"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me..."
Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them.
Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist...)
When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated.
Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet over dinner two weeks ago. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality.
I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming...
➦This was, by all means, a rather enjoyable little novella. Just like the , the first installment in this novella series, it has a similar premise of two people meeting online, becoming friends and then by some crazy turn of fate end up working with each other. This time a hospital.
➦I like the characters and the premise, of course, but, perhaps, one thing that I don’t get is why this wasn’t as dirty as I expected. If you’re going to spend so much time on character development and the build-up you might as well just write a full length novel… or not? I don’t know. I just expected naughtier.