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She followed him into his clinic, leaving the door open.
“Sit down,” he said, indicating the chair opposite his desk.
She sank into the seat and picked at her fingernails.
“I’d like to get a copy of your previous medical records,” he said, sliding a consent form across the desk.
Her head jerked up in surprise.“Why?”
“Well, you’re under my care now.”
Her eyes went wide.“Did my pap come back abnormal?”
He immediately regretted playing doctor authority games with her.“No.Everything looked fine.There’s no cause for alarm.I’d just like to have a full picture.That is...if you do actually trust me to be your doctor?”
She looked uncertain and he was surprised by how much her mistrust bothered him.But of course she wouldn’t want him to be her doctor—he’d been as unethical as a doctor gets with her.
“I guess it’s hard to put yourself in the hands of a doctor who hasn’t proven himself to be trustworthy,” he said.
“No,”she said quickly.“I totally trust you.I do.I just feel weird, that’s all.”
The irony of working as a nurse assistant when she mistrusted all doctors was not lost on her.It wasn’t personal with Dr.Drake—she hated the medical profession as a whole.She hated the way they held all the power, as if she couldn’t handle the responsibility of making decisions about her own body.
“Weird, how?”
She flushed and shrugged.
“Do you think you could come to trust me in spite of my past indecent behavior?”He arched a brow, “Or perhaps it’s because of it?”he teased.
She giggled, grateful at the release of tension.“Yeah, I guess I could.I mean, at least I know if you’re sneaking extra peeks at my va-jay-jay for thrills, you’ll include me in the fun.”
He threw back his head and laughed, a deep, rich sound that warmed her.“That’s one way to view it,” he said.
Sandra, the receptionist buzzed through on his phone.“Dr.Drake, Dr.Roberts is on line five.”
He gave her a regretful look.“I’m sorry.”
She jumped to her feet.“No problem,” she said, and signed the order for her medical record release.“Thanks.”
As she walked out of his office, she tried to decipher their conversation.Was he just being friendly?Or rather, responsible as a doctor?Or did his request to be her doctor mean something more?But that was stupid—they hardly knew each other outside the workplace and one torrid pelvic exam.To imagine a request for medical records equalled an interest in being her Mr.Right was like believing Prince Charming would be showing up at her door with a glass slipper.
Besides, did she really want more with him?Didn’t her dislike of doctors confirm the medical thing wasn’t for her?She sighed and went home to peruse the matchme.com profiles and try to find a real date.
Chapter 4
Chloe occupied most of his thoughts that week.He experienced an intense need to protect her, which was probably why he had insisted on becoming her doctor.
He had entered med school out of a desire to master life’s calamities.His father died when he was sixteen, leaving him and his mother with a sense of helplessness and even betrayal.Perhaps if he were more spiritual, the message would have been to surrender to a higher power because humans have no control.Instead, he vowed to learn everything about the human body to manage its frailties.He didn’t expect difficulties with Chloe’s case, but if the results were less than ideal, he would be her warrior.
Chloe also occupied his less altruistic thoughts.He thought of the sight of her sprawled on his table, her head thrashing in utter abandon.He wanted to get her on it again, despite his better judgment.Without fully admitting to himself his intention, he had volunteered to let Dr.Dihns go home early on Friday, so he might have the pleasure of working alone with her again.He’d even stopped by the adult toy store to buy a few choice items.But when Friday came, he ended up with a patient in pre-term labor and had to work at the hospital all afternoon.
Now, with the clarity of a Monday morning, he decided it was for the best: getting kinky with Chloe again was playing with fire.He should consider it a dodged bullet and let it all fade to a memory.
But when he walked in his clinic that morning, a little African violet plant sat on his desk, wrapped up in a purple bow.It had no card with it.
Chloe peeked her head in through the doorway.“Hey.”
He looked up, the sound of her voice lifting his spirits more than the two cups of coffee he’d already drunk.“Good morning.Is this from you?”
