The Doctor and I(10)

“I want to be with you. Try a relationship.”

“Try?”

“Yes, I can’t promise more than to try. I won’t lie and feed you bullshit. I don’t know how good I’ll be at this. And that’s the honest truth.”

I could handle that. He wasn’t declaring his love for me. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could handle it, but he was willing to try and his honesty was refreshing. “I’ll take it.” Then I kissed him, sealing the deal.



THE END



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Doctor’s Dirty Little Secret



“Ivy, I need to see you in my office,” Doctor Shaffer said to me. I had no idea what he wanted. My heart pounded as I walked down the hallway. I had only been working at his office for about two weeks and things were not going very well.

I began working at the doctor’s office because I wanted to go to school to be a nurse. I was planning on starting college in the fall, but wanted to have a little bit of experience before I began. I had never worked this type of job before. Of course, I had a job while I was in school, but it was nothing more than waiting tables after school each evening for a couple of hours.

I wanted to do what I loved, and that was not waitressing. I was offered this temp job through my school when I graduated. It was a program that was reserved for only the best students and I was one of them.

I made straight A’s all through school, I had never done anything to get myself into trouble, and I made sure—unlike the other girls I went to school with—that my body was always covered.

When I turned eighteen, I noticed that so many of my friends were wearing clothing that showed off their bodies. I didn’t want to do that. It was not that I was not comfortable in my own skin; in fact, I loved the way I looked. I watched all of those stick-thin girls walk around with their bones popping out, starving themselves while I ate cheeseburgers and enjoyed all of my curves.

Some of the girls called me fat, but I did not care. I knew that I was healthy while they were starving. I thought all of that high school stuff would end once I graduated. But I was wrong.

I began working for Dr. Shaffer, thinking that the ladies here would accept me and be willing to help me learn, but that was not the case. They gave me dirty looks, and when I asked questions, they would not answer me. Dr. Shaffer was amazing though; he was always making sure that all of my questions were answered and showed me things that I would have never gotten to see if I had just stayed with the nurses. He allowed me to come into the exam rooms with him while he worked with his patients and he explained everything to me.

Dr. Shaffer had been practicing for about ten years. I remembered when he opened his office in our town. Women instantly fell in love with him. He was a beautiful Caucasian man with a tan that looked like he had just come back from vacation. His hair was dark, and his eyes were so brown, they were almost black. He stood a good six-foot-two but never tried to intimidate anyone.

We had become quite close over the past few weeks and I could not deny that he was an attractive man. I was sure that he did not look at me the same way though. He was nice to everyone that worked for him, of course, but he was extremely nice to me.

I thought that was one of the reasons that the other nurses did not like me. At first, I thought it was because my skin was so dark. I lived in a fairly diverse community, but I was very dark, so I assumed that might be the issue. More recently, I have come to the conclusion that it was actually something else.

We had all gone out to dinner after work one night. Dr. Shaffer had said that we were doing such an amazing job that he wanted to treat us. One of the nurses said that he did it quite often because he didn’t have anyone to go home to. I couldn’t see how he was not married or at least have a girlfriend, but that really was none of my business.

Our waitress had dark skin like myself, and all of the nurses were extremely polite to her and left her large tips. That’s when I knew there was more to it than the color of my skin.

I had heard them talking yesterday about how Dr. Shaffer paid more attention to me than he did to them. How he favored me and how it was disgusting for a man of his age to look at a little girl like me the way he did. I wanted to walk right up to them and tell them I was no little girl, but I did not want to get into a fight at work. I really needed to keep my job for as long as I possibly could.