Martin chuckled at her mental image. “Ah the luxury of when I used to wear scrubs all day.” He said in a dreamy way. Then paused to clarify. “As a surgeon. Not when at Claremont. Completely different scrubs.”

He took another bite of steak before looking to her, “Maybe we invest in one of those remote toys that go in your panties. I mean, I wouldn’t want to disturb your work...but it’d be fun to play with if say you couldn’t come by in the evening.” He was realistic about their meeting up. She had to go back to her place enough for appearances and he didn’t ask more from her than she could offer. They still had to be careful nearly every day.