The Doctor And I (BBW Contemporary Medical Romance) (4 page)

Bonus Taboo Romance

Doctor’s Dirty
Little Secret

Ava May

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.

I did not think that he treated me differently than he treated them, and I assumed that they were just jealous that he was taking the time to teach me. I knew one day I would be a better nurse than they ever had been.

Dr. Shaffer really was an amazing man. He told me how he had joined the Army right out of high school and had earned his medical degree through them. He had served ten years and when he got out of the Army, he had moved back to his hometown to open up an office. He told me how he had been in Iraq and how he had saved soldiers’ lives. The stories he told were fantastic. I did notice that he never talked about a woman in his life, or any family for that matter. He only talked about his work.

I had made it to the Doctor’s office door and placed my hand on the doorknob. The door suddenly opened and there stood Dr. Shaffer in front of me.

“Come in, Ivy,” Dr. Shaffer said, looking down at me.

I walked into the office, not sure what I should say to him. He walked up next to me and placed his hands on the back of a chair. “Sit down.”

I moved to sit down and felt Dr. Shaffer rub up against me. My heart pounded. It had to have been an accident. We were in his office and surely he would not make an advance on someone my age, especially not in his office. It was too risky.

Dr. Shaffer walked to his chair and sat down, looking sternly at me. “Do you know why you are here?” he asked.

I looked up at him, honestly not having any idea. “I don’t,” I answered. The way he looked at me was as if he could see right through my clothes. I had never had anyone look at me like that before. I crossed my legs and looked back at him. I could feel something tingle in my stomach and it made me uncomfortable. Yes, I was attracted to him and I hoped that he could not tell.

“You know, Ivy,” he said slowly. “Some of the other nurses seem to have a problem with you being here. Can you tell me why that is?”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell him what I thought, could I? I knew that I could not lie to him. “They think that you favor me,” I blurted out.

Dr. Shaffer smiled and looked at me. “Is that so?” he asked, “And what do you think about that?”

“I think that you are trying to help me, and that they are acting like a bunch of high school girls,” I replied.

Dr. Shaffer let out a loud laugh, “It sounds to me like you are right. If I tell you something do you promise not to tell anyone, Ivy?”

What was I going to say, no? “Of course,” I replied.

“I do favor you,” Doctor Shaffer said, getting up from his desk and walking over to me. I looked up at him and he took me by the hand. “I think you are an amazing young woman and I think that the two of us can help each other out.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, standing up and looking at him, confused.

“I can give you great recommendations. I can help you find a permanent job when you get out of college. And I am sure that you can help me,” he said with a smile.

“I am not sure I understand,” I said to him. I had no idea what he was talking about. I truly was an innocent young girl, and looking back on it, I feel as if I had to be the most stupid person on the planet.

“You think about how you can help me out tonight. You have my home number so call me tomorrow when you figure it out and we can meet at my house,” he said casually.

I left his office and went to gather my things. I was glad that my shift was over and I was glad that the weekend was starting. I could not believe that those nurses had went to him and told him that they had a problem with me. I could not believe that he said he was going to help me find a job once I finished school.

I was angry and excited at the same time. I was going to meet my best friend Valarie for dinner that night. I could not wait to vent all of my frustrations, as well as tell her how lucky I was to be working for Dr. Shaffer.

I drove home, showered, and got ready for dinner. I wore a white shirt that fitted tight and hugged my curves. It had a lace back and was very feminine, but not too revealing. I also wore a cute black skirt that Valarie had bought for me. It was much shorter than what I was used to, but I wanted her to know that I appreciated it. I did my makeup and hair. I slipped on a pair of black flats, grabbed my bag, and headed out the door.

I met Valarie at a local bar and restaurant that we loved to visit. It was the kind of place that the partiers did not go to, and although I was too young to drink, I loved the food and I loved the environment. I used to enjoy sitting at a table with Valarie, drinking our virgin drinks and pretending like we were rich.

We walked in together and found a seat. Our waitress took our order, and it was all I could do not to spill my guts to her while I was trying to order. As soon as the waitress walked away, I started telling her all about my day.

“So Dr. Shaffer called me into his office to tell me that the other nurses were complaining about me,” I started.

