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London, the efficient and knowledgeable nurse, came out of the exam room. She handed me the open laptop. “She’s ready for you. Since it’s her annual, I have everything set out ready to go. Just stick your head out when you’re ready to do the exam and I’ll come back.”
Annual.Annual.
Gynecologic annual. Not a cardiology annual or sports physical annual.
The newborn I saw earlier was… different for me. I hadn’t held a baby in years. Couldn’t remember the last time.
A woman’s breasts and vagina I was well acquainted with, in a personal setting, not a professional one. Not since my OB/GYN rotation during residency and that had been for only a few weeks.
I was a doctor. I saw bodies all the time. This was clinical. Completely clinical. The woman wasn’t imminently dying from a car accident or fall. Easy. Get in, get out. Literally.
I knocked on the door, opened it and entered, glancing at the name on the patient record on the laptop screen.
Mallory Mornay.
“Miss Mornay, I’m Dr. James and I understand you’re here for your–”
My words dropped off when I finally lifted my gaze to the woman who sat on the exam table.
Mallory Mornay. I said the name aloud, but I didn’t put it together until now.
Not Mallory Mornay, the random woman who was here for a woman’s annual reproductive health screening.
This was Mallory.Mallory.
Bridget’s best friend Mallory, who was outgoing, vivacious, and extroverted. Sexy and bold. Hot as hell and the woman I dreamed about fucking ever since I first met her in July. She was a goodie-goodie first grade teacher and I always wanted to dirty her up. Do filthy things to her.Withher.
And she was sitting here in a paper gown, ready to part her legs nice and wide.
And not in the way I’d been imagining in the shower as I rubbed one out. Fuck. FUCK!
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MALLORY
Oh my God.
Oh.
My.
God. No… gosh.
I shifted on the exam table and the paper beneath my bare butt crinkled. So did the ridiculous gown I was wearing.
Theo James just came in the door of my woman’s appointment. With a beard on his rugged face that he hadn’t had the last time I saw him. That was just unfair.
Theo James.
And he was the doctor. Who was going to look at my vagina. Literally sit on a stool between my spread legs with a light shining on it. He was going to put his fingersin it.
God, was my wax okay? I shaved my legs, but did I use enough lotion? I didn’t want to have alligator scale calves. Oh crap, I kept my rubber ducky socks on because it was pet week at school. If socks weren't bad enough, what about all my nooks and crannies? Were they normal? Was one side bigger than the other for all women? What about inside? How was it supposed to look? Was he going to peek and run away? Or worse, laugh?
I wanted to have a hot and sexy vagina. Pussy. Whatever Lindy wrote in her romance books. But when I looked at mine with a handheld mirror, it didn’t look hot. Maybe mine was–
“Mallory?”
His deep voice had me blinking. Sh–sugar.
