Page 8 of Taking Her Medicine

“College followed by four years of medical school and four years of residency.”

“Sounds difficult.” I stared up into his face. “To get back to what you said, I trust you, Aaron, or I wouldn’t have come here no matter how sick I was.”

“I’ll take you at your word.” He checked my pulse and offered his hand. “Sit up slowly.”

As I rose up, I couldn’t help but stare at him the entire time, the intensity in his gaze causing goosebumps to prickle down my neck. The desire to kiss him returned, but I made a mental note to make his favorite red velvet brownies when I was feeling better as my way of repaying his kindness. “I’m going to replay this whole day in my head over and over again.”

He licked his lips as if some filthy thought played across his head, but the rest of his expression stayed professional. “What time do you normally go to bed?”

“Uh, well, I don’t have a daddy setting a bedtime for me.” I clapped my hands over my mouth to stop anything else from falling out.

Why did I say that?

No, we weren’t getting into the other stuff I was into, namely a stern daddy who set bedtimes along with other rules. I shared enough of my desires for one day.

“You are utterly adorable, sweetheart.”

His Australian accent sounded thicker with that one phrase and it melted my insides. He grew up mostly in London and Boston, staying with host families so his accent was less pronounced than someone who lived there all his life, but his tone turned me into a melty pile of goo all the same.

I slid off the table, needing to put distance between us. “I should probably go to bed earlier than I normally do.”

“Yes, you should. Why don’t I stop by around eight?”

“Two house calls in one day? Lucky me.”

“I want you to feel better.”

“Yeah, I’ll be home,” I mused. But we both knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’ll see you then. Be sure to take all the paperwork. I included Dr. Baldwin’s information. She is across the street, so be sure to call her and get an appointment for a physical and a Pap. I have a feeling you haven’t kept up with any of your annual tests.”

“Oh.” I dropped my gaze from his watchful stare. He knew me—and my neglectful tendencies when it came to myself and my needs—all too well.

“I sent her a message already. She’s expecting a call.”

“I’ll get around to it eventually.” I raised my head, mesmerized by the two deep blue eyes locked on mine. I could stare into them all day if he let me, but his scrutiny left me vulnerable.

“You should get around to it sooner rather than later.” Aaron waggled his eyebrows and I couldn’t help but smile. He cared about my health more than I did. “Once you meet her, I’m fairly certain you’ll look forward to regular visits. She’s absolutely wonderful with patients of all ages, but her specialty is with someone like you—a person who’s dealt with bad experiences.”

“Thanks, Aaron.” I stared at him for a moment, stunned at how today had unfolded. He had been thinking about me as much as I had been thinking about him. “I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.” He reached around me and twirled open the door. His arm brushed mine as he straightened to allow me to leave first. “Feel better.”

* * *

I took a bath when I got home from the clinic and paid extra attention to my lady bush, which had been getting out of control as of late. I wasn’t feeling well enough to do anything about my legs or any other parts of me that needed shaving, but at least I had trimmed and moisturized. I had challenged Aaron at the office, but I wasn’t entirely convinced he would come over again. I’d already seen him more times in one day than I had in the past month.

Two knocks sounded at my backdoor at eight o’clock on the dot. I answered the door feeling much better than I had that afternoon. His scrubs had been replaced with a brown leather jacket, blue long-sleeve shirt, black jeans and sneakers. He looked good enough to eat and my mouth watered at the sight. I wished my clothing choices had been more revealing than unicorn and rainbow pajama bottoms paired with a bright pink camisole. At least my panties matched the outfit. Aaron promised in no uncertain terms that he would be checking my temperature in the same way he had done earlier and I selected my favorite panties, pink with polka dots, to highlight the area he’d be getting intimate with. “Hey, Aaron.”

“Hi.” He came inside and I locked the door behind us. “Are you feeling any better?”

“A little bit. How was the rest of your day?”

“Not as fun as the first part.” He pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. “You still feel warm. Let’s see if your fever’s gone down, and then we can talk.”

“We don’t have to check it,” I stammered out. I had been quite bold in his office, but I wasn’t feeling so brave with him standing in my kitchen.

“You had the option to check it yourself and you refused. Remember?”

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