“Oh my god, those bitches. Really, what is their problem with you?” Valarie was just as upset as I was.

“I told Dr. Shaffer that they were acting like juveniles and he laughed. But then he told me that he wanted to help me with a great reference and that he would help me to find a job after I finished school,” I told her, excited.

“Really?” she exclaimed. “That is amazing. I guess those bitches won’t like that, will they?”

“But there was something weird,” I continued. “He told me that he could help me but that I needed to help him as well. When I asked him what he meant he said to think about it overnight and give him a call in the morning. That we could meet at his house.”

I thought Valarie’s eyes were going to pop out of her head and her mouth almost hit the floor. Our waitress walked up with our food and we were silent as she refilled our drinks.

“Girl, do you have any idea what he is talking about?” she said.

“I told you, I don’t know. What could I do that would help him?” I asked her.

Valarie almost choked on her soda. “You really are naïve, aren’t you?” she asked me, “He wants you to sleep with him!”

I laughed at her. “You are wrong.” I could not stop laughing. How could she think that a man like Dr. Shaffer would want to sleep with someone like me? The thought of it sent chills down my spine and I could feel wetness between my thighs.

“Yeah,” Valarie said smiling. “You call him tomorrow and ask him. I am sure he is going to tell you that is not what he wants.” She started to laugh at me.

I looked down at my food. I felt like she was making fun of me, just like the nurses at work. “Ah, Ivy,” Valarie said. “Don’t get upset. You know I love you, and I say if it is going to ensure your future, girl, go for it!”

“You would,” I said, and both of us laughed. We both knew that Valarie had been with plenty of men, and if she was going to benefit from it, she would sleep with anyone. I wouldn’t though; I would think that’s wrong. Plus, I had only had sex once and it was terrible. But Dr. Shaffer was something else. I was so attracted to him and he looked like he would give me a good time in bed. If sex was really want he wanted, I wouldn’t mind finding out what he could do just for the sake of my lust, not even for career advancement.

I enjoyed my evening with Valarie and headed home. I could not get the thought of having sex with Dr. Shaffer out of my head. No matter what I did I could not deny that I was turned on. A man like him wanting me. The wetness between my thighs continued to get worse, and when I finally got home, I was more than happy to get in the shower.

I thought about what I would say to Dr. Shaffer when I called him in the morning. I thought about what it would feel like to have his hands on my body, to taste his lips. I wondered what he looked like naked. I knew he worked out a lot; even though he was almost forty years old, he looked like he was in his late twenties. He was very muscular and extremely attractive.

The more I thought about the next day, the more I dreaded it, but I also became more and more excited. I dried off and dressed for bed. It was turning out to be a very interesting weekend. I walked into my living room and turned on a movie. I needed something scary to take my mind off of the tingling I could not get rid of. I had to get my mind off of Dr. Shaffer. I ended up falling asleep on the couch.

When I awoke the next morning, it was still dark out. I made my coffee and got dressed. I wore a flowing maxi dress that showed off my curves as well as my cleavage. If Dr. Shaffer wanted to see me, I wanted to look good. Once the sun had come up, I picked up my cell phone and called him.

“Hello.”

“Um, Dr. Shaffer… it’s Ivy. You told me to call you,” I stammered.

“Well, aren’t you up early?” he laughed. “So have you thought about my offer?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. “I will do whatever I can to help you. Whatever you need.”

“Hmmm, whatever I need…” he replied. “Why don’t you give me about 30 minutes and come over? We can talk more here.”

“Okay,” I said, hanging up the phone. I was shaking while I stood in my living room, not really sure what I should expect. I hoped that Valarie was wrong but something in my gut told me that she was right.

I busied myself doing a few chores around the house and then headed off to Dr. Shaffer’s. The drive seemed like it took forever and when I finally got there, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

I parked my car and stepped out of it. Looking up at Dr. Shaffer’s house, I stood in amazement. It was a huge house, the kind that I had only seen in movies. There was a fountain in the front yard that looked like the statue of David. The bushes were all trimmed nicely and flowers were planted around the house. There was a wraparound porch, and as I walked up the stairs, I realized that Dr. Shaffer was standing in the doorway, looking at me.