentally slapping myself, I parted my lips and opened my mouth as wide as it would go.

Holding a mouth mirror, he peered inside it. “Where exactly is the problem? I don’t see any inflammation.”

A pool of saliva gathered in the base of my mouth as he continued to explore. I grabbed that little spittle vacuum and pressed my lips on the tip to suck up the excess spit. For some crazy reason, I imagined Jen wrapping her lips around my cock and making me come in her mouth.

Poking my gums with the fingers of his free hand, he catapulted me out of my fantasy. I relaxed my jaw.

“It hurts like hell in the back by my molars. Can you feel any swelling?” I asked before opening my mouth wide again. My evil plan was now officially in action.

He reached two fingers—his index and middle ones—into my mouth. I let out a loud, faux moan of pain and then I did it. I chomped down on his fingers as hard as I could. So hard that my cuspids tore through his plastic gloves, and I could taste the copper of his blood on my tongue.

“OWWW!” he screamed out at the top of his lungs. Music to my ears.

Well done, Agent Burns, I mused as he yanked his hand out of my mouth and stared down at the blood-filled glove with disbelief. Well, at least I had spared him his two fingers. Well, barely.

“Why the hell did you bite me?” Pain and terror filled his eyes as he struggled to pull off the bloody glove.

“I’m sorry. It was an accident. You hit the sore spot. It was just an involuntary reflex.”