Page 197 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Yes. Tami makes sure of that,” Melissa assured him. The urgent care had also been concerned about this. She knew that was the right answer.

“You’ve double-checked on that?” Dr. Richards asked, looking at Rocky.

“I have not, but I will today,” he assured the doctor, looking serious.

Melissa knew there was nothing she could say to dissuade that conversation from happening. She took another bite of cookie and smiled. They were fantastic.

“Step up on the scale, Melissa,” Dr. Richards instructed.

When she hesitated, Rocky plucked the last bites of the cookies from her hand and placed them on the paper towel Dr. Richards provided for him. “Come on, Lissy. You don’t weigh as much as my left leg does.”

Laughing at the image of sitting on a scale balanced with one of Rocky’s muscular limbs, Melissa followed the directions and allowed Dr. Richards to weigh and measure her height. He paused for a minute as he lowered the lever down to her head and then pressed his hand against her forehead.

“You’re running a fever, little girl. I’ll need to check your temperature. Lean over the exam table,” the doctor said with a concerned look at Rocky.

“I thought so as well. I don’t have a thermometer at home. Do you recommend one for Littles?” Rocky asked.

“I’ll start a pile of supplies for you. Just the basics now. I’ll want to see Melissa for a full physical when her arm is better. I have a feeling it’s been a while since she’s had one.”

“I don’t use my insurance. Tami’s so good to me. I don’t want to cost her money,” Melissa whispered.

“She needs her employees to be in good shape. You have a physical job. That’s why she gives you health insurance, right? So you can use it if you need it?” Dr. Richards asked as he opened a cabinet to pull down a tray and started loading it with supplies.

Melissa looked at the thick thermometer and knew her eyes widened. That was bigger than she’d ever seen. The next thing he grabbed was a tube of lubricant and he squeezed a dollop out on a gauze square.What’s that for?

“Rocky, if you’ll help pull down Melissa’s leggings and panties.”

“What?” She looked at the big thermometer Dr. Richards now applied lubricant to and tried to back away from the exam table. He didn’t mean to…

“None of that, little girl.” Rocky quickly lowered her garments to her ankles before easily lifting her to dangle over the padded table. He held her in place with one hand on the middle of her back as he brushed her hair out of her eyes. “We’re here to get you well. Dr. Richards needs to get the most accurate reading.”

“You’ll feel me touch you now, Melissa,” Dr. Richards warned as he smoothed a gloved hand over her bottom before spreading her buttocks and applying a dab of cold lubricant to that small opening hidden there. “Good girl. Now the thermometer.”

Melissa dropped her forehead down to the cool surface below her. She shivered at the feel of the cold instrument inside her and the feel of the air-conditioned air wafting over her bare skin. Embarrassed, but feeling so bad nothing really mattered. She trusted her friends, and Rocky and Zoey wouldn’t steer her wrong.

“Okay, Rocky. Let’s get her redressed and Melissa can take a seat on the exam table.”

A few minutes later, she leaned against her Daddy’s broad chest as Dr. Richards looked at her arm. She closed her eyes at the sight of his concerned face. She’d really screwed everything up.

“Little girl, I’m worried about this arm. You have an infection setting in and some stitches tore when you fell. I’m going to deaden your arm and clean everything up. Rocky, do you know what antibiotics she’s taking?”

She felt Rocky shift to pull his phone out of his pocket. Peeking from under her lashes, she watched him pull up a picture and show Dr. Richards. He was so smart. She wouldn’t have thought of that.

“Perfect. Thank you.” Dr. Richards paused and looked at Melissa. “Little girl, I’m going to make this as pain-free as possible, but it’s going to hurt in a few places. Would you like some medicine to distract your brain?”

Melissa nodded immediately. Now that she’d seen what was under the bandage, she knew why it was bleeding. “I get panicky when things are tough,” she admitted.

“Many people do. It’s normal.”

Dr. Richards turned and opened a drawer. He pulled out something wrapped in plastic and tore it open to reveal a pacifier that was candy on the part that fit into your mouth. “This medicine will absorb into your body as you suck on it. Zoey says it tastes like vanilla ice cream. See what you think.” He held it to her mouth and waited for her to open and accept it.

“Mmm!” Melissa said around the medicated candy. It did taste like vanilla ice cream. Or maybe whipped cream. The good kind that was made from scratch.

She settled against Rocky’s body to decide. Her tongue ran over the bulb to appreciate its flavor. Melissa realized Dr. Richards was preparing a shot, but for some reason, it really didn’t matter.

Popping the pacifier out of her mouth, she reported, “This is good. Are you going to fix my arm now?”

“Yes, Melissa. How do you feel?” Dr. Richards asked.

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