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“Goodmorning,Vienna,”Igreet my new secretary.

Her dark blue eyes lift from the computer. She runs a hand over her pixie cut, fixing her already immaculately styled hair. “Good morning, Dr. Wentworth.”

This isn’t the first time we’ve met, obviously. I drove down here to interview her in person. This is, however, our first time working together in an official capacity.

So far, she’s made a good impression. She showed up and was on top of things before I walked in at seven-thirty. I’m doubly impressed when there’s no need for her to be here this early.

As a rule, I don’t schedule any visits earlier than nine in the morning. That’s why I told both Vienna and Bonnie, my assistant, they had to be here at eight-thirty, not a second later. I, myself, don’t come in before eight, either.

Except today is special.

Today is my clinic’s opening day. I want to make sure the machines are up and running and have the A/C cooling the rooms to the perfect temperature for both my pregnant and non-pregnant patients alike.

Make sure everything is in place.

By the looks of it, after glimpsing into my exam room, I’m pleased. It seems Vienna took care of everything.

“You didn’t have to come in this early.” I grab my white coat from the rack inside the exam room. On autopilot, like I have for years, I shrug it over the white button-down that I paired with charcoal-gray slacks.

“I did, though.” Her eyes follow me as I walk over to the round end table, fixing the magazines so they’re exactly one on top of the other.

There’s nothing wrong with how they’re organized. The patients I’ll be seeing today are all new to me. First impressions matter. Good first impressions get people talking.

My patients from San Francisco and the raving reviews they left online got half the job done. My schedule filled up for the coming week and the weeks to come, and now it’s on me to prove myself. And organized my magazine stack is just as important as the clothes I wear and the services I offer.

Besides, doing it gives me something other than obsessing over Prue.

She stayed at home for the rest of the weekend. Hasn’t gone out to shop. Hasn’t had a late-night swimming session. Hasn’t come looking for me to say she felt the intense connection we shared.

I’ve missed her during these hours, missed a person I hadn’t known until three days ago. There was no explaining the longing I had to be around her. The compulsion to barge into her apartment, fuck her to oblivion, then force her to share every last secret she has. To open up to me emotionally and physically.

It hurts to want the way I do. And it’s taken everything in me to stay away from her.

The one saving grace of the situation is knowing she had to have stepped on the generous amount of cum I left on her shower floor. I jacked off to this fantasy so hard that my dick almost fell off.

But I said I’d wait, and I am. It won’t be long now that I’m coming for her.

“You already have the job, remember?” I amble toward Vienna, flipping my palm up, motioning her to give me the printed schedule.

“Yes, I remember.” My thirty-year-old receptionist smiles a professional smile.

Another reason why I hired her.

The one thing I really don’t need is an office romance to tarnish my reputation. To have anyone, patients included, develop a crush or fall for me. Which has happened in the past, and I always shut it down.

Ever since witnessing the nauseating bedsidemannerismsof Dr. Fox, the director of OB-GYN where I did my residency years ago, I refrained from it. The man was my mentor in many ways, but not this. Never this.

Failing to take him down only strengthened my sense of mission, my vow to never touch a patient inappropriately.

Instead, I swore to myself I wouldn’t allow sex or even something simple as infatuation slither its way into my practice. I’ve been upholding my vow to myself ever since.

Fuck Dr. Fox and fuck him for getting into my head.

I have my job and patients to worry about, not him.

“I also remember you instructing me to be here for the earliest appointment.” Her gaze casts over the paper I’m taking from her. “She’s due in five minutes.”

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