by CELENE CAREY
“I must have fainted, I’m not sure. I feel fine though, just a bit of a headache. I think I hit my head on the ground.” Miranda accepted the water that Katie dropped off to her and had a big gulp.
“I think you should take the afternoon off and go in to see your doctor.” Jane was assessing the lump that was forming on the back of Miranda’s head.
“No, I have a lot of work to do. I’ll be fine.” Miranda would most likely lose her job if she left work before dealing with the returned evidence document.
“I’m sorry Miranda, but I have to insist. You hit your head really hard and you may have a concussion. I will talk to Mr. Roth and inform him on your situation.” Jane’s lips formed into a hard line and Miranda could tell that she wasn’t going to let up on her decision to send her home.
“OK, fine.” Thinking quickly, Miranda grabbed the envelope off the ground and looked to Katie, “Katie? I need you call InterCity Courier and have someone from their office come and pick this up today and have to delivered by noon tomorrow. Can you do that for me? It’s urgent.”
“Of course!” Katie took the envelope, happy to help. “I hope you feel better, get some rest!” Katie turned and walked back to the front reception area.
“Alright, can you stand up?” Jane stood and offered her hand down to Miranda.
Miranda took Jane’s hand and allowed herself to be hoisted up to a standing position. She felt a bit woozy, but steady enough. “I’m OK. Thank you Jane.”
“You’re welcome. Now go straight to your doctor’s office. Seriously.” Jane’s lips were set in a thin hard line again.
“Yes ma’am.” Miranda said in what she hoped was a joking manner and then took a cautious step forwards. Feeling steady enough, she continued on, heading towards the front reception area and out of the law firm.
CHAPTER 7
Miranda didn’t actually have a family doctor or anything like that, so she wasn’t exactly sure where she was headed, but, Jane had been insistent that she see a doctor, and her head was throbbing pretty painfully. Pulling out her cell phone, Miranda searched for doctor’s offices nearby. There were three that came up within walking distance to her location. The first one seemed like it was the easiest to get to, only a five minute walk as opposed to twenty minutes, so she called them up.
“Dr Whitey’s Office, how may I help you?” A cheery receptionist answered the phone on the first ring.
“Hi, I’ve had an accident and I may have a concussion, would I be able to come in to see a doctor?” Miranda wasn’t sure if this was a walk in clinic, it sounded more like a private practice.
“I’m sorry, Dr Whitey isn’t accepting new patients at this time.” The receptionist sounded a little offended that Miranda would even think she could just call up and come in of her own volition.
“Oh, I was looking up doctors nearby where I am, and this was the first one that came up. It’s the closest to where I am right now, are you sure there’s no way I could just come in for a one time check up?” Miranda didn’t feel like walking around for twenty minutes trying to find the other doctor’s office, and who knows if they were even taking new patients either.
“Well…” The receptionist hesitated and Miranda heard some typing in the background, “you are actually in luck, because Dr Whitey had a cancellation this afternoon and I wasn’t able to fill it.”
“Really? Wow, that is lucky. What time?” Miranda felt a wave of relief, hoping now that the appointment wasn’t a few hours away or something.
“It’s in ten minutes. That’s why I wasn’t able to fill it. The girl just called at the last minute, it’s against our policy to cancel last minute like that. I don’t normally make exceptions like this, but since you’ve been injured and need to see someone right away, it’s your lucky day.” The receptionist said this in a crisp, cool tone.
“Oh, well, I can be there in five minutes.”
“Perfect. See you then.” The receptionist clicked the phone and the line went dead.
Miranda looked again at the search engine and found the address of Dr Whitey’s office. She was there within five minutes and saw that it was indeed a private practice. The reception area was all white and very modern, with sleek metallic furnishings complimenting the white floors and walls. There was only a single white leather couch in the lobby for people to wait on, just further showing how small of a practice it was. Miranda walked up to the pretty, blonde receptionist.
“Good afternoon, do you have an appointment?” The receptionist smiled politely at Miranda.
“Yes, ummm, I think we just spoke on the phone?” Miranda felt her head throbbing as she spoke.
“Yes, will you please have a seat and fill out this form?” The receptionist handed Miranda a clipboard with a form on it and a pen, gesturing to the solitary white couch.
“Sure.” Miranda accepted the clipboard and sat down on the couch. She filled out the questionnaire, just basic things about her past medical history, address, phone number, emergency contact and things of that nature.
After she had completed the form, Miranda walked back over to the reception desk and handed it back to the receptionist. “Thanks for letting me come in at the last minute, the first aid lady at my office insisted that I see a doctor and I don’t have a family doctor here in Boston.”
“Well, we don’t normally allow it, but Dr Whitey would prefer to have a full day instead of gaps in his schedule.” The receptionist began typing Miranda’s information into the computer and then motioned for Miranda to sit back down, “Have a seat and a nurse will come and bring you in shortly.”
Miranda sat back down and took a few deep breaths trying to ease the throbbing pain in her head. Within moments, a white door opened up to the left of the reception desk and a nurse wearing dark purple scrubs came out. “Miranda, please follow me.”
