Page 106 of On A Manhunt: Complete Series

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I watched her squirm, then that pert little chin tipped up.

“It’s fine.”

“Good. This will be just like your last exam, so no surprises. Except me, I guess.”

She bit her lip and glanced at the tray with the supplies. “I, um… I’ve never had one of these exams before.”

I grabbed the laptop again, tucked it into my left forearm and scrolled through her records. “You’re twenty—”

“Four.”

I glanced at her date of birth–not that I doubted she knew her age–did some speed math. Her birthday was last month.

“You’ve been a patient of Dr. Robinson since…”

“All my life,” she finished for me again.

I looked up from the screen. It seemed odd that Dr. Robinson never performed a pelvic exam on her before.

Twenty-four was pretty old for not having one.

I wasn’t going to share that with Mallory though.

I’d only talked to the doctor once on the phone and she seemed competent, which meant there was a reason.

“Okay.” I nodded and scanned the report again, but it was impossible to go through a lifetime of records right now. “Your vitals are good. Last menstrual period was ten days ago.”

I set the laptop back on the counter, dropped into the wheeled stool and leaned against the counter so there was as much space between us as possible.

She had her ankles crossed and the paper gown tucked around her and below her knees.

I’d seen her less covered over the summer.

Then, I didn’t remember her wearing ridiculous socks with ducks on them.

“Are you having any problems you’d like to talk about? ”

She recrossed her ankles.

“I want to go on birth control. Dr. Robinson said when I was ready, she’d put me on it.”

My back went straight, and I narrowed my eyes. “Condoms are the safest option for contraception because it protects from sexually transmitted diseases that other methods don’t. However, being on another form, a backup method, is very important for women in case of user error or breakage.”

I couldn’t believe Dr. Robinson didn’t protect her female patients, or at least empower them, in their sexual health. And Mallory was smart.

“Is there a reason I didn’t see in your records” –I thumbed toward the laptop– “that prohibits you from being on it before now? Family history? Blood clots or cancer?”

She shook her head.

“You’ve been using condoms exclusively and consistently?”

She shook her head again.

I stood, set my hands on my hips. What the fuck? I knew she was a little wild. Fun, definitely. But reckless? “Mallory, you’re risking–”

“I don’t have sex.”

I blinked.

She didn’t have sex. She hadn’t had a pelvic exam and wasn’t on birth control, which meant–

“You’re a virgin?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. Professional.

And my dick down. Mallory Mornay wasn’t just the leading star of my every fantasy, but also hadn’t been touched.

God, the thought of her on her knees, looking up at me seeing a dick for the first time–mine–and asking me what she needed to do to satisfy me had me instantly hard.

I grabbed the laptop, slammed the lid down and held the thing in front of my crotch.

If Mallory saw how hard I was, she’d lose her shit, and rightfully so. I could lose my job or my license or–

“I’m not a virgin. I had sex once. I was sixteen.

It’s not in there.” She looked pointedly at the laptop.

No way in hell was I lifting it to read back through her history to see if she was telling the truth.

She was. Why would she lie? And she was doing a shit job if she was.

“I didn’t tell Dr. Robinson because it didn’t go real well. ”

She looked at her hands in her lap.

I dropped back in the chair… carefully and kept the laptop in front of me. “Did he hurt you?” My voice was low and deep usually, but now? It came out almost a growl.

I’d find him and kill him.

Her head whipped up, pale eyes wide.

She tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear, clearly flustered. “No, I mean, it hurt because first time and all, but he just… God, he stuck it in twice and then popped out and came in the condom. He wasn’t even inside me for more than three seconds.”

If the guy had also been sixteen, it was a realistic scenario for a first time. Zero control and Mallory’s untried pussy? I was impressed he was a two-pump chump instead of only one. The fact that he came just kneeling between her thighs was something I was starting to understand.

And I wasn’t a horny teenager either. Hell, I was a horny thirty-something, which made me… what? Desperate? Weak?

Doing some more math, that fateful event was eight years ago and all she got was in and out, in and out? It didn’t sound like he got her off or any kind of pleasure.

That was worse than her being a virgin. A gorgeous woman like Mallory not having sex? It was a travesty. I had so many questions, but they weren’t professional. Or medical.

“Then you wish to have birth control now because you are going to have sex.” It was a deduction, but I knew I was accurate. She said she’d come in and see Dr. Robinson when she was ready. Which was now.

She nodded. “Yes. Like you said, I want to protect myself. I do not want kids. There’s a guy, a teacher at the high school with Bridget, and I’m going to have sex with him.”

Like hell she was.