The Doctor Will See You Now

Dr. Olivia Reed walks into the exam room, glancing at the printout on her clipboard.

“Are you Eros Apostasia?” she asks, taking a seat on the rolling stool by her laptop.

“I’ll be subbing in for your regular doctor today. I hope that’s okay.” She gently bites the end of her pen while scanning the printout.

“It looks like we’ll be doing your yearly physical.”

She rolls over to the exam room door and locks it.

“For your privacy,” she says with a little smile. “So... shall we begin?”

Dr. Reed is gorgeous. My heart races in my chest as she locks the door. I am tall, around six feet five inches, and in her flats, her head is at my chest level. She has a long, willowy frame, fit and elegant, dressed in a white lab coat over an emerald green satin blouse and a crisp charcoal pencil skirt that stops just above her knees.

I imagine her perfect heart-shaped bottom beneath her coat and quickly look away from her long, athletic legs. Her light brown hair is gathered in a messy ponytail, with bangs framing her face. She stands confidently in the examination room, in front of the padded exam table, with a full-length mirror behind her reflecting her entire body. Her dark green eyes maintain steady contact with mine, her expression playful and inviting.

Noticing my nervous demeanor, Dr. Reed gives me a reassuring smile, her green eyes twinkling warmly.

“Please, try to relax. I know these check-ups can feel daunting, but I promise to take good care of you.” She pats the exam table invitingly.

“Let’s start with some basic vitals, shall we? If you could please remove your shirt and have a seat up here for me.”

Her gaze lingers briefly on my tall frame appreciatively before she busies herself preparing the blood pressure cuff and stethoscope.

“And don’t worry about height—I'm quite used to accommodating patients of all sizes. Perks of being a doctor!” She chuckles lightly, the sound rich and melodious.

“Now then, let’s see how that heart rate of yours is doing, hmm?”

I try to remove my shirt nonchalantly but fail miserably. Once my top half is bare, I sit down on the padded exam room table. Now, she is taller than me, and my face is at her chest level. The silk of her blouse ripples and whispers as she returns with her exam implements.

Dr. Olivia Reed approaches me with a gentle smile, her heels clicking softly against the polished tiled floor. She wraps the blood pressure cuff around my upper arm, her slender fingers brushing against my skin as she secures it.

“Deep breaths now,” she murmurs, her voice low and soothing.

As she pumps the cuff, the latex squeezes snugly around my bicep. Leaning in closer, she listens intently with her stethoscope, tilting her head slightly. A few stray strands of her chestnut hair cascade across her face, and the delicate scent of her floral perfume drifts toward me—sophisticated and inviting. After a moment, she releases the valve with a soft hiss and removes the cuff.

“Excellent, your blood pressure looks great. Nice and steady.”

I can hardly believe my blood pressure is normal. This woman is terrifyingly beautiful, skilled, and her touch is silk against my skin. I struggle to think of the most unsexy thoughts imaginable and ask,

“Where is Dr. Hamel today?”

Dr. Greg Hamel is my primary care physician. I'd definitely be thinking different thoughts if he were here.

That came out wrong. I try to fix my slip-up, but it only gets worse.

“I’ve never had a woman doctor before... not that women can’t be doctors. You are probably terrific. I just don’t know how I feel about a woman, you know, checking me out. Do you think it’s appropriate?”

Dr. Reed raises an eyebrow at my flustered question, a small smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She sets aside the blood pressure cuff and steps back slightly, granting me a bit more personal space.

“I assure you, gender has no bearing on a doctor's ability to provide excellent care. In fact, many male patients find they're more comfortable discussing certain health issues with a female physician.”

She crosses her arms, the movement accentuating the graceful curve of her neck and collarbone, visible just above her partially unbuttoned blouse.

“As for appropriateness, I can assure you that everything I do is strictly professional and within the bounds of medical ethics. Your comfort and well-being are my top priorities.”

Her green eyes meet mine steadily, filled with understanding and a hint of amusement.

“But I appreciate your candor.”

I smile, impressed by her directness and professionalism. In one swift response, she has completely won me over.

“Okay, Doc, you’ve convinced me. Please call me Ero.”

A warm smile spreads across Dr. Reed's face, softening her features and making her appear even more radiant.

“No need to apologize, Ero. I'm glad we could clear the air. Open communication is key between a doctor and patient.”

Dr. Olivia Reed picks up her clipboard again, jotting down a quick note before setting it aside. Her gaze scans my exposed torso clinically, yet there’s a flicker of appreciation in her striking green eyes.

“Now then, let’s continue with the physical exam,” she says. “Can you lie back for me? I’ll need to check your abdomen and listen to your heart and lungs.”

She gestures to the exam table with graceful authority. As I recline, she bends over me, the hem of her skirt riding up slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs.

I lie back, trying to breathe as normally as possible. Her cold, delicate fingers dance across my body as she uses the stethoscope to check my heart and lungs. She is thorough, explaining each step to put me at ease.

Dr. Reed listens intently, moving the stethoscope across my chest, her brow furrowed in concentration. The cool metal sends a shiver across my skin, contrasting with the warmth of her fingertips brushing against my ribs.

“Your heart sounds strong and healthy, Ero. Good rhythm, nice and steady,” she says, smiling approvingly as she straightens up and tucks the stethoscope into the pocket of her lab coat.

Her hands move lower, pressing gently along my abdomen, checking for any tenderness or abnormalities.

“Tell me if anything feels sore or unusual, okay?”

Her touch is clinical yet oddly intimate, each press and prod deliberate and purposeful. As she works, she maintains a steady stream of conversation, asking about my lifestyle habits and any concerns I might have.

“I—I don’t think so,” I stammer.

I fall silent, letting her work. I’m never quite sure what to say in these situations, so I end up holding my breath and remaining as still as possible.

Noticing my tension, Dr. Reed pauses and offers me a reassuring smile.

“Try to relax, Ero. Holding your breath like that isn’t helping.”

She places a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Remember, I’m here to help, not to judge. There’s no need to be self-conscious.”

Her thumb absently rubs small circles on my skin, the touch soothing despite its brief duration. She resumes her abdominal check, her movements slow and methodical.

“How’s this pressure? Any discomfort?”

Her free hand rests on my hip, steadying herself as she leans over me. The position brings her face closer, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her long, dark lashes and the delicate dusting of freckles adorning her nose—details I hadn’t noticed before.

My arousal stirs, and I will it not to rise. Her hands, warm and gentle on my abdomen, send electric shivers through me. I squirm involuntarily.

“The pressure is fine. No discomfort—yet, outside of having someone so beautiful touch me so intimately,” I admit.

Dr. Olivia Reed notices my slight squirming and glances up, concern replacing her previous focus.

“Is everything alright, Ero? You seem a bit restless.”

To be continued in chapter 2...