CHAPTER 8
Miranda got up and walked over to where the nurse was standing. The nurse turned back towards the door and opened it, leading Miranda down a hallway that had only a few other doors behind it, but at the far end, the hallway opened up to a circular room with wide glass windows that held a beautiful, metal staircase that spun upwards. Miranda was in awe of how beautiful this doctor’s office was. No wonder he wasn’t able to take on new patients, anyone that was a patient of his already probably never wanted to leave. It was gorgeous in here, all white granite floors and white walls with the beautiful metal details and pieces of expensive looking artwork that offset all the white, making it look very modern and chic.
The nurse led her into a room that looked nothing like any doctor’s examination room that she had ever seen. It had another soft, white leather couch in it, a white leather matching armchair to the right of the couch, a metallic stool that had wheels on it, an examination table against one wall, a coffee table with beautiful blooming white orchids on it, exquisite paintings on the walls and a free standing white cabinet with a sink on the side with the examination table.
“Have a seat and Dr Whitey will be right in.” The nurse motioned to the couch and quietly left the room, shutting the door gently behind her.
Miranda looked around, in complete awe that she had even managed to get an appointment with this doctor. He must be really good, very high end, to have such an expensive office; not to mention that he was the only doctor that worked here. Miranda’s mind started to wander back to the incident with the couriered legal documents, starting to feel panic rising in her chest again, Miranda decided to reassure herself that all would be forgiven upon her return to work tomorrow, and that the other party would receive the evidence submission and that somehow it would all workout and the time limitation on them receiving the documents would be forgotten.
Although, Miranda was certain that she was going to get thoroughly chewed out by Mr. Roth tomorrow morning. He hated when people made mistakes, even if they were completely honest mistakes. Even if the person making the mistake never, ever made mistakes. It only took one time for Mr. Roth to lose i
t on someone, and this was a big case and he had stressed continually the importance of the deadline. But, Miranda still had hope that he wouldn’t fire her over it. I mean, people are only human, right? Mistakes happen. Miranda was so busy praying that Mr. Roth would understand and forgive her that she didn’t even notice the door open again. She snapped back to reality when she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway.
“Miranda is it?”
Miranda looked up and saw and incredibly handsome man standing in front of her. He had dark hair that was speckled with gray, swept back in a very George Clooney-esque manner. He had stunning blue eyes, filled with knowledge and a sparkle that showed his age and also a very sexy kind of squint when he smiled. His skin was tanned, a soft olive complexion that made it seem like he was from some kind of sunny, Mediterranean country.
He was tall, probably around 6’2” or 6’3”, and his body looked fit and lean in all the right places, he was wearing a ripped and faded pair of the jeans with a light, baby blue t-shirt half tucked into them, and his arms looked like they filled out the white doctor’s coat he had on over top of his super casual outfit very nicely. Feeling a bit dumbstruck, Miranda opened her mouth stupidly and then shut it again before actually managing to form words.
“Yes that would be me…” Miranda made a move to stand up and step towards him to shake his hand, but the second she put her hand out, she felt like a complete idiot. “Umm… nice to meet you?” She said it like it was almost a question. She could actually feel the heat rising to her cheeks as her total and utter embarrassment started to sink in.
“The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure. I’m Dr Whitey. Have seat my dear.” Dr Whitey flashed a sexy smile at Miranda and she started to turn red even more as she sat back down on the soft, comfortable couch.
CHAPTER 9
“So, I hear that you had an accident and that you are worried that you may have a concussion? What happened?”
Miranda suddenly felt ridiculous to tell him what had happened at work this afternoon. This man was ridiculously attractive and she wanted to make a good impression. “Yes, I umm, fell and hit my head on the hard ground.”
“Did you trip on something?” Dr Whitey was sitting in the arm chair with his legs spread and his elbows resting on his knees, he had abandoned the clip board on the counter over by the examination table. He was looking at her rather seductively she thought.
Taking a gulp of air, Miranda decided to just tell him the truth. “Well, actually, I had a lot of stressors today at work and I got some bad news about something that was supposed to be taken care of and I guess I panicked because the next thing I knew, I felt really faint and the room kind of started going black. I must have fainted, because the next thing that I remember, I was on the ground and there were a few people gathered trying to make sure I was ok. My head is throbbing something fierce still, the first aid lady, Jane, she wanted me to head to the hospital, but I didn’t think that was really necessary, so here I am instead. She kind of insisted that I seek some medical attention.” Miranda felt very red and flustered and wasn’t able to meet the sexy doctor’s eyes after rambling out her story of the events that had brought her into his office.
“Well, maybe it had something to do with the heat wave that we’ve been having. You aren’t the first person that I’ve had in here this week who’s fainted. So don’t worry, I’m sure you will be fine.” Dr Whitey gave her another one of his seductive smiles and stood up. “Now, let’s have a look at that pretty little head of yours.”
