CHAPTER 4
Matilda
“Doctor! I need your help,” I say my words tailing off at the end.
Oh my god. I definitely need his help but now I might need it in more ways that one.
He’s going to have to resuscitate me if I pass out right now from the sight of him.
He didn’t have a picture online and now I see why. Women would be lining up for city blocks just to get a look at him. I’d trade a nasty fall for an examination from Doctor Damn! Any day. Can you legally have an exclamation point in your name? He sure deserves one whether you can or not. Good lord!
The doctor says nothing at first. He just locks his icy blue-gray eyes on mine.
I feel my heart beat faster and when I look at his massive chest through that skin-tight white T-shirt I can see his is doing the same.
My eyes move up and across his body.
He’s a bodybuilding bad boy extraordinaire. He’s got some sort of aggressive skull tattooed on his neck! His neck! The eyes are red and orange and it almost looks like blood is coming from the skull’s lips.
One of his arms is also completely sleeved. This guy is a doctor? The doctor that Google said was the most famous ER surgeon in the entirety of New York City if not the entire world?
I’ve never seen a doctor who looks like this. I couldn’t even imagine such a thing, but then again I could never imagine a guy this rough and ready looking no matter how hard I tried.
Usually when I search Google for nearby locations I’m looking for a public toilet or a slice of pizza. This time I got a slice of heaven. And not just a slice then entire place.
I would love to float in the clouds while he depresses my tongue with his stick and then fills me with his special medicine. There is no doubt this doctor delivers and I want nothing more than a house call.
But I’m in his house now and this receptionist of his is definitely making me feel like an unwanted trespasser.
His look on the other hand is telling me something entirely different.
And the pool that is now filling my panties needs to be drained, as in hang these Hanes up on the back of the door while we study anatomy on his table.
And I know his table won’t be one of those cold steel ones, although I’d sure like to check his personal steel pipe.
“I don’t do pro bono work, miss. As a matter of fact I don’t even do work on Bono, unless he comes with a stack of cash. Everybody knows that.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I just need a vaccination before I go abroad with a charity organization.”
“What organization?” he says as he sizes me up with his eyes, yet keeps them laser focused on mine. I can’t believe this guy isn’t checking me out. I’m not the best looking, or the most fit, but still…guys are guys and they look no matter what. It’s in the DNA, and I’d like to have his DNA in me.
“A nonprofit,” I say. “I’m going there to help kids.”
“To help kids at Togos?”
“Togo. It’s a small country of about seven million people. They don’t have even remotely close to the kinds of supplies, facilities, and personnel they need.”
“Not my problem,” he says.
This guy really is heartless.
“Please, I’m begging you. I’ll give you every cent I have.”
He breathes out hard.
“Jane will help you. But don’t tell anyone you got it here, and don’t come back here again. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
He turns and goes back into his office making sure to shut the door hard behind him. It’s not a slam, but it’s close.
And although he may have slammed the door on my hopes of even the faintest attempt at seducing him, at least he opened the door to me traveling abroad and fulfilling my wish of helping children which is more important than any guy.
At least that’s what I’ve always thought.