{"id":3186,"date":"2017-12-07T05:51:06","date_gmt":"2017-12-07T05:51:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=3186"},"modified":"2023-02-15T02:08:01","modified_gmt":"2023-02-15T07:08:01","slug":"doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-fifty-four","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/doctor-patient-confidentiality-chapter-fifty-four\/","title":{"rendered":"Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Fifty-Four"},"content":{"rendered":"
Day 7<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/pre>\n
I glance down at my watch, my eyes gazing over the familiar black digits again. It\u2019s 12:34 PM. As promised, I\u2019m downtown, sitting at a table for two at Pearson\u2019s waiting for my coffee \u201cdate\u201d with Jamie.<\/span><\/p>\n
And he\u2019s running late.<\/span><\/p>\n
Half an hour<\/em> late.<\/span><\/p>\n
Of all the nerve. If anything, it should be the other way around. For crying out loud, this was su <\/em>idea!<\/span><\/p>\n
I, for one, had definitely thought about just not showing up. I\u2019d be lying if I said it didn\u2019t cross my mind several times, in fact, including when I was on my way here. But each time it did, my stupid conscience got the better of me and I ended up feeling guilty about cancelling at the last minute.<\/span><\/p>\n
I don\u2019t date, but I\u2019m all too familiar with the feeling of disappointment. I know I wouldn\u2019t appreciate being stood up or left hanging for something I was looking forward to, and Jamie seemed fairly excited about the prospect of having coffee with me last night.<\/span><\/p>\n
So, as tempted as I was to lock my Jiminy Cricket in a cage and set it on fire, I eventually talked myself out of bailing on him and showed up. So, here I am.<\/span><\/p>\n
But now, as I sit here by myself, I can\u2019t help but wonder if that was an overestimation on my part.<\/span><\/p>\n
Perhaps I\u2019d imagined his excitement, or even mistaken his extroverted personality for enthusiasm. Maybe this is some sort of trick, or a bet he made with his buddies. It\u2019s not uncommon for guys like him to do those things, so I can\u2019t say I\u2019d be surprised if that\u2019s what it turns out to be. I don\u2019t even think I\u2019d be mad, to be honest. I have way too much else to worry about, way too much else that continuously preoccupies my mind and every other part of my body.<\/span><\/p>\n
I let out a deep sigh as I rub circles around my pulsing temples. I can\u2019t believe it\u2019s already been a full week since that crazy confrontation\u2014the first of four weeks for me to \u201cdecide\u201d if I want to get paid a great deal of money to be Dr. Dexter Frost\u2019s whore.<\/span><\/p>\n
I still can\u2019t wrap my mind around it.<\/span><\/p>\n
For some reason, my anxiety on the matter only gets worse and worse with each passing day.<\/span><\/p>\n
The cafe door swings open again, followed by the tell-tale sound of a wind chime when it does. The serene jingle brings me out of my thoughts and back to the present.<\/span><\/p>\n
I look over to see Jamie walking through the door. His large, athletic build is covered in washed out jeans and a Bon Jovi sweatshirt that would probably fit like a tent on me. His dirty blonde hair is ruffled and messy, but the disheveled tresses definitely look sexy on him. He wears the bed head look well. I could only wish.<\/span><\/p>\n
He looks around for a moment, the expression on his face uncertain, but as soon as he spots me, his face lights up, and his features become brighter as his lips stretch into a smile.<\/span><\/p>\n
He makes his way over, trying really hard to squeeze by a few tables, and I suddenly feel bad for picking a spot this far back, but then I remember that he\u2019s kept me waiting for over half an hour, so I figure it\u2019s fitting payback.<\/span><\/p>\n
I honestly wasn\u2019t even thinking about being strategic in my sitting arrangement. This position is pretty awful if I changed my mind and decided to ditch this joint and Jamie. I guess that can\u2019t happen now.<\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cHey, you,\u201d he says, taking the last empty seat in the cafe opposite me.<\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d is all I can think to say back.<\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cSorry I\u2019m late,\u201d he says, offering me a sheepish smile to accompany his apology. \u201cSomething came up and I had to\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cNo worries,\u201d I say, cutting him short and waving off his explanation. Of course it\u2019s rude that he\u2019s late for something he <\/em>initiated, but right now, I\u2019m not really in the mood to know why <\/em>he is.<\/span><\/p>\n
As he adjusts himself in his seat, my eyes absently move over his shoulder, and I catch several people looking our way from behind him, their stares a mix of surprise, curiosity, and the most unmistakable of them all; envy.<\/span><\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know why, but suddenly, I feel like I\u2019m being placed under a really large microscope. And I don\u2019t like how it feels. Not one bit.<\/span><\/p>\n
