CHAPTER ONE - GAVIN

Mrs. Tracy McAdams stood before me wearing nothing but a G-string. Ah yes, among the many perks of the job, one of my favorites had to be the clientele-- or rather, the clientele's ex-wives and ex-girlfriends. In some cases, like Mrs. McAdams, I got the soon-to-be ex of professional athletes. Pro ball players always had the most gorgeous women on their arms – and being who I was, I got the opportunity to see many of them in their natural glory.

Her platinum blonde hair fell in ringlets down over her shoulders, covering her small, but perky breasts. She was young – too young to be a divorcee – but there she was. Her hubby had quite obviously fucked up in a big way by neglecting this beauty, which forced her to jump into my bed instead. I couldn’t exactly complain.

“Gavin, have I told you lately that your brain is the sexiest thing about you?” she purred, pursing those perfectly pouty lips as she stared down at me.

I reclined on my bed, quite comfortable in the knowledge that I was a good-looking man, but I was also no Tyler McAdams, winger for the San Jose Sharks. McAdams was the hottest athlete of the moment; a real game changer, they said – even though he'd torn an MCL and had been relegated to the sidelines for a while.

Still, I'd like to think Tracy saw something in me other than my brains and medical degree. I pulled down my boxers, showcasing my hard cock and watched as her eyes bulged in their sockets as she drank me in. I'd never grow tired of seeing that look on a woman's face. Even though she'd experienced that cock several times the night before, she hadn't seen it by the light of day and shamelessly displayed as it was now.

“Still think my brain is the sexiest part of me?” I teased.

Tracy dropped down to her knees on the bed, spreading my legs wide as she moved up the length of my body. God, I was so fucking hard for her, wanting nothing more than to go another round with the blonde bombshell. But my alarm went off over an hour ago and I was running the risk of being late. Very late.

“I thought you were getting ready to head out?” I said, stopping her from kissing me.

“That was before I saw how hard you were for me,” she cooed.

“Tracy, as much as I'd love to fuck you again, I really have to get to work,” I said.

“We have time for a quickie,” she said.

I looked over at the clock and cursed silently to myself. “No, I'm afraid not,” I said, pushing her long hair out of my face. “I have appointments this morning, and I'm already late.”

My balls were aching, and I knew I’d pay for that later.

“Are you seeing Tyler today?” she asked, her face growing serious.

“Actually, I am,” I said. “We have to talk about his upcoming surgery.”

“Can you fuck it up for me?” she said. And for a moment, I thought she was serious – until she laughed, rolling her eyes. “I'm just joking. I wouldn't wish that, even on my cheating soon-to-be ex-husband.”

I could see in her eyes that she wasn't joking about tanking his surgery though.. Good thing I took my job seriously. Too many vengeful ex-girlfriends and wives had hopped into my bed and had asked for something very similar.

But I only made their dreams come true in the bedroom, not in the operating room. I enjoyed the hell out of the sex with them, but not enough to jeopardize my career over it.

Tracy got up off me, her expression sour, the mood now ruined. She dressed quickly, putting on the dress she'd been wearing the night before.

“Will you do one thing for me at least?” she asked. “When you see Tyler, that is?”

“What's that?” I asked, pulling my boxers back in place and mentally apologizing to my aching balls in the process.

“Tell him Tracy sends her regards,” she said. “Oh, and remind him how good I am in bed.”

“Sure,” I said, chuckling as I kissed her goodbye.

Like hell I would pass along that message – but she didn't need to know that. I couldn't let the men know I was fucking their ex's before they went under my knife. It wouldn't be good for business. Besides, I wasn't petty enough for all that.

They were, after all, paying me very handsomely. And they were also the reason I had a revolving door of hot women coming and going from my apartment.

No way I was going to fuck that up. Not for Tracy. Not for anyone.

***

“Good morning, Lila,” I said, rushing into my office, coffee in hand.

But the moment I stepped into my private office, I knew something was different. There was a tension I sensed straight away. Sure, my receptionist, Lila, was there, as usual, but I then noticed that she wasn't alone.

A curvy brunette with the most intense green eyes I'd ever seen stared back at me. As if acting on reflex, my gaze moved down the length of her body, admiring her assets. She wore dress slacks and a button-up shirt, which didn't do her any favors, although, I could tell she had a marvelous figure, even underneath the business attire. Her chestnut colored hair was pulled back in a French twist with a few strands stylishly loose and framing her face. Thick framed glasses sat upon her nose, making her look intelligent. Serious. Almost like the sexy librarian many men fantasized about.

The woman stood up and reached for my hand. “Hi Dr. Pierce,” she said. “I'm Morgan Brooks.”

Morgan Brooks? Why did that name ring a bell?

Lila smiled at me, knowing me all too well, and said. “She's your new intern, Dr. Pierce.”

“Oh, yeah. Right. I'm sorry,” I said, taking her hand in mine. “I guess I wasn't expecting a woman, that's all.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, her expression saying she couldn't believe I'd just said that.

“Morgan can be a guy's name,” I said with a shrug. “And in this field, well, since we work with professional athletes, the field tends to be more male dominated. So, I apologize for the poor assumption on my part.”

Morgan smiled. “I understand, Dr. Pierce. I just want to thank you for the opportunity to train underneath you,” she said. “Orthopedic surgery – especially in regard to athletic injuries – has always been an area of interest of mine.”

“Oh really?” I asked.

She was a curvy girl with a nice hourglass figure. It was clear that she cared about her fitness, but I still wouldn’t have pegged her for a sports fan.

“Yes,” she said, seeming to sense my doubt. “My father was Theo Brooks,” she said. “Quarterback for the – ”

“I know who your father is,” I said. “Quarterback for the USC Trojans. Until he got injured, of course. Could have gone pro if not for that.”

“Exactly,” she said. “And it's always killed him too. It’s why I want to give other athletes the opportunity to follow their dreams.”

“Uh huh,” I said, turning to leave.

Morgan followed me into my office, continuing to yap about how excited she was to work for me and all the good she hoped to accomplish in the field. I knew her dear old had dad passed away about two years ago, so I wanted to have some compassion for the girl, I did. But truth be told, I really wasn't sure Little Miss Sunshine could handle working with the Neanderthals that made up my daily schedule.

These men didn't want some petite little flower operating on their torn ligaments. They wanted a fellow man. Somebody who understood them. No one wanted to look weak in front of an attractive woman like Morgan – especially not athletes who relied on their machismo as much as their natural athleticism to excel.

“Listen, Ms. Brooks,” I said with a sigh. “If that's meant to impress me, it's not going to do much good. I honestly couldn't care less who your father was or why you want to do this. The truth of the matter is, I see bigger and brighter stars in here every single day, with injuries surpassing your dad's. And let me tell you, it's not easy to do this job. So, if you think it's going to be all sunshine and rainbows and helping people's dreams come true, you're in the wrong field.”

That shut her up right away, her jaw nearly hitting the floor she looked at me. For a moment, I even thought she might cry. If so, that would be enough proof for me that she couldn't hack it in a field with the rough and tumble athletes that came into my office day in and day out. I waited for the tears to fall, but they never did.

“You listen, Dr. Pierce,” she said, her voice calmer than I expected, considering the fact that she was a woman. “I may be excited because it's my first day at an internship I worked very hard to get,but I'm not naïve; not by any stretch of the imagination. I’m damn good at what I do.”

She said all of this while standing tall and staring me right in the eyes. Day one and she was already standing up to me, showing me she wasn't going to take crap from anyone.

I had to admit, it just made her that much hotter.