“Ugh, I hate this,” I said into my phone as I pulled up into the parking lot of my medical complex. “I won’t be more than an hour though. Are you set with the presentation this afternoon?”

“Your’e such a baby, Lilly. It’s a yearly, not open heart surgery,” Julia, my secretary, said from the other end of the line. “I have everything ready. It is going to be the best pitch Brahmin Bakery has ever seen.”

“Alright, no need to suck up,” I responded before ending the call.

Doctor offices were always picky about taking calls in their wait room. All that was going through my head as I made my way through the various corridors and elevator to the right section of the complex was that I couldn’t remember the last time I shaved my legs.

I mean it shouldn’t really matter much. It’s not like the doc would be paying attention to my legs.

I dreaded my yearly. Sitting on a cold piece of paper with my legs in stirrups with all of me on full display, wasn’t my idea of a good time.

After having Aria seven years ago, raising a kid on my own hadn’t allowed much time for dating. I didn’t fault her for that. Aria was the best thing in my life.

Having her had helped me mature and clear my head for what I really want. I gave up pre-law and went into advertising. It gave me a chance to use my more creative side and gave me the chance to show off my passion and drive.

All of that combined, didn’t leave much time for finding a new daddy for my daughter. That didn’t even take into account the fact that most men ran the other way when they saw that kid baggage came along with the ride.

I did my best to not grow impatient as I waited for my turn with the doctor. I had a shit load of work to do today before the presentation and Julie scheduling my yearly gyno for right now wasn’t helping.

Finally, I got called back, stripped to a sheet, and left again waiting for the doctor. The nurse did her part and it was hard to say that she was any happier to be here than I was.

That all seemed to change when the doctor walked in. It was like someone lit a fire under her. She was all smiles and puffed out chest for him.

I had to admit he was a pretty hot. He seemed nice enough too as he droned on with the normal yearly questions.

Finally the legs were up in the stirrups and I was just glad to finally get this all over with. Something seemed different as his hands grazed along my thighs. It was a mixture of that voice and his touch.

In an instant I tensed. I was almost sure I knew who he was.

“I’m sorry,” I said from my end of the table, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Tell me your name again.”

The doctors head peaked up from over the sheet and he smiled down at me. His black hair slicked back with those matching dark eyes, I was sure in that instant.

“I’m Dr. Barrett Harris. I am fairly new to taking over the practice.”

“Oh, how nice,” I said, not knowing what else to do.

I was positive now that I was currently being examined by Arita’s father. I closed my eyes and did my best not to remember that night in the club as his gloved hand felt around my insides.

Finally he was done with his swabs and lowered the sheet back down. He stood over me as if waiting for something.

“What?” I asked unsure.

He cleared his throat feeling a little awkward to have to tell me.

“Usually, part of the yearly is a breast exam. If you are comfortable with that?”

“Oh yeah,” I said pulling myself up a little higher on the table. “Of course. I’m here for the full treatment,” I added and then kicked myself for it. I sounded like such an idiot.

I was so frazzled. Never in a million years would I have considered running into Aria’s father. She had tried her best after finding out that she was pregnant, to get in contact with him. It wasn’t that easy when you didn’t even have a name to go off of.

After that, she had just forgotten all about him. She would raise Aria on her own, that was no problem, so it seemed no other reason to try and seek the guy out.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment looking at my face. I looked away quickly, I didn’t want him to recognize me back. Thinking I was embarrassed, he went to work.

I closed my eyes to shut out his image as he massaged one breast first and then the other. I swallowed hard. His touch brushing against my skin was making me wet.

I couldn’t believe it, but I was pretty sure that I was about to orgasm from my gyno’s touch.