A group of three girls a few tables away seem to be especially focused on us, their eyes narrowed at me in obvious annoyance, clearly shooting death glares in my direction.<\/span><\/p>\n
I try not to mind their stink eyes and rude stares. Despite what this looks like, they clearly have the wrong idea. I\u2019m not their competition by any means. If they want Jamie Wrighton, they\u2019re more than welcome to have him. Fuck, I don\u2019t even know why <\/em>I agreed to this in the first place. This guy can be nothing but bad news for me.<\/span><\/p>\n
Damn Trixie for instigating this mess. This is the last time I\u2019m ever letting her pressure me into anything like this. And damn my stupid conscience for guilt-tripping me into keeping my word despite my apprehension.<\/span><\/p>\n
The barista comes around from behind the main counter and easily makes her way to Jamie\u2019s side. Usually, customers just go up to the counter and place their order, but I guess like with pretty much everything else, star athletes get special treatment here as well.<\/span><\/p>\n
\u201cCan I get you anything?\u201d she says in an overly friendly tone, not so subtly playing with her long, dark brown hair. Her attention is completely on Jamie as her eyes shamelessly drink him in. She has on the tightest skinny-jeans I\u2019ve ever seen on a person, and the flirtiest smile known to man.<\/span><\/p>\n
I can\u2019t help but look at her, noticing just how giddy and excited she looks as she makes absolutely no effort to conceal her attraction to him. I resist the temptation to roll my eyes. I really have no idea why she, Trixie, and the overwhelming majority of college girls get the hugest lady-boners for these athletes. Sure, a lot of them look good and are typically in great shape. I guess the money and lifestyle they come by is certainly a bonus, but surely, there has to be more to a man than just his looks and his money?<\/span><\/p>\n
I dunno. Maybe I\u2019m uniquely naive or delusional\u2014or both\u2014about how the world really works. Or maybe it\u2019s as simple as the fact that times have indeed changed, and said change has led to a drastic change in society\u2019s priorities and attitude when it comes to things like this. Either way, this barista chick seriously looks like she\u2019s two seconds away from straight up jumping his bones.<\/span><\/p>\n
I\u2019m willing to bet all of next week\u2019s pay that she\u2019s already creamed her panties thinking about screwing him right here on our table.<\/span><\/p>\n
I mean, objectively speaking, Jamie is a very attractive and masculine guy, after all. I imagine having sex with him would be\u2026interesting. Still, just because I find him physically<\/em> attractive<\/em>, it doesn\u2019t mean that I\u2019d automatically be sexually<\/em> attracted <\/em>to him.<\/span><\/p>\n
Like the way you\u2019re sexually attracted to Frost? <\/em>a small voice in my head mocks.<\/span><\/p>\n
I immediately frown. What the hell <\/em>is wrong with me? I can\u2019t believe I\u2019m even comparing them in that context! I don\u2019t even know why I\u2019m comparing them at all<\/em>. Heck, why I\u2019m thinking of either of them in a sexual manner is beyond me – especially Frost. They\u2019re two very different, very distinct men; neither of whom I have any intention whatsoever of having sex with, in this lifetime or the next.<\/span><\/p>\n
Especially <\/em>not Frost\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know why, but some remote part of me feels like it\u2019s trying really hard to convince the rest of me of that.<\/span><\/p>\n
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Day 7 I glance down at my watch, my eyes gazing over the familiar black digits again. It\u2019s 12:34 PM. As promised, I\u2019m downtown, sitting at a table for two at Pearson\u2019s waiting for my coffee \u201cdate\u201d with Jamie. And he\u2019s running late. Half an hour late. Of all the nerve. If anything, it should be the other way around. For crying out loud, this was his idea! I, for one, had definitely thought about just not showing up. I\u2019d be lying if I said it didn\u2019t cross my mind… Lee mas<\/a><\/span><\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2990,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[96],"tags":[],"series":[99],"class_list":["post-3186","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-contemporary-2","series-doctor-patient-confidentiality"],"featured_image_src":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg","blog_images":{"medium":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-300x100.jpg","large":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/12\/DPC-Wattpad-Header-1024x341.jpg"},"ams_acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3186","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3186"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3186\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3186"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3186"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3186"},{"taxonomy":"series","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/es_es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/series?post=3186"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}