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CHAPTER1
As she sat in the waiting room, Amy grew more and more upset with herself. She could have been on her way home now, or on her way to the bar for an after-work drink with the other interns, or anywhere but here in the Interactive Devices Inc. medical office waiting to be examined.
But she wasn’t anywhere else, and it was her own damn fault. She’d known since her first day that the final report was the be-all-end-all when it came to evaluating her internship at IAD, and yet despite her intense desire to land a permanent job here she’d spent months procrastinating.
She had just one hope now. A doctor’s note. The kind Dr. Walter Andrews was known to write from time to time for interns who flirted with him in a sufficiently shameless manner.
The nurse looked up from her computer at last. It was almost game time…
“Ms. Stephenson, Dr. Davidson will see you now.”
Shit!Maybe she’d misheard.
“Did you say Dr. Davidson? I thought it was his day off today…” Amy immediately regretted admitting she was aware of the doctors’ schedules, since that was pretty suspicious, but it was out now, so she just let it hang there hoping the nurse would tell her she had misspoken.
“Yes, it’s Dr. Davidson you’ll be seeing today.”
Motherfucker.
“Dr. Andrews had a family emergency this afternoon, and Dr. Davidson came in to cover for him.”
The nurse rambled on for a moment longer, but Amy wasn’t listening anymore. All she was thinking was how she could get out of this appointment. There was no point in going through with it now. At best, she could claim she was having migraines, talk her way out of a thorough exam, and walk out of there with a prescription for aspirin. There was absolutely no way she was getting out of work tomorrow, let alone for the three days she needed to prep the report for her boss’ boss’ boss on Friday. The report that would determine whether this internship would turn into a job or a wasted year.
She started to sigh, stifled it as best she could, then spoke, realizing the nurse was going to ramble on until she said something.
“Oh, okay.” She tried to avoid sounding dejected, but almost certainly failed.
“Don’t worry, sweetie, Dr. Davidson is very good.”
Amy mentally sighed deeper than she had in her whole life. She wasn’t sure exactly how old this nurse was—her best guess was eighty-seven—but in any case, apparently, she had no understanding whatsoever of the reason all the female interns specifically sought out appointments with Dr. Andrews rather than Dr. Davidson.
She had just started to open her mouth to say, ‘I think I’m feeling quite a bit better, maybe I’ll just…’but she hadn’t actually gotten a word out before the door opened and a man in his late thirties or early forties stepped into the small waiting area and said in a voice that was friendly but firm, “Come on back, Amy.”
Her fate was sealed. A year of her life down the drain.
As she followed Dr. Davidson down a short hallway and into the single small exam room—the only patients they served here were employees of IAD—Amy couldn’t help but admit to herself that Dr. Davidson was quite handsome, in a rugged sort of way. His tan face spoke of time spent outdoors, and his broad shoulders made it clear that he either spent a lot of time at the gym, or at the ranch, or wherever men who looked like that got muscles that looked like his.
Was she admiring this asshole that was about to ruin her life, even if inadvertently? Perhaps she was… With each step closer to the exam room it seemed that time slowed down, though even at a snail’s pace the walk probably took less than ten seconds.
Should she go through with her original plan and claim she was having a migraine, even though there was no way that would get her out of three days of work? Should she come up with some new illness, even though she’d already told the nurse the problem was persistent headaches? Should she try to flirt with him as she would have with Dr. Andrews?
So limited were her options that she even considered simply telling Dr. Davidson the full truth. That the report wasn’t ready, she was desperate for this internship to be a success, and she was really, really hoping he would let her out of work for a few days.
She was almost certain that wouldn’t work, but at the same time, part of her suspected it had a better chance of working than any of the other plans she had in mind. Still, she dismissed it and settled upon sticking with her migraine story, perhaps with a few attempts at flirting here and there which she could always take up a notch if he seemed to be responding. If she mentally calculated the odds, she gave herself a five percent chance of it working, a ten percent chance of him getting angry and reporting her to HR immediately, and an eighty-five percent chance of accomplishing nothing and ending up standing in front of her boss’ boss’ boss in a few days looking like a complete fool.
Another possibility nagged at her mind for just a moment, but she dismissed it. It had been almost a year since she heard those rumors, way back during her first week here. She’d heard nothing since—though to be fair the topic of Dr. Davidson didn’t come up often—and she’d written them off as either idle gossip or more than likely a story completely made up for shock value. She tried to push those thoughts out of her mind, but this time with Dr. Davidson right there in front of her getting them out completely proved impossible. Then he opened the exam room door and escorted her inside, interrupting her reverie.
“The nurse says you’ve come here because you have a headache.” His tone was somehow skeptical and scolding at the same time, without going so far as to become mean or condescending.
What would it feel like to be over his knee?
Shut the fuck up,she told the part of her mind that had apparently developed a rapid and deeply unhealthy fixation on the thought of him dealing with her irresponsibility in the most shameful way possible.He’s not going to fucking spank you.
Forcing the image of her bottom bare over Dr. Davidson’s knee from her mind, Amy concentrated on thinking about which approach might give her the best chance of coming out of this with her letter of recommendation intact. She took a moment to glance around the exam room. She’d only had to make use of Dr. Andrews to flirt her way out of trouble once, unlike other interns who had taken advantage of his services on numerous occasions, so it wasn’t very familiar to her.
The furnishings were sparse. There was a simple exam table in the center of the room and a medical desk with a rolling stool on one side along with the sink. There were various drawers and shelves containing the typical sort of things someone would expect to find in a medical office. Then she realized Dr. Davidson was staring at her, clearly expecting a response to his earlier statement.
“Oh, yes, doctor. Well, sort of, yes…”
