Doctor For Hire

I would never admit it to anyone I work with, I even chastise them for talking about Dr. Miner. But I have secret fantasies of him myself… sometimes… late at night… when I’m alone… with my vibrator…

“Sis? Did you hear me?”

“What?” I ask, completely lost, my body feeling flushed.

“I said I needed to go. Robbie just pulled up. I’ll talk to you next week. I can’t wait to meet your doctor! Maybe I’ll come see you first!” she laughs. “Just so I can get a look at this stud muffin!”

“Oh don’t do that,” I practically beg, panic filling me. It’s too late though. My sister has already hung up the phone.

How could I have been so stupid?

I’m not a liar, but even I know the best rule in lying is to keep it simple and don’t go into detail. Somehow I just know this is going to come back and bite me in the ass.

Chapter Two

Tabitha

“I thought I ordered this room ready?” Brody barks.

He makes me nervous. I don’t usually work with him. He doesn’t normally do the surgeries on the weekends. The fact that I am today, added in with the fact I’ve had dreams about him all night is freaking me out. I should have never lied to my sister. I really should have never used Brody as inspiration.

“Are you even listening to me?” Brody growls. I wasn’t expecting him to be so close to me this time so I jerk around. The problem with that is I’m holding the scalpel I just unpacked and unsheathed. When I jerk around it cuts into Brody’s scrubs.

“Fuck!” he yells, jumping back. It’s too late though, because I see the cut in his top and I can see a small bright red dot, indicating I’ve drawn blood.

Shit.

“I’m sorry Bro—Dr. Miner. I didn’t realize you were so close.”

“Are you trying to kill me?”

I wince at his raised voice. The anger in it is clear.

“Of course not, I just didn’t realize you were there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” I mutter, feeling embarrassed and more than a little annoyed now.

“Sneak up on you? It’s a goddamn surgery room the patient will be here any minute—should have already been. Where is the rest of the staff? The anesthesia should already have been administered!”

“The surgery was delayed because Dr. Buchanan had a family emergency and one of his associates had to be paged. You should have been informed.”

“You should have told me,” he growls.

He lifts his scrub shirt up and inspects his wound. I try not to watch, but I’m only human. Dr. Miner might be an asshole, but he’s sexy and he’s sporting a six pack that fantasies are made of—mine specifically.

“Dr. Buchanan said he would have his office contact you,” I answer trying to defend myself. I bite my lip to keep my tongue from hanging out as I take in those rock hard abs and golden tanned skin. When does he find time to tan like that? I look like Casper the freaking ghost!

“Well obviously he didn’t,” he mutters.

“Obviously,” I respond quietly. Today has been a horrible day. I would think there was a full moon out, but it’s daylight. My back is killing me, I’ve barely had any sleep and the last thing I need is Dr. Miner’s sunny disposition to add to the fun. I throw the now ruined scalpel onto the tray with the other implements.

“What the fuck are you doing? You’re contaminating the whole—”

“I’m getting a whole new tray. I drew blood. I don’t think there was any spray, but I can’t be sure can I?” I growl back, tired of taking his mouth. I’ve had enough.

“Good,” he says, and when I look up at him, he seems disconcerted. Probably because people usually never talk back to him.

“I really am sorry. Let me see the cut I can put a bandage—”

“I think you’ve done enough. I’ll go clean up and get ready. Hopefully the patient will survive until you people get your shit together.”

“You people?”

“I don’t have surgery on a Sunday because the patient is fine, Nurse Riley. I have surgery because it’s an emergency. The fact that there’s not an alternate anesthesiologist on duty is mind blowing and something I will definitely bring up at our next staff meeting with the board.”

“Great plan. While you’re at it, maybe you can ask them to rehire the one hundred nurses they laid off. Then maybe I wouldn’t work two shifts straight without much more than a nap between them,” I’m not nice with my words. I should watch them better. Brody Miner is not someone you want to talk back to—those who have, sure have lived to regret it. I could blame it on the shock that he actually knows my last name. I wouldn’t have thought I even warranted a thought from him.