Series: Lee Savino
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I nod miserably. He’s angry, but not at me.
“Maisy, listen to me.” He takes both my hands now and faces me. He’s so handsome I can barely look at him, but the moment feels more intimate than a doctor and patient. My shoulders relax for the first time in years. “One of the symptoms of PCOS is weight gain. There are ways to manage the symptoms, but our first priority is to address the pain. You don’t need to lose weight. You need a better doctor. And it isn’t your fault she was an idiot. And mean.”
I nod, my eyes smarting with tears. Geez, I can’t cry right now. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough around him.
But it feels so, so good to have someone listen to me. To have someone hear me out and rally to my side.
“You did a brave thing coming in today. Got that?”
I nod.
“I’m going to need to hear a yes, Matthias.”
Oh, damn. He sounds like one of the dommy heroes from my favorite romance novels. His smile softens the command, but the order makes my pussy clench.
Does he have any idea of his effect on women when he uses that dominating tone?
I straighten my shoulders, feeling better. It’s such a relief to have someone I trust listen to me, praise me, then tell me what to do. “Yes, doctor.” I could never call him Matthias. I owe him too much respect.
He nods, and I hear the echo of good girl spoken in his deep voice, even though he doesn’t say it.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he starts, but a creaking floorboard interrupts him.
“Doctor?” the front desk manager calls from the hall. “Jasmine Wilkins is on the phone. She’s freaking out. Oliver stuck a Lego up his nose.”
Dr. Hunk clenches his jaw. He half turns to go but pauses like he doesn’t want to leave.
“That sounds serious. You better go,” I whisper. It’ll give me a chance to run away and fake my death. I can’t believe I ended up getting Dr. Hunk as my doctor when I came to talk about female trouble.
Ugh.
“Dr. Matthias?”
“I’m coming.” His deep voice is so comforting. “Don’t move,” he orders me.
My pussy clenches again at his authoritative tone.
“I’ll be right back.”
I wait until the door closes behind him and slip off the bed. Time to make my escape. The clinic is in an old house. It’s been renovated, but an old bathroom is attached to this patient room.
I waste no time ducking in there, unlatching the window, and shoving it up. After popping out the screen with two quick bangs of my fist, I stand on the toilet and hoist one leg over the windowsill.
I hear the deep rumble of Dr. Hunk’s voice down the hall, and my nipples tighten.
Dear God, why does he have this effect on me? It’s like I turn into a puddle of goo around him. It’s so much better to avoid him than embarrass myself the way I do.
Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I sit on the window casing to swing my other leg through, then peer at the sloping ground beneath. It’s a bit further down than it was on the inside, but I can jump.
The delicious notes of Dr. Hunk’s voice cease. Oh God, he’s coming back! It’s now or never.
Thank you, Dr. Hunk, but I just can’t discuss my female problems with you when being close to you makes me quiver like a Jello shot.
Please, forget you ever saw me here. And forget that my best friend and I call you Dr. Hunk behind your back.
I suck in a breath, hold it, and push off.
Matthias
It takes me two minutes to talk Jasmine through a Lego extraction on her five-year old, Oliver, and ten more minutes to calm her down.
My bear tugs on me the whole time, wanting me to get back to Maisy.
The caramel apple scent has faded by the time I walk down the hall, and I know before I open the door what happened.
Sure enough, there’s a pink backpack decorated with a beaded daisy–Maisy’s bag. But no sign of her.
My patient escaped.
This is exactly what I was afraid would happen. I’ve tried to be calm and rein in my bear around her. She’s already nervous around me. Whenever I get close, her cheeks flare with color, and she starts dropping things.
It’s adorable.
Something in her bag buzzes. Her phone. I pull it out and see it’s an unknown number with a Nevada area code. Looks like the same Nevada number has called her a bunch, too, but never left a message.
My bear growls. I don’t like that someone’s pestering her. Who would be calling her like this?
Now I’m snooping shamelessly. Her journal is here too, under her bag. It’s open to a page where she’s tracked her symptoms in neat script. The scientist in me admires her methodical tracking of her cycle and pain. There’s enough data here for me to prescribe her pain meds immediately although I will schedule her for a nurse’s appointment tomorrow for an examination. I’ll make a note on Maisy’s chart that I strongly recommend Nancy talk to her about getting on birth control to help manage her hormones.