Page 15 of Bossy Playboy Doctor

"This morning?" I raised a brow. "Is this a tri-dose thing? Morning, afternoon, and night?"

"Maybe," she smirked. "Now let's get back to work."

"Right," I nodded.

"You know, I'm actually grateful for my work experience here," she said as I sat down. "I've gotten to learn way more than I expected. You may be a clumsy man, but you're a good teacher."

When has anyone ever praised me for just being me?

"The clumsiness doesn't put you off?" I asked.

"Why would it?" she asked. "Well at first it was annoying, but now it gives you a cute gap you know?"

"What's a cute gap?" I inquired.

"For instance, a guy who looks like a murderer or something, with a lot of cuts and scars on his body, who turns out to like petting bunnies and kittens," she explained. "It's like you. Strong, focused, determined, and kind, but clumsy in everything else. It feels good to know that someone as perfect as you has a weakness like clumsiness."

Did she just call me perfect?

My heart stopped and started to pound again.

What was this feeling?

Why is she doing this much damage to me with little to no effort?

"You're amazing Stacy," I admitted, "You really are."

"Thank you," she said. "By the way, you have an appointment in the next few minutes."

"With whom?" I asked.

"Uh…" she picked up the book of appointments and flipped through.

There was a knock on the door, startling us.

"Come in," I called out.

"Is the doctor in?" a familiar voice asked as she made her way in.

"Oh my goodness; it's Gabrielle Rodriguez." Stacy's eyes brightened.

Everyone knew Gabrielle, she was an international star after all. Normally, I'd be excited to see her. But I wasn't. If anything, I felt like she was intruding on my moment.

"Nice to meet you," Gabrielle said with pride. "I take it you're a fan?"

"I am!" Stacy replied with excitement. "I envy you. You're so fit, tall, and model-looking. I wish I looked that good."

Stacy was underestimating herself, she looked a lot better than Gabrielle. The slightly offended look on Gabrielle's face told me that she was thinking the same thing.

"You don't look bad at all," Gabrielle remarked.

"Really?" Stacy asked as she touched her waist and slowly went down to her ass.

Wait, is she…?

She gave it a little squeeze, "I don't know if guys are really into shorter, slightly curvy girls. So, it makes me a little insecure."

Gabrielle's eyes met mine, and I looked away. I had a feeling that Stacy was directly teasing me.

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