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him sitting on the edge of his seat.
 I m sure you know who my parents are. She chuckled.  Right now, I wish they weren t
my parents. Stopping behind the chair she d sat in, she
picked at an invisible piece of something on the blanket draped there.  William and
Maria Gibson?
If their names were supposed to mean something to him, they didn t.  And so?
She looked surprised.  You don t know who they are?
 Am I supposed to?
 Let me clarify, then. Gibson Industries out of Houston. Gibson Oil?
 I ve heard of Gibson Industries and I m assuming the way you talk, Gibson Oil is a big
producer.
Savannah sat back down in the chair.  My parents bought some land outside of
Houston. Several years ago they added an oil well, hoping for a
little to supplement their cattle business. They hit a gusher back in the late seventies.
He shrugged. Why do I care?  Okay. So you re from money.
 It makes it very hard to find a man not interested in the funds that were set aside for us.
Now, with me almost finished with medical school, you
can see the problem I have.
 Men are after your money and not to be with you.
 Yes. My parents want a grandchild desperately. I obviously don t have any prospects of
a husband currently and neither do any of my sisters.
They told us this weekend they had cut off our trust funds until we produce a child. I
don t use the money for my school and living expenses now, thus
still driving my Bug, but it s important to me to have that for my future.
 So let me get this straight. You want me to father a child for you? He laced his fingers
together and met her gaze.
Savannah drew her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.
I can t believe we re having this conversation.
He shook his head and stared at the carpet beneath their feet.
She stood quickly and said,  You know what? Forget I asked. It s a stupid idea anyway.
She tugged at the hem of her skirt.  If you ll get my keys,
I ll be on my way.
 Savannah, wait.
 No, really. It s fine.
He sighed and walked to the table where he d left her car keys before he handed them
to her.
 Thanks for taking care of my car. I guess I ll see you at work.
 Yeah, I guess so.
She gave him a peculiar look before she pulled open the front door and shut it softly
behind her. Several minutes later, he heard her car start
and then fade away as she drove down the driveway.
He tried to call her over the next two days, but she refused to answer. After leaving
several messages on her voicemail, he gave up. He knew he
would see her today at work.  Doctor Cooper, she said politely when they passed in the
hall and he gritted his teeth.
She punched the code of the supply room and disappeared inside. Before he had a
chance to change his mind, he followed. Her eyes widened
and then narrowed when he stepped inside. Grabbing something off the shelf, she tried
to brush past him, but he wasn t going to let her walk away.
He wrapped his hand around her arm and stopped her.  Savannah? Can I talk to you?
 Is there a problem with a patient?
 No. I want to talk to you about what you said the other night.
She pulled her arm out of his grasp while her eyes spit fire.
She s pissed off at me.
 There s nothing to talk about, Doctor Cooper.
 What are you mad at me for?
 I m not mad at you. I m embarrassed for even suggesting something like that to you.
Savannah turned her back to him and straightened some
boxes of gloves on the rack.  I don t know what I was thinking.
He let his hands rest on her shoulders.  You want to please your parents. I can
understand that feeling.
 I guess they ll get their wish, then. I ve made an appointment with a sperm bank
downtown. I guess it won t be so bad raising a child by myself.
 A sperm bank? Are you crazy?
She spun back around.  At least I can chose who ll be the father of my child by race,
intelligence, and whatever else they make men put on their
questionnaire.
 What are you going to do? Intrauterine insemination?
 Sure. Why not? My parents will have their grandchild.
 And you ll have what? A child by a man you don t know?
The shrug of her shoulders irritated him to the point of anger.
 What difference does it make to you? she snapped.  I gave you the option and you
laughed.
 It makes a lot of difference, Savannah.
Her eyes narrowed again.  Maybe Tony will take me up on my offer.
 You asked him? You aren t serious.
 Why not? He s got some money now and a cute little girl. His wife is dead. I m sure we
could still be good together it bed. It wasn t bad before.
 You d sleep with him? Her shoulder lifted in a shrug again and anger zipped down his
back.  You ll have sex with anyone to get a child? Is that
what you re saying?
 Not anyone, Brandon. I wouldn t sleep with you.
A growl left his mouth and he stepped close enough that her breasts brushed his chest.
 No? I think you re lying.
 I m not. I don t want you. The words left her mouth, but he could see the truth in how
her pupils dilated when he moved closer and the way her
lips parted.
He bent his head close enough their lips were only scant centimeters apart and he
could feel her warm breath flitter across his mouth.  I think
you do, Savannah. You want my cock buried in that tight pussy of yours so bad; your
panties are wet right now, aren t they?
 No, she whispered in a ragged exhale.
His hand moved to palm her breast.  Your nipple begs for my touch. He slid his palm
against the nipple and felt her arch toward him.  I can feel
your heart pounding. He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the spot over his heart.
 Just like mine.
She whimpered and bit her lip.
He slipped his hand from her breast down her belly and flicked open the button at her
waist.  Do you want me to touch you, Savannah?
 No.
 Liar.
Her head fell back against the rack behind her, barring her neck, and his lips found the
hollow of her throat. He bit the soft skin and she moaned
when his fingers slid under the elastic of her underwear, through the curls, and dipped
inside. She widened her stance and he went deeper. His
cock strained against the front of his scrubs, screaming for release as her sweet pussy
gripped his fingers. His thumb found her clit, rolling it quickly
while he finger fucked her hard.
 God, Brandon.
 Come for me, Savannah. I want to feel you cream for me.
He fixed his mouth over hers when he felt her pussy ripple and squeeze, knowing she
had to be close. He swallowed her scream of completion
while he stroked her until she relaxed against him.
When she opened her eyes, he knew he shouldn t have done what he just had. Tears
sparkled at the corners of her eyes and she whispered,
 Get your hands off me.
He stepped back and she fixed her clothes, trying for some semblance of order before
they faced patients and staff again.
 Savannah...
Her gaze met his.  Don t. I don t want anything from you.
 But...
 Stay away from me. She headed for the door, but before she pulled it open, she said,
 All I need is sperm nothing more. Her gaze raked him
from head to toe and he wasn t sure he wanted to know the meaning of the look in her
eyes at that point.
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