Page 9 of Yes, Doctor

She sat down at her laptop with the phone still pressed to her ear and opened up her email.“Ooh, I got a few messages.Let’s see if any are date-worthy.”She clicked through to check out the profile of the first one and made a buzzer noise.“Cheesehead is way too old for me.Ugh.”

“Well how old is Dr.Dreamy?”

“Not sure—youngish.Definitely under forty.”

“Okay, who else?”

“Let’s see...this guy looks about twelve.”She made another buzzer sound.

Leigh Ann laughed.

“They’re all horrible.I totally give up!”

“Don’t throw in the towel,” Leigh Ann counseled.“Mr.Right is out there.”

Guilt wracked Darren all weekend.Taking advantage of his employee like that had been dastardly.If any of the other doctors in the practice found out, he’d be out on his ear.Not to mention possible repercussions from the ethics board.

He imagined the headline:Local Gynecologist Sexually Harasses CNA, Performs Unnecessary Pelvic Exam

Granted it had been consensual, but he had zero proof of that.If she decided to tell someone—anyone—his goose would be cooked.

At least he had held back from getting his own pleasure.It had been his rationale for going through with the illicit adventure.He told himself he was just helping her realize her fantasies.Yeah, right.Totally altruistic.

And he felt a bit trapped about what to do next.Continuing their reindeer games greatly increased his chances of getting caught or found out.But not pursuing the most interesting relationship he’d had in ages would also be a serious mistake.

As it turned out, he didn’t have to figure anything out because he ended up with three women in labor Sunday night and was at the hospital until noon the following day.By the time all the babies had been safely delivered, he had worked seventeen hours straight and went home to sleep.

Tuesday morning he had a scheduled surgery and then two more of their practice’s patients went into labor, so he ended up at the hospital all day once more.

By Wednesday his tryst with Chloe seemed ages ago, and yet he couldn’t wait to see her.He went in early to catch up before he had to start seeing patients and found her lab results on his desk.He picked up the report and looked at it, smiling as he remembered how horrified she’d been at him actually taking a real sample.

He carried the report to the reception desk, asking Sandra, the main receptionist to start a file on Chloe.

“Okay.Are we billing on this?”

“No charge,” he said firmly.“Thank you, Sandra.”

As he walked back in the hall, Chloe stepped in through the back door, her head jerking higher when she saw him.He stopped and waited, not knowing exactly what to say or how to act, considering his colleagues were everywhere.

“Dr.Drake, your eight-thirty is ready in Room 4,” said Jenny, the clinic nurse, handing him a file folder.

“Thank you,” he said absently, still waiting for Chloe.

“Good morning, Doctor Drake,” she said in what sounded like the sexiest voice he’d ever heard.His cock twitched.But no, surely it was his imagination.She’d only said good morning.

He found himself incapable of answering, as all the responses that came to mind included completely inappropriate words or behavior.Jenny would probably notice if he shoved Chloe against the wall with his knee between her legs.He settled for touching her back as she passed him—just a light brush, innocent enough—to let her know...well, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted her to tell her.That he was dying to spread her legs again?That he hadn’t forgotten the heady scent of her arousal, or the way her face twisted in ecstasy as she’d climaxed?That he’d already imagined one thousand other things he’d like to do to her?He gave himself a mental shake and stepped into the exam room.

The day flew by and he only saw Chloe in passing until the end of the day when he saw her gathering her things to go.

“Chloe?”he called down the hall.

She looked up expectantly.

“May I see you for a moment?In my office?”

“Oh, um, sure.”

He loved that she still looked flustered by him, not knowing how much she already had him in the palm of her hand.Well, that was the way he liked to keep it.He loved holding the reins of a relationship, which had eventually driven his ex-wife to divorce him.But he liked to think he’d learned a few things about himself since then.