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Did I hear him right? And before the words hit me, truly hit me, I begin to laugh. Yeah, poor Jett, he’s just like his daddy, always in trouble and one to find humor in the simplest things. Comparing your morning wood to a skyscraper is a new one.

“Dr. O’Leary, we take this very seriously,” Mr. Mayon says from behind the desk.

I tip my eyes to the sexy teacher behind him. Speaking of hard-ons isn’t very conducive to this environment with the sexy teacher. When our eyes meet, I see almost a small hint of a smile, too, but he recovers quickly.

“No, it’s not that I don’t find it serious,” I say through muffled laughter. “And I’m sure any parent of a little girl would find it offensive. His mother was very open with him, and he expressed himself in ways most kids may not. But, I mean, at the end of the day, his morning rise and shine toward the sky really has more to do with biology than anything sexual. We’re all men here. We understand our male anatomy.”

“Dr. O’Leary, really, you’re making light of this situation,” the headmaster interrupts.

I stand, pushing my palms onto his desk. “Listen, I’ll speak with Jett about how we express ourselves at school. But you both had me so worried that my son was hurt or had hurt another child that honestly, I welcome the hysterics. Please note: I’m not trying to make light of the situation, but the kid lost his mum one year ago. If pointing out his morning wood to others is the worst thing that happens here, at school, then in my book it’s a good day.”

I tip my head at the headmaster, then do a more obvious head jut to the cute teacher. “I’ll always put my son first. Rest assured.” Before I can be dismissed by either man, I turn around and take the long few steps to the door, internally laughing if only to myself the entire time.

My kid has the ability to put a smile on my face no matter where he is or what he does. I needed the laugh today, because honestly, they worried the fuck out of me for no reason.

* * *

The second flooris quiet as I step off the elevator. This is never a good sign. Rounding the nurses’ station, the large green eyes of a sexy nurse I’ve flirted with for months meet my own. She’s cute and sweet and a little shy, to say the least. And something about her has my attention the second she starts her shift.

I’ve seen relationships work between doctors and nurses. My best mate, Simon, and his lovely wife, Bridget, fall into this category. And it’s certainly not like I have this moral high road of not dating a coworker.

My tastes are more varied. I get it and most bi-sexual men I know are content with their partner of choice. But for me, I’m not content with just one. I want the hardness of a man and the soft curves of a woman. I know it works. I’ve seen it as an ER doctor. Hell, you see a fuckton as an ER doctor. Polyamorous relationships seem normal compared to some of the shit I’ve witnessed in my career.

“Dr. O’Leary,” the young sexy nurse begins, “I was told you had an emergency at your son’s school. We didn’t expect you back for the day.”

I rest my arms on the counter of the desk that separates us. I’ve seen her name several times, and I can’t forget it, because it’s very different. And just like the hot teacher, she, too, has a slight accent. But it’s not English, Irish, or even Scottish.

I wait for her to turn her gaze away from me. I don’t want to be caught staring at her tits. And I don’t have to stare to know they are fucking awesome. Pulling for a pen as she’s writing something down, I see just the littlest bit of her cleavage.

Charis has something in her I can’t quite explain. There are several beautiful nurses I’ve come across as a doctor, but no one gets my attention like she has. She has a different name, to say the least, but growing up with the name Stone, I’m aware of unusual first names.

“Well, Charis,” I begin, rewarding her with a little wink. She blushes at the innocence of it. Oh, fuck, who am I fooling? There is never a wink, especially to a cute and sexy woman, that is innocent. Not on my part. “I hope I don’t offend you, but they called me down to the school while I was on shift to share with me that my child was fairly descriptive when it came to explaining his morning erection.”

I watch her intently for a reaction. She doesn’t disappoint, as she begins to cough, choking on air. She pulls for her water bottle. I’m amused by her reaction, but I’m more curious what she’ll say when her coughing fit is over.

“Okay, so tell me the truth, is it bad?” I ask.

She waves me off, with her lips surrounding the straw. After a couple seconds of being able to breathe on her own, her mouth tilts into a smile. “They called you down there for that? I mean, kids will say the darndest things. With my three-year-old daughter, I never know what will come out of her mouth, and believe me, she came out talking.”

I haven’t shared the whole story, not yet. “In all fairness, my son’s exact words were: ‘When I wake up, my penis is like a skyscraper. Hard as stone and reaching toward the sky.’”

This time she’s ready. Her laughter, a loud almost annoying snicker, fills the air. It would be irritating if she wasn’t so fucking cute. Oh, and hot, too.

“Now, that’s one for the record books, Dr. O’Leary.”

“Yeah, it sure is, isn’t it?” I gaze at a file on the counter near her. “Mr. Bell hasn’t been discharged yet?” I ask, my flirtatious tone changing immediately. “Dr. Alder was supposed to swing by and give him a clean bill of health.” I guess if I want to get something done right, I better do it myself. Pulling for my iPad I use with my patients, I turn around, walking backward. “Thanks, Charis, for the honest reaction. I feel a little better about my parenting now.” I’m rewarded with her same cute blush.

“Anytime, Dr. O’Leary, and honestly, it made my day.” Her attention is back on the computer, but she’s right. It made my day, too.

Because she has also made my day.

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