Page 31 of Aching for His Discretion

You’re always thinking, Tesoro. Thinking about what?

Looking at his message, I debated whether or not I wanted to tell him what really had happened.

I had a dream.

About?

...

Teegan.

… It’s embarrassing.

I promise not to say anything that would make you feel worse.

Sighing heavily, I typed the message out, biting my lip as I bravely pressed send, my cheeks growing red in the process.

We… were doing… you know.

I don’t know, Tesoro. Enlighten me, will you?

You said you wouldn’t make me feel embarrassed!!

Again, Tesoro, I have no clue what we are talking about.

There he goes with his manipulation tactics. He’s playing dumb. He definitely knows what I mean!

We were having… sex.

I anxiously took a bite of my bagel once again as I waited for his reply. Feeling like I had ruined everything, I had the sudden urge to throw my phone against the wall and plan on switching countries… when he responded.

Were we?

He asked almost teasingly, and I bit my lip as I replied.

Yeah... it was very vivid and... intense, if you will.

How so?

It was very... rough.

I felt rather bold for exposing my sinful dreams in such a manner. He didn’t respond for a few moments, but soon he’d sent another message, causing my eyes to practically shoot out of their sockets.

Was your little pussy happy?

I basically threw my phone across the room as my face went completely red, and it landed on the carpet, thankfully.

My pager buzzed on my hip as I was supposedly done with my break. I went over to my phone and forced it into my pocket before leaving the room, ready for my next case. I tried to blank out the message he’d sent, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Reaching my physician resident, I smiled as he handed me a chart of his patients.

“We have a few natural births occurring in the next few hours, but I want you to come to assist me in my next cesarean section.”

My eyes bugged out for the millionth time today, and I pointed to myself as if I was lost.

“M-me?”

“Yes, you, Teegan. The mother is a thirty-nine-year-old woman with four children. She has a condition in which her blood pressure is elevated, which prevents the placenta from getting the proper amount of blood needed and decreases oxygen flow to the baby. What is your diagnosis?”

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