Page 19 of Grumpy Bossy Doctor

"Good morning Natasha," he greeted.

His voice sounded similar to Ethan’s; it had an extra effect on me.

"G…good morning," I greeted, forcing my eyes to look away.

"Your scrubs are here." He pointed at the table; there was a set of black scrubs in plastic wrapping.

"Thank you," I said as I accepted it.

"Get changed and come back for instructions," he instructed. "You can use my bathroom."

He was indeed different from Ian. While Ethan had warmth while he spoke, Ian seemed to have a cold air that just made me obey. It was strange how I enjoyed the sensation. As I walked to his bathroom, I could feel his gaze on my back, even down to my behind. He was just staring, and I felt conflicted. I even paused…it was like I wanted him to stare a little longer.

And he did.

"Is there a problem, Natasha?" he asked, startling me.

"Huh? N-no, nothing at all," I replied and quickly went into the bathroom.

"What the hell?" I asked myself as I placed my hand on my chest, my heart was beating wildly.

It wasn't right.

I love Ethan. I barely have any idea the kind of man that Ian is. I'm not supposed to be feeling like this.

With my inner turmoil, I started to take off my clothes. There was a mirror in the bathroom. I stared at my black bra and pulled it down. My nipples were already stiff.

"Just from his stare? What are you, a pervert?" I asked myself.

I stared down at my panties and started to panic. I placed my hand into them, and I could feel my wetness. I stared at my fingers in horror.

What the actual fuck?

I made a mental note to check in with the hospital gynecologist. I changed into the scrubs and came out; he was focusing on his book again.

I walked over to the front of his desk almost sheepishly, "I'm done changing."

It was weird. It felt like I needed his approval.

He raised his eyes and focused on me, "Turn."

I swallowed and did as he said. I turned slowly; I could feel him scanning my body. My waist, stomach, thighs, butt, even my bust were taken hostage. Was this okay? Wasn't this some sort of sexual harassment? I didn't mind it all.

"I knew black would look good against your skin and hair," he said as I completed my 360. "It makes the eyes shine. You're quite the catch."

"Thank you," I said.

What's this? Why are you happy that he praised you?

"Alright." He got to his feet, and ordered, "Walk with me."

I followed behind him, and he led me to a patient - young woman with a bad skin reaction.

I made my diagnosis and applied some medication, then gave her a prescription for the pharmacy. It was a simple job.

"You'll be working on jobs like this," Ian said. "I look forward to seeing all you'll accomplish with your time here."

"Thank you, Ian," I replied.

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