Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Thirteen (Role Play Edition)

You head back to your seat feeling incredibly somber. Just as soon as you sit down, a deep, commanding voice comes through that makes you jump in your chair.

“Ramona?”

You turn to the side to find the owner of such a demanding voice, and you’re stunned to stillness as you see a man covered in a crisp white lab coat walking toward you.

You feel your eyes widen as you take in the sight of him.

He’s incredibly good-looking, possibly the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in real life.

He’s really tall, maybe even taller than Jamie, and perhaps just as big. His strides are long, as are his legs.

You look up to meet his eyes, and your breath catches in your throat as the iciest, coldest pair of eyes settle on yours. They’re beyond intimidating, and they seem to pierce through your very soul with their frosty, pale blue color.

They give off this strangely intense vibe that you’ve never experienced before, and you can’t seem to look away from them. They’re alluring and enticing and frightening all at once. It’s almost like looking into the eyes of a beautiful serial killer. You know it will be the end of you, but you can’t for the life of you look away.

He extends his hand to you as you sit there just staring at him, trying to remember how to speak. You somehow manage to stand up and take it with a trembling hand, standing face to face with his broad chest.

His hand is big, too, and it easily engulfs yours as he squeezes it gently in a handshake. The firm hold, despite how brief it is, shoots sharp tingles straight through your body that shamelessly travel and collect in your lower belly and groin.

You feel your nether regions throb abruptly at the contact of skin on skin, and you’re beyond shocked that you’re responding like this to a formal gesture from a total stranger.

From somewhere in the universe, you hear your voice come through in a breathy question.

“D-Doctor Templin?” you ask nervously.

There’s no way in hell this potential linebacker is a doctor, but you have to ask anyway.

You sound so hoarse, and you’re not sure if it’s from throwing up just a few minutes ago or from beholding the imposing six and a half or so feet of sexual eye-candy in front of you. Perhaps both, but somehow, you’re inclined to believe it’s the latter.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt such strong attraction for anyone from just looking at them, and you were never really a believer in the whole insta-lust thing. You think this man just debunked that for you.

He slightly loosens his hold on your hand, but doesn’t let it go.

“No, I’m Doctor Dexter Frost,” he corrects. “John had to attend to an emergency that he just found out about. He apologizes for the short notice and asked me to sit in for your appointment, if that’s okay with you.”

The rumble and tenor of his voice is deliciously deep, and your ears are screaming in absolute bliss. You can actually envision your ear drums in frantic applause, giving a standing ovation to the sexy, baritone sound that’s invading them.

His name rings all sorts of bells. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard of him before. Your mind searches your memory for several seconds as you continue to scan his chiseled face, and you finally put a link to the name.

No freaking way!, you tell yourself.

The Dexter Frost?

It can’t be…

You’d learned of him years ago when…when your mother was diagnosed with cancer. You feel your brows furrow in question and curiosity. What the hell is one of the top oncologists in the world doing in a college county in Wisconsin?

You feel unmistakable wetness beginning to form and collect between your thighs, and you have to avert your eyes from his to compose yourself.

And just how the hell did you go from feeling sick to your stomach to undeniably horny in a matter of minutes?

You remain stunned, your hand still in his with your entire body paralyzed.

Your eyes are on the verge of popping out of their sockets in spasms as they drink in his impossibly gorgeous face and big body—as they drink in the paradoxically cold and icy, yet beautiful and mesmerizing gaze of the infamous, allegedly unconventional, and disturbingly handsome medical physician;

Dexter Frost.

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