“No way,” I say. “I want you. No one else.”
Anne comes over and places her hands on my shoulders.
“Don’t worry. You’ll be in the best hands.”
I watch her leave and I’m sitting here disappointed.
Whatever you think you want in this life that can help you never works out.
Amanda? I think to myself.
Sounds like a young name.
Probably some recent college kid who thinks she knows everything when she doesn’t even know anything beyond her own backyard.
I wait and seethe.
I am pissed off.
I vow not to like her.
No matter what.
But that’s hard to do once she walks in.
“Hi,” she says.
Wow, I think. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.
Chapter 2
Lincoln
“How are you doing?” Amanda asks, and it’s only now that I realize I forgot to say hi back to her because I was thinking “wow” so many times in a row.
“Good,” I say.
In fact, I’m doing more than good, now that she’s here. Because she is just my type. Dark hair, olive complexion, juicy green eyes and just those curvy hips and breasts. She was made to carry my children.
She takes the blood pressure cuff off the stand near me.
“I’m taking your blood pressure.”
“Why?”
“Well, I’m not only a physical therapist, but I’m also a trained nurse. I switched professions fairly recently, and I like this one a lot better. I particularly like working in sports therapy.”
Now I think, yeah, I was right. Miss Know-It-All.
“But I already had that done.”
“Perhaps,” she says and pushes up the sleeve of my t-shirt. “But I like to start from scratch.”
I sigh and say, “OK.”
She inflates the cuff, I feel the pressure, and she puts the stethoscope in the crook of my arm and under the cuff.
“Can I ask you if…”
“Shhh!” she says. “No talking.”
I say nothing. Yeah, she’s hot but she’s also a feisty one.
I have to admit that turns me on. I will my cock to stay in place instead of springing up, which would be very embarrassing right about now.
She releases the cuff and places it back in one quick movement.
“Take off your shirt,” she commands.
“No problem!” I say.
I whip it off and throw it to the floor. It’s times like these that I’m grateful I have had such a rigorous career both as a SEAL and an MMA fighter and that I’ve stayed in shape. I want to impress her with my washboard abs and my toned, strong pecs.
She’s not even looking at me, though. So much for that goal.
She comes over and starts feeling my shoulders, chest, and back. I flex my pecs to impress her.
She doesn’t even notice.
“It’s my leg, you know…”
“Yes, I know,” she says. “But it’s all connected.”
She’s close to me and smells good, something lavender-like. I look up at her and just want to kiss her. Kiss her forehead, cheeks, then lips. Then move down to her neck and breasts.
I bet her big, plump tits are so nice to look at and squeeze and suck on when her shirt is off – they look great even with her scrubs on. Then I’d move down her stomach to her pussy and then….
“Do you?” she asks, as if she’s repeating herself.
“Huh?”
“I said, do you have any known allergies?”
“Uh, no… no.”
She sighs and shakes her head and mutters something about playing games.
But I say nothing. She wants to play games, I’m willing to play. I’m a competitor, after all. A fighter who will battle for what he wants.
And I want her.
Despite this less than perfect beginning, I will have her.
I know I will. Because I’m the type to take what I want and I want her.
It won’t be easy, since she seems like a fighter of a different sort. Feisty and sassy, she’s sure to put up a challenge. But she will be worth it.
“Your knee is hurting you, correct?” she asks and bends down to it.
“Hurting me?” I ask. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
I know I’m getting angry, but I can’t help it, no matter how hot Amanda is. I wanted Anne to treat me but instead she stuck me with this newbie and it seems like she doesn’t even do her homework.
She stands back up and steps back.
“I just mean…” she says.
“And I just mean that after all of the ton of records at your disposal, you don’t even know the basic facts of my case?”
“Listen, Lincoln,” Anne says and comes over to me. “She’s a professional. Don’t be like that.”
“If she’s such a fuckin’ professional, why doesn’t she know what I’m going through?”
“Lincoln,” Anne says, and places her hand on my shoulder.
I swat her hand away and say, “Fuck this!”
I grab my shirt and pants and leave the room in only my boxer briefs. As the door closes, I can hear Amanda asking Anne what the fuck is up with me.
Not giving a fuck what I look like, I exit the sliding doors as lots of people look at me.