“Oh, yes, sure.” Miranda flushed even more scarlet red and completely forgot that her head was even hurt. Is he flirting with me? Miranda’s thoughts started racing as she looked at the sexy doctor who was now striding across the room to where she was seated on the couch. She examined the features on his face, his slim nose and those beautiful blue eyes. There were wrinkles that crinkled up in the corners of his eyes in a sexy, older man kind of way that she loved.
“Can you come and sit on the examination table for me Miranda?” The doctor held his hand out to her to help her stand, his teeth were so white and straight, and his tanned skin made them look like little pearls shining against his olive complexion.
“Yes, of course, Doctor.” Miranda flushed scarlet once more as she touched his hand for the second time and felt a surge of electricity from his skin on hers. She looked up at him to see if he felt it too and she had no doubt in her mind that he did. He wasn’t smiling anymore, but holding her hand and looking down into her eyes with a certain hungry expression on his face that she knew too well. She had that hunger inside her as well, a restless need for a man’s touch and although it was just his hand she was touching, she could feel the heat down in between her thighs. It was pure agony.
Letting go of Miranda’s hand, Dr Whitey stepped aside so that there was room enough for her to get up onto the examination table. Miranda climbed on and sat down, feeling like a little girl, suddenly shy and nervous.
“So let’s see here.” Dr Whitey reached towards the wall and grabbed a small flashlight from a fixture that was holding various medical tools on it. He came over to the edge of the table where Miranda was sitting and he stood very close to her knees. Miranda was wearing her business attire from work and her skirt had shifted up her legs when she climbed onto the examination table, exposing more of her voluptuous thighs than she ever would show at work. Dr Whitey’s leg brushed against her thigh as he moved in closer, turning on the flashlight to examine her eyes. Dr Whitey leaned in closely and directed her to look straight ahead and follow the light, explaining that he wanted to check her vision and reaction to the light. “Oh, sorry my dear.” He said as his legs bumped hers once more.
CHAPTER 10
“Don’t be, Doctor.” Miranda whispered in a hushed voice that was full of sexual energy.
“Please, call me Joshua.” He said in a husky voice, his face was so close to hers that she could smell the minty taste of his breath and the aftershave that he had used this morning was still there, faint but musky with enough sex appeal to melt her right there and then. “Well, your eyes seem fine, no indication of a concussion. You probably just have a nasty lump on your head from the fall.”
Joshua lowered the flashlight and asked Miranda to touch herself where it hurt the most, trying to determine the point of collision with the floor. Miranda lifted her hand and placed it gently on her right temple. “It really hurts here, Joshua.” Miranda said in a pouty voice, pushing out her lower lip she had an overwhelming desire to ask him to kiss it better for her.
Joshua laughed a low, sexy laugh and smiled at her, putting his hand under her chin, he lifted her face up towards his. “Don’t pout like that, or I might have to do something about it.” He said in a jokingly stern way.
“What are you going to do about it?” Miranda felt a rush of pleasure at his touch and knew that something was about to happen. The sexual tension was palpable in the room; a static energy was pulsating through the air and through her entire body, just waiting to be unleashed. She wanted him, she wanted sex, badly, right here, right now.
Not letting go of her chin, Joshua dipped his head down and kissed her. A passionate, full kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth, spreading her lips apart with an angst to taste her more. Miranda tilted her head up to his, opening her mouth to give herself to him more and more. He tasted like mint and his cologne was intoxicating, it was like something out of a movie, kissing this doctor she just met in his examination room, and it was making her hot and wet.
Joshua ran his hand up her left thigh, slowly pushing her skirt further up, and as he did so, he gently stepped in between her thick, juicy thighs, spreading her legs farther and farther apart until her skirt was almost up around her waist. He didn’t break the kiss, yet he continued to kiss her deeper and deeper still. His tongue moving with expert precision, she felt herself letting go, giving into her desires, wanting him to take her, to have her, however he wanted her.
Reaching out to feel his body, Miranda put her hands onto his stomach, his abs were tight and she thought he must be in incredible shape for his age. Running her hands down his abs, she was reaching for the end of his shirt, wanting to explore further, and feel his skin on hers. Suddenly, the kissing stopped and Joshua placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Do you want this?” Joshua said in a rugged voice, looking at her with his blue eyes full of passion and lust, breathing heavily as he waited, seemingly desperate for her answer.
“Yes Joshua. More than you know, yes.” Miranda answered him, not scared or shy any longer, but with a voice that was equally full of lust and passion. She needed this, and she needed him to give it to her.
“Good. Lay down.” Joshua let go of her shoulders and took off his white doctor’s jacket, throwing it to the floor as Miranda lay down flat on the examination table. She watched as Joshua walked swiftly over to the examination room door and clicked the lock shut, effectively stopping them from having any unwanted intruders. Striding back across the room, Joshua lifted his shirt up over his head and Miranda marvelled at the shape of his body. His chest was broad and stiff; you could tell that he had spent the better half of his life at the gym working on that incredible body. He had a mix of gray and brown hair that covered his chest in a very sexy, rugged man kind of way. There was even a treasure trail that led down his stomach and followed just underneath his belly button, disappearing beneath the hem of his jeans.