Alex brandished his hands in exasperation. “You need to see a doctor.”
“No way. I’m fine.”
“How about a private physician? I could call Dr Adam in here and you won’t have to go to the hospital.” He sidled across the bed and suffocated her with a bear hug. “Please, Bea? I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you and I failed at that.”
She melted instantly. “I don’t need to go to the hospital?”
“No. Dr Adam will come here to examine you.”
“Well, okay then.”
Alex kissed her then rose. “I’ll take a shower then I’ll call Dr Adam.”
Bea tidied up the bed and pulled the comforter to cover the stains on the sheet while Alex was taking a shower. She retrieved her clothes from the living room. She put on her oversized T-shirt and tossed the rest in the hamper in Alex’s closet. She also picked up Alex’s clothes that were strewn on the floor and folded them neatly. His pants and sports jacket would need to be dry cleaned. His underthings—probably not.
Alex came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was wet and looked absolutely yummy. Bea chased away the lusty thoughts.
“You can walk?”
It was just a hazard of a hard fuck. No biggie. “I’m fine, Alex. Cut it out.”
He hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m going to call Dr Adam now.”
“And I’m going to take a shower.”
“All right.”
Bea took a super-long shower. She shampooed and lathered twice to wash away the remnants of their love-making last night. As she got dressed in clean clothes, she heard Alex talking to someone in the bedroom. She thought he was speaking on the phone. She was mistaken. Apparently, the doctor had arrived. That was fast.
“Bea, this is Dr Adam. He’ll examine you,” Alex said. “I’ll be in the living room in the meantime.” He stalked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
The doctor was a kind-looking man, about fifty with a receding hairline and slender build. Behind his oval-framed glasses, his eyes were startling blue. He had his medical bag on the bed. “Ms Summer, Mr Larousse told me what happened. Why don’t we have a look and I’ll do a quick examination.”
Gah. This is so embarrassing. “Okay.” Bea motioned at her clothes. “Do I need to take off everything?”
“Just your bottom half, Ms Summer.”
She took off her pants and panties. Dr Adam donned a pair of latex gloves. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“I believe this is your first sexual intercourse experience?”
Heat burned her face. “Yes.”
“Do you have any pain now?”
“No.”
Dr Adam proceeded with the examination.
Damn, Alex, I want to kick his ass for putting me through this. Bea clenched her teeth. She had never even been to an ob/gyn before. Mostly because she didn’t have money, plus she didn’t need one because she’d never had sex.
“Well.” Dr Adam finished with his examination and peeled off his gloves. “Your hymen was ruptured, but you don’t have any tears like Mr Larousse was worried about. Only slight bruises and hairline lacerations. I recommend avoiding sexual activity for at least three days to let the cuts heal on their own. You won’t need any stitches.”
Yikes. “Okay. Thank you, Doctor.”
“Have a good day, Ms Summer.” He grabbed his medical bag then went out to see Alex.
Bea got dressed with a grumble. She had never thought having sex could have complicated consequences. Good lord. She slapped her forehead. They hadn’t used any protection last night. Could werelions impregnate a human female?