I shot him a confused look. My grades were impeccable. I had no idea what he was talking about. Perhaps I could have tried harder on my paper, but he already told me the internship was mine. I really didn’t understand why there would be an issue. But, with the stress of the residency, I suddenly felt myself panic.
“That’s not possible,” I said. “Let me see my grades.”
As I reached over for his computer, he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his chest.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Trying some role play,” he said, letting me go. “I thought it would be fun to spice things up. You know, I’ll be the teaching doctor and you’ll be the student intern. It’s a fairly common storyline. You’d be on the verge of failing and you’d have to do me a favor to get your grades back up. Don’t tell me you thought I was being serious?”
I bit my lip. In fact, I did think he was talking about sessions.
“Can you do the doctor/intern role play if we’re actually doctor/intern?” I asked. “Do we even need to role play for that?”
“Why do you have to ruin a good thing?” he asked, partially kidding, partially not. “You over think the thing to death and now it’s no longer sexy.”
“Did I take you out of the mood?” I asked, pointing my hips toward him.
He smirked. “No, but I was enjoying being the one in charge in this scenario.”
“We can continue.”
“Good,” he said, sitting up a little straighter. “So, if you want to raise your grade, you need to raise that,” he said, looking down at his crotch.
I licked my lips and got down on my knees in front of him. I slowly unzipped his pants, teasing him as I made my way into his underwear. I looked up to see a relaxed smile on his face as he closed his eyes and leaned back. I went to work on him, slowing sliding and teasing him as I moved up and down his shaft.
“Will this give me an A?” I asked coyly, taking a break to look him in the eyes.
“Get on that table and I’ll give you a D,” he replied.
“Clever.” I giggled, as I got back to my feet. Damon lifted me by my waist and set me on the table. On my back, I let him pull my scrubs off, then my carefully chosen undergarments.
“Is the door locked?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he replied, his fingers stroking me. “Does it matter?”
“Not unless you plan on taking long,” I said.
With that, he swiftly got on top of me, his body covering mine. At least this way, if anyone walked through the door, they would just see Damon’s exposed backside.
Every sexual encounter with Damon was different, but every one of them had been absolutely amazing. While we had been together in the privacy of his apartment, it wasn’t near as exciting as getting down and dirty with him on the table in the room I had sat and listened to him and other doctors in so many times before. There was the real possibility that someone could catch us at any time, and it made the situation all the more electric.
This time, I stifled my moans, trying not to draw attention to the conference room as nurses and interns wandered down the halls, just outside. Damon grabbed onto my thigh and squeezed harder as he came closer to climax, his other hand tangled in my hair. Then, we reached the point of no return. If the Dean walked in at that very moment, I would have begged Damon to keep going. When the waves of pleasure subsided, we put our clothes back on, gave each other coy smiles, and I walked out the door without a word.
Chapter 20
Damon
Perhaps it was premature, but I decided that Olivia should come to the surgical theater and check the place out. She had been asking me a lot of questions about the place, and I figured it would be easier to show her rather than describe it to her. I never gave enough details for her liking. With the internship deadline coming up, I wanted the other interns to think they had a fair shot, so I read each submission and graded it as if it mattered.
So, I told Olivia that I would be in my actual office all day, and she could show up whenever she had time throughout the day. I didn’t have any surgeries scheduled, so I figured it was a good time to have her walk around and get to know where things were and how they worked.
I had briefly mentioned to Dr. Farnham that I was probably going to bring Olivia in to have a look around the theater. I was a little worried he’d be hesitant, but after her stellar performance at the charity ball, he was excited to have her interested in the field. Farnham had moved from surgery to administration around the same time my dad retired, so he was always happy to find new talent for the surgical department. While I wasn’t interested in mixing work and pleasure too much, the other surgeons I worked with were not prudes about this kind of relationship, especially if things worked out. In fact, Dr. Wilhouse was sleeping with his surgical nurse and Dr. Crandon had been known to sleep with some of the barely legal volunteers. Once upon a time they’d have been called candy stripers, and Crandon still called them that, because he was old enough to remember when they wore the striped uniforms. He’d run into some issues with HR over that, but I didn’t think this would be an issue with Olivia.
I was sitting at my desk when I heard a knock at the door. I adjusted myself in my pants, anticipating Olivia in her scrubs but with that sexy lingerie she’d worn the other day. I wondered if I had the self-restraint to go the day without having sex with her in my office. She had quite the sexual appetite, and I was there to fill her up.
Much to my surprise, I opened the door to find my father and a middle-aged lady, who I swore I had seen before, just not with him.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” I asked, feeling flustered. I had a completely different mental picture of this outcome, and it didn’t involve my dad.
“I told you I was going to stop by the office sometime this week,” he said.
“You did? I swear you said you said you’d call to let me know,” I mumbled.
“I told your nurse— what’s her name —that I’d be by,” he said frowning.
“Jennifer, and I’ve been busy, so I didn’t know.”
“Too busy to visit for a moment?” he asked.
“No, no, have a seat. Would you like something to drink? I have water or soda.”
“Give me whatever soda you’ve got,” my dad said.
I got out two glasses for my dad and me. “And you?” I asked the women.
“Oh, do you have a diet soda?” s
he asked sweetly.
I poured her a glass from a can in my refrigerator and handed it to the woman with dark hair and green eyes. She sat next to my dad, a diamond tennis bracelet dangling from her wrist. I assumed this was the special lady he had told me about, and he had bought her that shiny bracelet.
“So, what brings you to the office today?” I asked.
“We just wanted to visit you,” my dad replied.
“Really?” I asked, feeling suspicious. “Since when?”
My dad smiled and placed his hand on the woman’s. “Damon, this is Miranda.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand.
“I’m so glad I’m finally meeting you,” she gushed. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
“You look familiar,” I said, squinting at her. “Have we met somewhere before?”
“Oh, I can’t imagine so,” she replied. “Well, I’m from Hazelwood. You might have seen me around when you were a kid.”
“Maybe,” I said, trying to place her.
“Anyway,” my dad interrupted. “I wanted to tell you the big news. We got married over the weekend! We wanted to tell our closest family and friends before making a formal announcement.”
I scoffed in disbelief. “You got married?”
“Isn’t it swell?” He grinned. “It’s been a whirlwind romance, but this just feels right.”
I took a large drink of my soda and swirled the ice cubes around. “I’m sure it does. Congratulations,” I said, my tone bordering on icy. I didn’t mean to be rude to my father’s new wife. After all, she seemed like a nice enough woman. But, I just found it hard to be supportive of his marriages anymore. There was no point in getting to know this woman because she would soon be out of our lives, taking a chunk of cash with her.
“So, what do you do?” I asked, already bored.
“I’m a nurse,” she said proudly, her big green eyes lighting up when I spoke to her. “I’ve been in Hazelwood for about twenty three years now.”