Page 22 of Doctor Daddy

“Speaking. How may I assist you this morning?”

“I’m calling from Dr. Bryant’s office.”

“I should probably mention that these calls are frequently monitored for quality control. So, Dr. Bryant might want to be aware of that.”

“I will keep that in mind. I was calling to confirm an appointment Brooke promised to make.” He paused and I heard him chuckle. “For a full examination. She requested an after-hours appointment, I believe?”

He was using that low and gravelly voice that completely flipped my switches. I did not need to get all hot and bothered while at work, but that is where he was taking me.

“Yes, that’s right. After hours.” I shook my head.

“Could you text that information to my phone?” I gave him my number. “I have a guest that needs my assistance.”

“Oh, I’ll text you all right.”

I gulped. I hung up the phone. I didn’t have anyone at my desk, I just couldn’t think straight to do this properly. I was going to say something wrong and with my luck, it would be the tape my bosses would pull to see if I was doing my job properly.

My phone buzzed with a text. I peaked at it. Having my phone out and sitting on the desk was frowned upon, but I could check it.

I smiled when I saw that it was Mark.

“Appointment confirmation. Type Y to confirm.” He listed Wednesday night for dinner and put his address as the location.

I put my elbows close together on the desk and leaned forward. I pulled my collar down and snapped a quick picture of my cleavage. I sent it as my reply.

“Thank you for indicating areas of concern that will receive extra attention at your appointment.”

“Y.” I giggled and put the phone away. I was tempted to text him some other pictures. But I couldn’t take anything too racy while at work. But after I got off work, that was a different story.

Work distracted me from my sexy plot of snapping random body parts and texting them to Mark for the next two days until our date. Linda was hustling me out of the chair, telling me it was time to clock out before I realized it.

I wanted to doddle in case Mark came out for a late lunch.

My phone buzzed with a text. I bit my lip and hoped it was something naughty from Mark.

“Where are you?” Shit, it was Angela. We had a lunch date, and I was late.

“Order for me,” I texted back.

She looked annoyed by the time I got to the burrito shop.

“What took you so long?”

“Sorry. I clocked out late. Things got a little crazy at work.”

“Crazy? Like everyone needed information all at once?”

I swallowed and made a guilty expression. “Crazy as in I got distracted by flirting with my doctor.”

Angela’s eyebrows went up. “Your doctor? You mean the one you got inappropriate with at the party, not one where you’re an actual patient, right?”

“Right, the one I hooked up with. We had a date on Saturday.”

“So, I guess it went well, right?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“I was brilliant. I left him drooling at the restaurant. And then I went home and took a long cold shower if you know what I mean.”

She gasped. “You didn’t?”

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