Page 114 of The Single Dads Club
“As well as expected,” I muttered, before walking back to the woman at reception and turning in my paperwork.
Once I turned in the paperwork, I focused on thinking about anything that would tame this monster of a hard-on. The Chicago Bears, how much I hated hospitals —anything non-sexual. Nothing helped. It was full-on throbbing by the time they called me back thirty minutes later.
I had hoped for a male doctor, so we could handle this man-to-man, but as I stepped behind the curtained room and saw a young female nurse waiting for me, all my hopes went up in smoke. Rick followed me inside the small room and positioned himself in the corner to observe. I was convinced he was here for the sole purpose of having a good laugh.Fucker.
When the nurse glanced at me, her eyes widened and her breathing hitched. She looked young, too young to be a nurse, and was pretty in an innocent, sweet way that I didn’t normally go for.
“Hello. Caden Ellis?” she asked, glancing down at the clipboard she was holding. It took me a second to respond. “It’s Cade.”
“Please have a seat.” She gestured to the white-paper-covered exam table and began flipping through my chart. “My name’s Alexa. I’m a nursing student and I’ll be assisting the doctor tonight. Do you mind if I ask you a few simple questions before we move on to the hard stuff?” Her eyes shifted nervously to my lap, and I couldn’t help but grin when her eyes widened briefly.
“Sure thing.”
She nodded astutely. “Okay, let’s begin.” She sat down on the rolling stool beside me and wheeled herself closer. “Your weight?”
“Two-ten.”
“Height?”
“Six-one.”
She scribbled it down on her file. “And your age?”
“Twenty-six.”
She bit back a smile, though I didn’t really know why.
Her hair was somewhere between blonde and brown, and she had large blue eyes that matched the color of a crystal-clear sky. She was petite yet shapely, nicely filling out her blue hospital scrubs with curves in all the right places. She had a full rosebud mouth and a small upturned nose, and even in her work uniform she looked polished and put together—giving the impression she’d been raised to be poised and proper. A far cry from how I grew up.
She finished the forms and busied herself with the medical equipment to check my vitals—taking my temperature against my forehead, and placing a little oxygen-measuring thing on the end of my index finger.
Even though her presence was professional, it did nothing to help weaken my erection. In fact, I think my damn cock became even harder just to taunt me.
She placed a stethoscope over my heart and listened for several moments before jotting down a few notes. I watched her work, a smile tugging on my lips.
“So, Cade.” She smiled up at me with straight, white teeth while she attached a blood-pressure cuff to my bicep. “What seems to be the problem?”
Fuck. She was going to make me say it. “It’s there…” I tapped the clipboard she held. “On the forms I filled out in the waiting room…”
She looked down, a frown tugging on her lips. “Yes. I see that. But if you could just please explain how this happened. Is this the first time, you’ve, um…experienced this?”
“I’ve never taken performance-enhancing drugs before if that’s what you’re asking.” The words from the overplayed commercial rang through my head.“If you have an erection lasting longer than four hours, seek immediate medical help.”
I tore my eyes from the thin fabric stretched taut across her chest, but not before she caught me looking. She looked down at her chest to see what I was staring at and frowned. She pulled an oversized Q-tip I hadn’t even noticed from the pocket over her breast. “Don’t worry, I won’t be using this on you.”
That wasn’t what had captured my attention, but I was relieved to not be caught ogling her breasts. The last thing I should be doing was staring at the nurse’s tits, I needed to be thinking of dead kittens, whether the egg or chicken came first, basically anything non-sexual, but it would seem my dick thought we were here to pick up a willing participant to ease his discomfort.
Alexa worked quickly and methodically, pumping up the arm cuff and pressing her fingers into my wrist to get my pulse while she studied the ticking hands on her wristwatch. I took the opportunity to study her more closely, noticing the way her face held absolute concentration as she worked. She was trying her damnedest not to be distracted by me. It wasn’t the usual effect I had on females.
“So can you tell me more about when this problem began?” She glanced down at my forms, which I’d deliberately left vague, jotting down only the most critical issues—name, medical insurance, and oh, yeah, a painful erection. I’d been hoping to speak with a male doctor who’d seen this kind of thing before, not an attractive young nurse who was encouraging my cock to throb.
I hesitated and Rick decided he needed to divulge the information. “We were beginning to shoot and my star here got a little case of stage fright so I gave him a couple of the little blue pills I keep on hand just in case.”
Her mouth pursed into a pouty frown again as she looked from Rick back to me. I glanced down, motioning to the tense erection straining against my jeans.
“Oh, my.” Her hand flew to her mouth and she involuntarily took a step back.
Her response was so honest, so damn innocent, I almost chuckled. Almost. But the majority of my blood supply was sitting south at the moment, which delayed any normal responses.
