Page 8 of Doctor Daddy

“How’s my lipstick looking? It’s not all over my face, is it?”

I ran my fingers through her soft hair. “No, you look perfectly fresh. Like I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

She patted me on my chest. “Good, let’s not tempt fate, shall we?”

I pulled her tight against me. “Fuck fate.” I kissed her again.

Back in the ballroom, it was a chore to not touch her.

“There you are,” Karen said not three minutes after we returned. “Has Brooke been behaving for you?”

I tried to not choke on my tongue.

“Thanks for keeping her out of trouble,” Peyton said.

He would castrate me if he knew exactly how much trouble I had let Brooke be.

“Doctor Mark took good care of me.” She was still playing dangerous games with me.

We looked at each other and smirked. We had taken good care of each other. I reached into my jacket and pulled out just enough of her panties to flash the red fabric at her. We two could play this game.

4

BROOKE

Apparently, no one complained about me to HR, because on Monday morning when I showed up for my first day at work, I still had the job. There were no embarrassing memos that insisted I should not complete the hiring process, and no one said one thing about me having sex with one of the doctors in the janitorial closet.

Not that mom was aware of that last one, but the way she carried on all weekend, it was like I had actually gotten drunk and danced on the tables instead of having simply worn a sexy dress while being confident in my size and shape. If she knew I had walked out of the event without the panties I had been wearing when we arrived, she would have had a coronary.

I spent the first few days watching videos and taking online quizzes all in the name of training. The videos were mind-numbing. While I understood they were important in the greater scope of everything, like sexual harassment training, and safety protocols while using the trash compactor, they had no direct impact on my job.

It was Thursday before I began training for my actual job.

“Great, someone told you to wear scrubs,” Terry, my trainer said. She made a weird all-over back and forth hand motion. “Did they mention that we have certain colors we’re expected to wear in our department?”

I shook my head. “Yeah, they told me yesterday. I had to go find scrubs immediately after I got out of here. Um…” I pulled on my top. “Do you know how hard it is to find scrubs in my size? The specialty shop I ended up in said I’d have to special order them. I thought any scrubs were better than nothing.”

She nodded with a shrug. “We’re supposed to be in pastels with gray pants, you can wear the fun prints on Fridays. This will have to do until you can get something.”

“Well, where do you get yours?”

“There’s a Scrub Hub at the mall, and some of the ladies make their own. Do you sew?”

I shook my head. I was not crafty-oriented. Sewing in Home Economics had been a particularly traumatic learning experience.

“When it’s cold you can wear plain long-sleeved T-shirts underneath. HR won’t say no to wearing appropriately colored cardigans, but no hoodies, or track jackets.”

Scrub pants were incredibly unflattering on my figure, I could only imagine how much worse they would work in a pastel color. The black ones I was currently wearing hid a multitude of fitting sins.

As we discussed scrubs, Terry led me to the round desk that would be my workstation.

“Well, this is where you’ll be.”

The desk was round and positioned in the center of the atrium between the front glass doors of the medical building, the elevator bank that led up to the medical suites, and the long walkway that connected the medical building to the main hospital. There were laminated maps taped to the desktop, and a list of all the doctors’ offices and their phone numbers. I had a phone with more buttons than I realized phones could have, a computer, and two monitors connected to cameras that pointed at the front doors and at the elevators.

“Wow, it looks like command central for a spaceship,” I said as I sat in the chair and gave it a spin.

“It has all the bells and whistles, but unfortunately no warp drive,” Terry chuckled.

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