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Chapter Twenty-two

Ella

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“What are you thinkingright now?” I asked August as he stared at the poster on the wall.

“I'm actually thinking that there's no way whoever drew this giant vagina wasn't a virgin.” Crossing his arm over his chest, he rested his chin on his fist. “I mean look at it, someone had to actually stare at a vagina to get all these details perfect. Any man attempting to draw that shit would have tried to fuck it, and the owner of the vagina would have kicked him in the nuts. If it wasn't a virgin, then it had to be Georgia O'Keeffee. She's the one who paints all those vaginas, right?”

Laughing, I kicked my feet back and forth as I sat on the table. “It's a diagram, that's how students learn what's what. I highly doubt either of your thoughts are true.”

“Well, I know what's what, you can attest to that.”

“I know you know how to make me feel amazing, what buttons to push, how to touch me just right, but that doesn't mean you know what the hell you're looking at.”

“That's true, but I don't need to know the names of your lady parts, I just need to know which part makes you wet, and which part makes you scream.”

Crunching the paper gown against my skin, I adjusted the thin sheet hanging over my lap. “I hate these things, you'd think they'd have something better than rough paper.”

August started opening the cupboard doors and fumbling through small bins and glass containers. “Alright,” he said, turning around and holding a wooden tongue compressor stick and a tube of lube. “We're just going to get started, I need you to lay back for me and spread'em.”

Busting out laughing, I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't think so, you ain't coming anywhere near me with that.”

“I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm the doctor and you're the patient. You need to follow orders.” With smooth strides, August walked towards me with a smirk on his face as he bounced his brows high. “If you don't listen, I'll be forced to tie you up and spank you.”

Protecting myself with my hands, I swatted him off, tears filling my eyes from laughter. “You're not coming near me with that, get out of here.”

August hovered over me, his face twisting into something that reminded me of the cabbage patch doll I had as a kid. He looked crazed, his eyes all wild, tongue sticking out of the corner of this mouth as he tried to probe the inside of my mouth with his wooden stick. “You're being difficult, difficult patients get punished—”

“Ahem,” A voice chimed in, causing me to jump in surprise and August to drop the lube on the floor. The doctor smiled, closing the door behind him. “Hello, I'm Dr. Hall, and you're definitely not a doctor.”

Chuckling, August held out his hand. “I'm August Burke,” he said, shaking the doctor's hand.

Turning to me, Dr. Hall smiled. “You must Mrs. Burke.”

“Oh, no, we're not married. I'm Ella Day.”