“Yeah, okay.” She sounded and looked a bit crestfallen, and that made me uneasy, and a bit of a bitch. There wasn’t a malicious bone in her body, and I guess if someone you thought was sex on legs appeared in front of you without warning, you might be justified in thinking carnal thoughts. Especially with a ratfink cheating other half, who I’d just hit with the fear of God regarding to STDs. It would do the bugger good to sweat.
That however wasn’t Sandie’s fault, only her bad judgment in blokes was.
“Sorry.” I meant the apology. “Just show him in.”
She nodded and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and boy, was she right. He was drool-worthy. Very dissolve in a puddle drool-worthy.
And I’d seen him before.
With his water bottle wedged up my ass.
Give him his due, he looked as surprised as I was. Or did he? After all, hadn’t Sandie said he was an actor?
“You’re the doctor?”
I saw what my practice manager meant.
I nodded. How the hell could I treat him? Keep it professional. “Doctor Ebel. Pleased to meet you.”
He laughed. “I thought your receptionist said Doctor Able, and I was, ah how apt. But now? Look, no offence, but are you the only GP here?”
I nodded and, sod it, tensed up, pussy muscles and all. Was he another male chauvinist pig who didn’t want a woman checking out his bits except in a sexual capacity? It would be a pity, because somehow after his actions on the tram, he was the last person I would have said to be like that.
“Sure am, why?” Like I mentioned, the other doctor who manned—or wo-manned—the practice was on holiday, but that was nothing to do with what’s-his-face. “Don’t you think a woman can be a doctor?”
“What?” He appeared aghast. “Shit, I didn’t mean that. No, it’s just that I thought doctors can’t be over friendly with their patients.”
“That’s true.” I was somewhat puzzled over where this conversation might be going. And aware of the fact I needed to be going. Out on my home visits. “But we hardly know each other.”
“Apart from my water bottle getting all up close and whatever with you, I guess at the moment you’re right.”
“At the moment?” God, he wasn’t going to whip his water bottle out again and wave it at me, was he?
“Yeah, because now I’ve met you, I’d sure like to get to know you better.” He grinned, and I saw once more why allegedly so many women swooned, drooled, and, according to Sandie, sent him their knickers. “So would my…” He winked. “Water bottle.”
Damn the man, now I’d never be able to go into the local shop for a bottle of spring water without thinking of cocks. And God help me if it was a sports bottle with a squirty top.
Shit, now I was getting all hot and bothered, because next to those bottles were what we around here called the “squirty cream ones”.
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