Free Teasing My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Medical Romance) by Ava May Page B

name. Room,” he said.
    Emma had no idea why he wanted the name of the hotel or her room number, but she was not going to argue with him. She wanted to get back to her hotel take her medicine and relax. She wrote down the information that he requested along with her name.
    “Rest,” he said as he took the paper from her. He walked out of the room and Emma began to get dressed. It took everything she had not to break down crying right there. She knew that it was a mistake to leave home. She decided that she should just wait until she was feeling better and go back to her parents where she knew she would be protected. A tear streamed down her cheek as she thought about what a complete failure she was.
    Once she was dressed, she wiped her face with her hand and headed out the door. The doctor was waiting for her along with a cab driver. The driver explained that the doctor had called for him to drive her back to her hotel. Emma assumed that was why he wanted her hotel name. She smiled at the doctor as he walked her to her cab and made sure she was comfortable.
    “Rest,” he repeated before shutting the door.
    Emma leaned back against the seat and watched the people walking along, enjoying their life as hers was falling apart. It only took a few minutes before the cab arrived back at the hotel, Emma paid and made her way back to her room.
    She thought about the doctor telling her that she had eaten snails and was not surprised that her body had reacted the way that it did. She probably would have thrown up in the restaurant if she had known what she was eating.
    Emma laughed at herself as she made a mental note to always ask what was in the food that she was eating. Once she walked into her hotel room, she quickly grabbed a cup of water and took the medicine he had given her. She climbed into bed and watched television as she thought about the gorgeous man.
    She fell asleep thinking about him and wondering what type of man he was. Little did she know he was thinking about her as well.
    When Emma awoke it was already dark outside. She was feeling much better and decided it was time for her to get cleaned up. She called the front desk asking for clean sheets and picked out a comfortable pair of pajamas to wear. She knew that she should get some food but did not feel like leaving her room. Delivery pizza would have to do for the night.
    Emma took her time in the shower as she could hear the maids cleaning her room. She wanted to make sure they were gone before she made her way back out and ordered food. She was glad that she was feeling hungry and prayed that she would be able to hold the food down.
    Once she finished her shower, she took her time getting dressed, brushing her hair and teeth then ordered her dinner. Within a few minutes there was a knock at her door and Emma was amazed that her food had been delivered so quickly.
    She jumped out of her bed and opened the door. Emma gasped in surprise because standing right in front of her was Mr. Sexy himself, Dr. Silvio.
    “Ciao,” he said gently.
    “Hello, Dr. Silvio,” Emma said obviously surprised. She stepped away from the door and let him into the room. Once Emma had shut the door behind him, he turned to look at her.
    “Feeling better,” he asked with a big smile.
    “Molto,” Emma replied. She was feeling much better and it was because the doctor had known exactly what was wrong with her.
    He looked around her room, “American,” he asked her. Emma blushed as she looked around her room. It was the cheapest hotel she could find and imagined that the doctor was not used to being in a place like it. The walls were bare, one bed sat in the center of the room, one chair sat in the corner and a television sat on the dresser at the end of the bed.
    The sink was not in the bathroom, but outside of it and it was about the same size as her bedroom at home. “Yes,” Emma replied . “Parla Ingles.”
    “Piccolo,” the doctor replied.
    Emma did not know enough Italian