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Statton is the best of the best and seldom takes on an intern. I’ve even heard that his last intern cracked under the pressure and quit medical school but that might just be an urban legend. Boy, I hope it’s just an urban legend. If I crack, I not only lose the opportunity to learn from the best but I also prove the haters right. There are plenty of people who think that I only got this opportunity because my father is the hospital director, and if I screw this up, I’ll lose all credibility with my peers.
I was already nervous about meeting Dr. Statton, but seeing him sends my heart racing for other reasons.
He’s the biggest man that I’ve ever laid eyes on, with wide shoulders and a broad chest. He looks strong like a gladiator or a Greek god from the movies. He’s wearing a skin-tight Henley t-shirt that clings to his huge biceps and rock-hard pecks. A hint of black tattoo shows over the collar on his neck and I wonder if it goes down his arm and onto his chest. I don’t know why, but I suspect that it does. His black wavy hair frames his perfectly sculpted face, highlighting his strong, chiseled jaw and high cheekbones.
When he speaks, his deep, sexy voice sends shivers down my spine, and when he touches my hand, I go flush from the dirty thoughts that invade my brain.
I need to be professional, I tell myself. This internship is a big step in my career, and putting Scott Statton’s name on my resume as my mentor will almost guarantee me job offers from every hospital in the area. I can’t screw it up because the doctor makes me horny, but when he asks me to have a drink with him, I revert back to that giddy little girl again. I don’t know what it is about him but it’s more than just his good looks. He makes me feel and think about things that I’ve never experienced before.
There are some boys in the bar gawking at me and Scott notices. My panties get wet when he shoots them a stare and they cower like babies. I’m sure that I’m wrong but it feels like he’s staking a claim on me, and the idea gets me all riled up inside. I wonder what it would be like to have those big hands all over my body. I squirm in my seat as I consider how rough and raw sex with him might be. I bet he’s an animal in bed and that thought makes me even wetter. Something else that’s never happened to me before.
“What do you do for fun?” I ask him, fearing that he’s reading my nasty thoughts.
“Hmm, fun? Well, I work out a lot but that’s more a stress reliever than fun. I guess you could call me a workaholic. My job is the thing that I enjoy the most,” he tells me and it makes me a little sad. I suppose he wouldn’t be the best of the best if he didn’t take his job seriously, but everyone should have some sort of outlet, a passion besides their career.
“Do you find that boring?” he asks me.
“Oh, no. You’re an artist in the operating room. I’m sure that your career is very rewarding. It’s your passion, right?”
He pauses and stares deeply into my eyes for a moment then runs his fingers across the back of my hand. “I could have other passions if given the opportunity.”
I know that I should pull away and tell him that I take this internship seriously and don’t want to muddy the waters by having an affair with my mentor, but I can’t bring myself to move my hand. My stomach clenches like a fist, and my loins tingle at the idea of taking this further.
“I– I don’t know what to say,” I mutter as my face grows hot.
“Just say that you’re interested,” he grins.
I’m on the verge of throwing my better judgment aside and telling him to take me right here when a familiar, booming voice bellows over my shoulder.
“I didn’t expect to find you both here,” my father says much louder than necessary given the echoing silence in the bar.
“Daddy, what are you doing here?” I stammer, feeling like the little girl caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
“I just stopped in for a nightcap. And you?”
“The same, Director,” Scott tells him. “I just wanted to determine your daughter’s skill level before she steps into the gallery with me tomorrow.”
“Over cocktails?” my father continues his questioning.
“One cocktail,” Scott responds. “We were just about to call it a night.”
“Alright then. I’ll take Skylar home. See you tomorrow, Doctor.”
Something washes over Scott’s face. Anger? Frustration? I’m not sure which but he pushes it back and smiles.
“Goodnight, Skylar, Director Presley. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gets up from the table and I watch as he moves toward the door. He stops and takes one last look at me before exiting.
My father takes his place at the table beside me and shoots me an accusatory stare.
“Do I need to worry about this, Skylar?” he asks me.
I roll my eyes at him and huff, “Worry about what, dad? It was one drink. Please hurry. I need to be on top of my game in the morning,”
“I provided you with this opportunity so that you would have a leg up on the competition later. You need to take it seriously. Don’t start acting like a star-struck schoolgirl. Believe me, he has plenty of those swooning around the hospital. You need to set yourself apart from them. He needs to take you seriously,” he warns.
“Nobody else takes me seriously. They all think that I’m riding my father’s coattails.”
“Let them believe what they want to believe. Their opinions are worthless. His opinion is the only one that matters. Be professional, Skylar. I mean it.”
