Delia was just putting on her strappy stilettos when Royal reentered the room. She winced with disappointment. She’d hoped to sneak out the back way before he returned.
Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll just go away, Delia mused, taking her time turning around to face him.
Delia really should have turned around. Especially since that particular profile and those particular formfitting jeans revealed just how shapely her bottom was. Not only didn’t she look like she’d had a baby seven weeks ago, Delia didn’t look like she’d ever had any children in those jeans.
Royal found his restraint taxed all over again. Yet he maintained his composure. “About what happened, Miss Valentine,” Royal began a bit on the husky side, unable to do anything about the sound of his voice right now.
“I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind,” Delia said, swinging around to finally face him.
Royal’s breath hitched against his will. That sated look in Delia’s eyes stemming from her powerful release and the sight of her taut peaks straining against that clingy red blouse had him thinking like a man again, not a doctor. All of his instincts told him that Delia was ripe for the picking. That it wouldn’t take much convincing to make love to her right now.
“We have to talk about it, Miss Valentine. I want you to understand that what happened to you today was a good thing,” Royal forced out, determined to stay focused.
“A good thing? How can me…doing that in front of you be a good thing?” Delia said, reaching for her black and red purse. Even now the color of embarrassment splattered across her fair cheeks. And yet her breathing was shallow and erratic with excitement. Oh, yes, she was ripe. So ripe.
“It lets us know that the procedure was indeed a success. That you can finally go back to having a satisfying sex life,” Royal replied, sitting down in the nearest chair, lest he surrender to certain erotic urges.
Delia’s eyes grew glossy. “That would be great if I actually wanted a sex life. Now that I think about it, I probably should have just left everything the way it was. After all, it’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything. Or even want one for that matter. So what’s the point of having something that I’m never gonna use again anyway?”
“You can’t really mean that, Miss Valentine.” Royal didn’t know why her words saddened him so much, but they did.
“I do,” Delia insisted, blinking away her tears. “Which is why I won’t be getting a refill on my birth control pills, either. No point in putting unnecessary hormones in my body, if I’m not gonna be having sex with anybody.” She shrugged. “Are we done here? If so, I need to go. I have appointments to see a few buildings today,” she added, using those appointments as a convenient excuse to leave before something worse happened in this room today.
Royal stood to his feet again. “Yes, we’re done. The results of today’s examination will be sent to you by mail as you requested. I can also have the receptionist schedule you another appointment dated one year from now, if you like.”
Delia looked at him as if to say, ‘Another appointment with you? I don’t think so’. Yet what actually came out of her mouth was, “I’ll take care of scheduling my own appointment, but thanks anyway, Dr. Seeger.”
Royal nodded. He had the sneaking suspicion that Delia wouldn’t be scheduling that appointment with him. He felt an unexpected sting of pain at that knowledge and also a strange sense of joy. After all, if Delia was no longer his patient, she could then be his…something else.
“In that case, I wish you well, Miss Valentine.” Royal smiled and extended a hand towards her.
“Same to you, Dr. Seeger,” Delia replied, shaking his hand.
Unfortunately, they made the mistake of holding hands a little bit too long, of looking too deeply into each other’s eyes. For a moment there Royal thought there was going to be a repeat performance. Why else was Delia trembling so hard that her ample bosom actually bounced from the motion?
If she suddenly became orgasmic again, Royal honestly didn’t know what he’d do. Probably lose his medical license for having wild monkey sex with a patient since making love to Delia would undoubtedly be loud, feral, and primal. In fact, Royal was starting to feel a bit animalistic now.
Fortunately, Delia maintained her composure by quickly releasing his hand and looking away. “Goodbye, Dr. Seeger, and thanks for everything.” Then she adjusted her purse over one shoulder and hastily exited the room.
A reflective Royal stayed behind a few minutes longer. Though he was pretty sure he would not be seeing Delia again on a professional level after today, he was determined to see her again on a personal level. He just had to find some way to convince her that having him as her boyfriend would not be yet another thing she’d regret.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier