Page 15 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

“What do you know about him?”

I pop another piece of popcorn into my mouth. “Nothing. I just met the man today.”

She turns to face me, pulling her feet up beneath her. “Dr. Cole used to be married.”

“Oh?”

She nods. “And from what I’ve heard, she this gorgeous woman who was perfect in every way. They met soon after he moved to the city to take a position at the hospital. Love at first sight. They went from being strangers to serious dating to getting married.”

“Wow.”

“I guess after they got married, they tried to start a family for a long time, but it never happened. So, Dr. Cole’s wife went to find out if some medical problem was keeping her from conceiving. I don’t know the exact diagnosis, but she found out that if she got pregnant, it could be fatal for her, so they decided not to have children.”

“Wow, that’s sad.”

She nods. “Yeah. I don’t know everything that happened, just what I’ve been told. I guess at some point, years later, she felt unfulfilled. She didn’t have anywhere else to go in her career, she’d topped out, and she was still young. Not having kids helped her climb the corporate ladder quickly. She got bored just living for work and only being a wife. She wanted to be a mother. So, she talked Dr. Cole into trying for kids again. At first, he resisted because he didn’t want anything to happen to her, and he knew how hard she’d take it if she got pregnant and lost the baby. But she kept on him about it until he gave in.”

“Oh no,” I breathe.

“I guess things were fine for a while. But then, he came home from work one evening to find her on the floor, covered in blood. He called an ambulance, but…” She shakes her head.

I gasp, my hand moving up to cover my mouth. “Did she?”

She nods. “The baby, too.”

My eyes fill with tears. “Oh my gosh.”

“I know. So sad.” She purses her lips and takes a breath. “I didn’t know him then. I’ve only known this version, and he’s not like anything you’re telling me. He’s very impatient, gruff, and to the point. He doesn’t care about being polite or hurting anyone’s feelings. And he gets away with it because he’s one hell of a doctor. Everyone knows what he’s been through, and they’ve just accepted that this is who he is now.”

I wipe the unshed tears from my eyes. “So, why do you think he’s different with me?”

She shrugs. “No idea. Maybe he sees something in you. Or maybe you remind him of someone?”

I pass the bowl back. “I’m going to take a shower. It’s been a long-ass day. I thought I’d be happy getting out of school, but now, I’m glad I have class tomorrow.” I laugh as I stand, moving through the living room and down the hallway to my bedroom. I kick off my shoes, take out my earrings, and remove the braidfrom my hair. I strip out of my scrubs and pull on my robe to head to the bathroom. Inside, I turn the shower on and drop my robe, stepping inside where the hot water immediately starts to relieve some stress. I dip my head back and let it run over my hair as the outside world falls away. My eyes close and thoughts of him fill my mind.

I picture the way he looked at me today, and how his eyes darkened and his Adam’s apple bobbed. I think of the way he made my blood warm from his shoulder touching mine, and my stomach muscles clench as a tingle washes through me. The junction between my legs begins to throb, and then my blood runs cold, and my eyes pop open.

What am I doing?

I can’t have a crush on my superior.

In my twenty-four years of life, there’s never been a man I couldn’t resist. Nobody has ever gotten under my skin. I never understood why girls would do anything to be with a boy. In fact, I made it a goal to stay away from boys for as long as I could. When you were raised the way I was, boys were not a good thing.

My father ran off and left my mother when she found out she was pregnant with me. She struggled to provide for us, and our life was anything but stable. We moved almost every month because it was nearly impossible for her to keep up with rent. At one point, we slept in the car and had to move it from one parking spot to another to avoid parking tickets. Things got easier as I got older, though. I took care of myself more, and that freed up more time for her to work. But that’s also when she started a long line of men. Some of them were okay, but most were addicts who abused her. It’s because of the things I saw growing up that I vowed to stay away from men and to work hard so I never had to worry about being homeless again. My only goal in life is to not turn into my mother.

Yet, here I am, my first day on the job, and I’m already lusting after my boss. I don’t even know what about him draws me in. He’s much older than me, and I’ve never had a thing for older men. Maybe it’s just a mixture of being tired and stressed, and having him sit and talk with me today. We had an emotional connection during that conversation. Maybe that’s what I feel. It isn’t sexual; it’s emotional. He made contact at a moment when I needed someone.

But if it isn’t sexual, why can I feel my heartbeat between my thighs?

Maybe because I’m a twenty-four-year-old virgin. Even if I’ve avoided sleeping with someone to protect my future, I’m still a woman with needs. Maybe I need to do some research on virgin women and the links to emotional support and sexual awareness. Or I could just push all of this from my mind and keep my eye on the prize like I always have. It’s gotten me this far.

***

“There you are. How did yesterday go?” my friend Tray asks as he steps into the coffee line behind me.

I roll my eyes. “Not good. I crashed and burned, but I’m going back tomorrow with my head held high. I made a crappy first impression, but I’m going to pull myself together and show them that I belong there and can handle my shit.”

He smiles. “Good for you.”

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