Page 11 of Feeling the Heat: Part One
Ambrose coughs and shifts his clipboard in front of his dick, and I snap my eyes back to his face. Now I’m absolutely going to burst into flames from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!”
“I’m sorry!” he exclaims at the same time, and that forces a weird, breathy laugh from me.
“You don’t have any reason to apologize,” I say, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. “Fending off horny omegas must come with the territory, and you’ve been very kind and understanding. Never mind that I’m shedding pheromones like crazy. It must be hard being an alpha working with omegas in heat.” My gaze falls down to his crotch. “Hard in that way, too.”
He sputters and I cover my face with my hands, wishing I could vanish into nothingness. But then his rich, raspy laughter fills the room and I venture a peek through my fingers, knowing I haven’t offended him too gravely. “Dr. Stills, I apologize again. It seems that I’ve lost all ability to filter my thoughts.”
He gives me a pearly smile and I drop my hands the rest of the way. “Heats can mess with your mind… make you preoccupied with certain needs. You’re not the first one to seek my, uh, services. There’s no reason to be embarrassed. If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn’t have touched you. It isn’t usually this hard on my end.”
I almost miss it, but his eyes dip for the briefest moment to the swell of my breasts, before he looks away and jots some notes on my file.
“Anyway, we’ll get your lab work back in about an hour. In the meantime, I’ll transfer you to the heat services wing so they can get the ball rolling.”
I nod and swallow down the fresh surge of nerves. “R-right. Makes sense.”
“They’ll take excellent care of you, Camille. I promise you’ll get through this, and most likely have at least a little fun in the process.” The stupid sexy doctor has the audacity to wink at me and I groan as more slick gushes out of me.
His lips twitch like he’s suppressing his amusement. “I’ll be here for the rest of the evening. Don’t hesitate to ask for me if you need anything.”
My eyes widen, and his flush deepens. “Anything medical, that is! If you have any medical concerns or feel excessive pain.” He clears his throat loudly. “Do you have a workplace you need a doctor’s note sent to? You’ll be out of commission for the next few days to a week.”
“A week?!” Shit, I didn’t even think about work. “I can’t miss a week of work with no warning. They’ll fire me!” My breathing speeds up as I think about the project that’s due this Friday.
Ambrose shakes his head. “They can’t. It’s illegal to fire or punish omegas for taking leave for their heats.”
He’s right, but knowing my job, they’ll find a loophole because I didn’t file the right omega paperwork for accommodations. My panic spirals higher as I think about how much this is going to cost on top of the lost work. “My insurance won’t cover this—I’m registered as a beta.” My lower lip wobbles as I try to hold my shit together, but it’s no use. I’ve gone from horny to sobbing in seconds. I’d ask Ambrose to hug me again, but I can’t after all the inappropriate nonsense I’ve said.
His hands twitch at his side like he’s also considering touching me again so I’ll calm the fuck down, but they stay put. He lowers his voice to a soothing rumble. “We’ll get everything taken care of, sweetheart. There are systems in place for situations exactly like yours. You don’t need to worry about anything other than telling heat services what your preferences are. I promise you, you’re safe.”
A shuddering sigh escapes me at his words. There isn’t a hint of uncertainty or exaggeration in him.I’m safe.
Trusting others and handing away control has never gonewell for me. There’s something about this man that makes me want to believe him, but my guard is too well constructed to fully rely on his word.
“I’m screwed no matter what, so even if you’re lying, I can’t do anything about it,” I grumble.
He lets out a startled laugh at my double entendre, and I smile back. “That’s the spirit.” He grabs a prescription pad from the table on the side of the room and scribbles something on it. “Sven, the nurse you met earlier, will be in soon to administer the birth control shot we use for sudden heats, and then take you over to heat services. Do you have any questions for me before I send him your way?”
My chest seizes at the thought of him leaving, followed by an internal eye roll at my newly awakened, needy bitch of an omega. Of course he’s leaving. The medical consultation is over. I have a million questions, most which involve personal questions about him, so I shake my head. “Nope. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense, doctor.”
Ambrose smiles softly. “It was my pleasure. Take care, Camille.” He moves toward the door and tugs it open, but then turns back and ridiculous anticipation surges inside me. Is this when he changes his mind, locks the door, and takes me right here on the exam chair? “Oh, I almost forgot! I’ve written you a prescription that you can get filled if you end up needing it.”
He reaches out and hands me a slip of paper, and I take it quickly, trying not to betray my horny thoughts. Ambrose gives me one last wave and heads out of the room.
I deflate as soon as he’s gone, and I press my face into my palms, letting out a loud groan. Anxiety is already roiling inside me again now that I’m alone. I should’ve asked him for some anxiety meds.
Maybe that’s what the prescription is. I’m sure he realized I’m at peak anxiety levels right now.
I unfold the note and let out a shocked laugh.
Hugs - Take as needed for anxiety
(heat-related or generalized)
The sexy alpha doctor wrote me a damn prescription for hugs.
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I can’t jerkoff in my office. I’m a forty-eight year old man. It’s wrong. It’s completely inappropriate and creepy, no matter how interested in me she seemed.
