Greyson
Today definitely hasn't panned out like I thought it would. No, in fact, it's like the worse day in the history of first days. Yesterday, I showed up to allow Dad to show me around the office. It wasn't like the first time I'd ever been to his practice; he felt the need to show me the ropes, introduce me to the staff, and hand over his office. I’d expected him to be here this morning, especially since he never said anything to me about skipping out on my first day. When I called him this morning, his response was, "Son, you've gotta leap, and if I'm there holding your hand you'll do nothing but depend on me." He might've been right. It would’ve been good to know this beforehand as it would’ve given me time to prepare myself. The image of shadowing him while he introduced me to his patients must've been some foreign dream because today I'm going in blind and oblivious to them all. For the most part, they’ve all been understanding, and hell even accepting of me taking over the practice. I talked with our office manager about putting together some kind of flyer that can be mailed out to everyone. This should've been done months ago, but while I was packing up my apartment and finding a new one here in Miami, Dad forgot to let his roster know about my arrival.
I stand in the hallway just outside my next appointment, scratching my head as I read over her file before entering. Yes, it's what I do before each appointment today. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do this on any given day, but today I’m playing catch up—scanning for something important before making a fool of myself. Stand, read, and walk-in while praying that the female behind the door is accepting; this is being repeated at every door.
"Miss. Wilde, I'm Dr. Davis, and it's a pleasure to meet you," I say while entering the room. My voice startles her, causing me to leap forward to catch her before we have a head injury added to the list of things today. When I take a chance to look at her, I'm taken back with how her skin looks to be made of porcelain, and her eyes resemble an icy blue crystal. I swallow before I speak, then help her back up to the seat. It's then that I notice her gown has come open, and I try to avert my gaze from her perfect chest. This is the one thing you learn in medical school… Do not pay attention to any particular area of the women's body. Especially when you are the treating doctor. Miss. Wilde goes on and on about why she needs to leave and how I can't examine her today. She's flushed, and I can see tiny beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her once pale, perfect complexion is now dressed with tones of pink filtering across her skin; even her neck has flared up to the point where I want to run my long fingers against her skin. I want to take her pulse to see if it matches mine at this moment.
I shake my head and go back to the cardinal rules…
Rule number one: Don't sleep with a patient.
Rule number two: Don't envision doing dirty things to your patient.
Rule number three: Don't sleep with a patient.
Leaning against the counter, I try to focus on something other than the woman before me who's now dressed and running from the exam room. My long legs move out into the hallway where I can listen to her beg the nurse for another appointment with my father. I can't help the small chuckle that emits from my throat as I grab the next file and read it. Before I enter the next room, I stop and turn back toward the counter where she's shifting from one side to the other, drumming her fingers against the laminate. I can't help but hope she comes back. I'll need to dig deep to fight the attraction. All I have to remember are the rules—that should be easy enough, right?
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Pulling into my parking space at the condo, I throw my car into park before I run my fingers through my chestnut brown hair. Today was more than I bargained for. Ever since the cute blonde known as Sherry Wilde ran from my office like it was on fire, I can't stop thinking about her. Before leaving, I found out that she refused to make an appointment and said she'd call back. I don't know if she thinks the situation will change and Dad will be back, but either way, it's probably for the best. I need to be honest with myself, my self-control of keeping my dick in my pants isn’t my strong suit. No, I'm not a man whore, I just appreciate a nice-looking woman. I'm a hot-blooded single dude, do you blame me? Just sitting here in my car thinking about her causes me to shift in my seat. I slide out my phone and scroll through my contacts. This is what I like about being single: I have options, and many of them still live in Miami just waiting to land Dr. Davis Jr.
My finger hovers over Suzanne's name; her long legs and bronze skin taunts me. With one tap, I'm sending her a message.
Me: Care to join me for drinks out by the pool and fun later?
Alarming my sleek black Lexus GS 350, I head toward the bank of elevators that'll lead me to my half empty condo. I've only been back for a week, and this place is twice the size of my apartment back in Savannah. That place was like a matchbox while I finished my residency. Dad helped me find this place as it's close to the water and not to mention the office and hospital. I toss my keys and wallet down on the dining table before checking to see if Suzanne responded. My night might be looking up.
Suzanne: See you in an hour.
Perfect, I've got enough time to shower, grab a beer, and relax for a moment. Once in the master bath, I turn the knob all the way to hot, heating up the water to adjust and wipe the tension from the day away. Today was a slower day, no babies, only about thirty people; I think that's what I counted from the stack of files on the corner of my desk. I hear the faint ding from the phone, sliding it open I see it's from my father.
Dad: Hope your first day was easy. I'll come by tomorrow for lunch.
Me: It was interesting, and lunch sounds good.
He actually did pull a fast one on me. The more I think about it, I should've seen it coming. I mean, his office was empty the day I showed up for my walk-thru. That should've been my clue, but no, I was blind to the fact that my father was actually done. He's been counting down the days until I returned for the past four years. I tried to get out of it as I wanted to start fresh someplace else and not follow in his footsteps. With the determination of both my parents, I caved and agreed. Now, I just have to fight them on the settling down and starting a family conversation. That'll come later, much later. Right now, it's time to focus, find my release with the ones that I know can deliver, and, of course, the growth of the practice.
Dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a pale blue pullover, I pace the condo until Suzanne buzzes. I've learned from the past when she arrives you head out, or you'll never leave. At times this isn't bad, but tonight's a meet and mingle for the condo. Since I'm new, I already RSVP'd to the thing and need to meet my neighbors. Maybe I shouldn't have invited her, but at least this way I can watch from a distance, admire the ones worthy of looking at, and with her on my arm, it'll fight the needy people off. Tonight's still young, and anything can happen.