Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I can see she stated that to the nurses at the front desk in her chart on my lap, but I nod and turn my gaze to her while trying to appear professional. With this hard-on, it’s pretty damn fucking difficult. “Why do you think you have the coronavirus?”
She sighs and fiddles with her fingers, tapping them on her leg rhythmically. “Well, to be honest with you, I don’t think I have the virus. But everyone else in my life thinks I do.”
I nod. Everyone has been extremely paranoid in Camdale, but the virus has yet to infiltrate our private community in rural Maine. “What are your symptoms?”
“Sneezing, a headache, and I have a bit of a fever,” she reveals while biting her pink lips. She’s not looking at me. Instead, she looks at the door, the floor, and even the walls.
I make her nervous, I think to myself. I grin at the realization, my heart hammering with lust and curiosity even as my brain tries to keep me on an even keel.
“I think you were smart to come in, but if you haven’t traveled outside of Camdale in the past few days or had contact with anyone outside of Camdale, then it’s unlikely you have coronavirus.”
She nods in understanding, fiddling with the mask on her face. “I understand, but everyone says I should get tested anyways. By the way, I thought the ER would be packed since we’re in the middle of a pandemic?”
I smile.
“Ironically, we haven’t been busy the last few weeks. There were a couple of busy days with patients coming in with non-virus related symptoms, but other than that, it’s pretty slow.”
She looks at me shyly.
“But there haven’t been any cases in Camdale, right?”
I shake my head.
“Even if there were some cases in Camdale, I doubt that it would be widespread. Camdale is very rural, so the rate of transmission is lower for us than more urban cities. It’s pretty safe here.”
She nods with agreement.
“Trust me, I know I don’t have the virus,” she says. “It’s everyone else that’s the problem.”
“You know you don’t have the virus, but you still came to the emergency room?” I ask with a knowing smile.
“Yeah,” she sighs, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m doing this so everyone will stop staring at me like a dragon with three heads everytime I sneeze. It would make other people feel better and safer if my test comes back negative.”
I nod.
“That’s incredibly caring of you.”
She snorts a bit, which I find adorable.
“Caring is the least of it. It’s more because I don’t want to become the office pariah. And oh, my mom won’t stop calling unless I get tested.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Clearly, not only is this woman utterly gorgeous, but she’s intelligent with a sense of humor too.
“I’m going to check your temperature,” I stay, standing from my stool and going to the cabinet above the sink to retrieve the thermometer. Tool in hand, I stand before Olivia’s knees and press the object against her head.
Unfortunately, the proximity is too much. I can’t help but be aware of those huge, heaving breasts and her tiny waist. A tendril of her hair escapes her ponytail and falls gently against my wrist. The silken caress is my undoing. I stare at Olivia’s plump, full lips and imagine them kissing every part of my body with ravenous intent. What would that feel like? I lick my lips hungrily and her eyes flicker to my mouth, her eyes flaring as she senses my hunger.
But then, the damn thermometer jolts us out of our passionate trance with its insistent beeping. Shit. I look at the numbers on the object. 98.8. No fever.
“You’re normal,” I say, willing my voice to remain steady. I seize the moment to return to safety by the sink. There’s disappointment in her eyes, but I can’t hit on a patient while I’m literally taking her temperature. “Whatever fever you had is gone now.”
She nods her head. “That’s good, right? That means I definitely don’t have the virus.”
I shrug and sit back in the stool, willing my heart to stop pounding. “Well, not everyone will develop a fever. This virus is still a mystery to professionals in the medical field. Have you been coughing or having trouble breathing? Chest pain?”
Olivia shakes her head no.
“That’s good, but I still want to do a more extensive check on you, if that’s okay?”
My comment is meant to be a little suggestive and she picks up on it, her eyebrows lifting a bit with my sudden boldness. To be honest, I don’t know where my aggression came from either. I’m usually reserved and conservative when it comes to female patients, but Olivia makes me lose all sense of reality. I’m filled with a need that can’t be ignored.
“Sure, no problem doctor,” she coos. “I’m at your disposal.”