Page 4 of Dr. Bell

DR. ADIR BELL

“Areyougoingtogo in and meet our new hire?”

I glanced over my shoulder at my sister, who sidled up next to me with a knowing smile.

“No, because we’re not hiring her.”

She balked at me. “Excuse me.”

While scribbling my name on the prescription for my last patient, I hated to see how sloppy that shit looked. All because that damn woman flustered the fuck out of me. I handed the prescription to Sean, one of the male nurses on my staff.

“Got you, Doc,” he replied.

Grabbing my stethoscope off the counter, I went to walk away from the crazy ass look on my sister’s face. My ex, Genika, had already attempted to fuck up my day. I didn’t need any more beautiful women reminding me why I needed to keep all those muthafuckas ten feet away from me.

You walked over and introduced ya’self.Inwardly, I growled at my own thoughts.So, what? I thought.

“Adir Bell. She isoverqualified for the position, and you need someone you can trust to work in this crazy ass circus.”

I grilled my baby sister.

“You can take that look right off your face. You know I’m right, and she screamsdown for the cause. Take yo’ ass in there and introduce yourself. I’ll get everyone else in there soon.”

With a grumble, I placed my stethoscope back on the counter, then headed toward the conference room where Bianca stashed that fine ass woman whose big ass brown eyes I couldn’t stop fantasizing about for the last hour and a half.

Pretty. Of course, she was far beyond pretty. However, Pretty was the name my fucking brain attached to her. So, I was riding with it.

Walking inside the conference room, I softly shut the door behind me and eyed her just the way I had when I stepped inside of Smooth Brew. She drew me in without the slightest word or prompt. Like before, her big brown eyes assessed me like she wanted to know everything about me right down to the blood type I owned. Shit, I wanted to know what color panties she had on. So, we were even. My hand still felt her soft skin against mine, too. So, essentially, she had me fucked-up.

Moving around the large oak table where my practice held many meetings, I lowered my six-foot-five-inch frame into one of the luxurious leather chairs I’d paid a grip for. My staff spent too much time sitting in these muthafuckas, so I made sure they were comfortable.

Without breaking eye contact, I reached for the folder containing Pretty’s information. Flipping it open, I finally broke eye contact to peer down at the resume stating all her credentials.Fuck.Bianca was right. Lil’ baby was qualified as fuck.

“I’ve introduced myself to you,” I mumbled while glancing at her name. There was no fucking way I was shaking her hand,again. That would’ve been further torture.

“Coco. It’s nice meeting you, Dr. Bell.”

A downpour after a long ass drought; that was the affect her fucking voice had on my damn dick. That shit was smokey, smooth, and touched with southern heat that I loved the fuck out of. And the way she said my name… I cracked my neck to ease the tightness she caused in it.

Fixing my eyes back on her, I said, “You can’t work here, shawty.”

“Excuse me?”

“Does it occur to you that I find you attractive? Extremely attractive.”

“Well—"

“Or that it took everything in me to let you leave that shop without chasing you down.”

“I mean—”

“You’re beautiful as fuck, Pretty.”

“So you’ve said. I apologize, but who is Pretty?” She looked so damn confused.

“I apologize…Coco. In my head, I’ve been callin’ youPrettysince I laid eyes on you.”

She visibly gulped.

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