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“That’s my plan, dad.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence in the car as my father drives me home. He’s made me look like a silly child in front of my new mentor, but more than that, he embarrassed me in front of the most attractive man that I’ve ever met.
When we arrive home, I storm up the stairs to my room and slam the door. I know it’s juvenile of me but I’m a bundled-up mess of mixed emotions and raging hormones, and I have no idea how to stop it. I run myself a cool shower and step inside, letting the water run through my hair and down my back. The temperature gives me goosebumps, but I’m starting to think more clearly.
If I’m going to work with Scott without making a fool out of myself, I’ll have to figure out how to control these crazy urges, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hop into a cold shower every time he smiles or brushes against me.
3
PREPPING THE INTERNS
SCOTT
On day one of this circus, the doctors need to go to the conference room for introductions and to escort their interns to their designated areas. I’m the last to arrive because I was up half the night having dirty thoughts about my new intern. I slip into the room and stand against the wall by the door. Skylar is seated in the first row, and she smiles when she sees me. I have to look down to make sure my lab coat is covering my crotch just in case.
I scan the room as the speaker drones on about hospital policy and safety protocol and notice a small cluster of interns whispering and motioning in Skylar’s direction. They’re behind her so she’s oblivious to their ridicule, but I can see them and my blood begins to boil. Who do they think they are? The spiteful little shits. I step further into the room, with my eyes laser-focused and burning holes into their pompous little skulls, but they haven’t noticed my scowl. Before I realize what I’m doing, I find myself standing directly in front of them, glaring down at them like a ravenous monster about to make a meal of them.
“Sorry, Doctor. We’ll keep it down,” the boldest, smirking blonde beta boy says, breaking the silence.
“You’ll change the subject, you mean, right?” I warn him.
He stares wide-eyed and confused, wondering how I zeroed in on the subject of their hatefulness, and nods his head. I feel eyes on my neck and turn around to find Skylar looking bewildered. I wink at her and move back to my place against the wall.
The meeting ends and I collect my lovely intern. My temper is still up from the commotion in the meeting room, and I breathe deeply in an attempt to slow my heart rate, but my attempts are futile. She’s causing a different kind of pressure to build in my veins.
“What was that all about?” she asks me.
“What?”
“In there. What did those guys do to upset you?” she presses me.
“It was nothing. They were being disrespectful. Not a good way to start the first day of the rotation,” I trivialize the event because I don’t want her to know that she was the brunt of their disrespect.
“Okay. Where do we start today?”
“We start with getting you dressed so we can meet with our pre-op patients. We have two today,” I answer while escorting her to the female locker room on the surgical floor.
I push the locker room door open and shout, “Hello? Is the room occupied?”
When there’s no answer, I step inside with her and guide her to the locker where the laundry woman has left her scrubs and lab coat.
“This is your uniform. Keep the coat, it’s the only one you get. Drop the scrubs in the hamper each night and the laundry crew will pick them up and leave you a new pair in the morning,” I explain.
She takes the items and sets them down on the wooden bench that runs between the rows of lockers. I know that I should leave but I can’t seem to make my legs move. I just stand and stare, hoping she’ll strip down to her panties in front of me.
“Should I change now or…” she asks, confused by my lack of motion.
I almost falter and excuse myself but the rush of blood to my lower extremities emboldens me a little and I say, “Yes. I want you to change now.”
Her cheeks fill with color, and she tilts her head to the side. I expect that, at any second, she’ll tell me to get out but she doesn’t. She grins and raises her top over her head, showing me her tanned, full tits covered only by a pink lace bra. Her nipples are hard and pressing against it. I lick my lips as I imagine burying my face between them. She stands still for a moment, allowing me to collect a visual record of her breast then puts on the green scrub shirt. It disappoints me. I hoped that she would take off her skirt before covering her ample bust.
She slides her skirt off and steps out of it. I trace her toned legs from ankle to hip, spying just a glimpse of the hot pink thong that peeks out from under the scrub top. She picks up the pants and prepares to put them on, but I haven’t had my fill yet so I grab her by the hips and spin her around to get a look at her firm, round ass. She lets out a long, loud gasp but doesn’t protest so I cup her cheeks in my hands and squeeze, causing her to whimper. Sensing her arousal, I smack her sweet ass and watch the jiggling after-effect. She laughs and turns to face me, holding her pants like some sort of security blanket.
I step in close, backing her against the locker, and use my arms to pin her there. I look down into her pleading eyes and whisper hoarsely, “Next time I see you take your clothes off, I’m not gonna stop at just a slap on the ass. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” her response is breathy and teeming with desire. She tilts her head upward just begging me to plant my lips on her mouth so I do.
Our first kiss ignites a fire within me and I press my body against hers so she can get a sense of what’s waiting for her. My cock rubs against her tiny thong, and she tilts her hips to get a better feel of it. I want to lift her off her feet and give her the giant that’s waiting in my pants to consume her, but I know I can’t do that here. I’ve already taken a risk by playing with her out in the open. Although I must confess, the idea of possibly being seen like this makes resisting the urge to fuck her even more difficult.
