It was a Tuesday morning like any other. As Abby rode in her car humming along to the radio, she thought about lying on the beach with a good book.
Only two weeks left until vacation. It's going to be amazing.
Even though she was longing for the water, she genuinely enjoyed her work as a physiotherapist. To her there was nothing more rewarding than helping other people regain their quality of life, and be there every step of the way. She turned into the clinic parking lot.
As Abby went through the entrance into the waiting room, her eyes instinctively swept across the empty seats. It had always felt ominous to her when no one else was at work, almost like something out of a horror movie.
At least the lights are on, which means I'm not alone.
She continued past the reception, through the door into the hallway.
"Good morning!"
Abby jumped back, startled. Next to her, carrying a big box of rubbing alcohol, was a woman with short red hair and large friendly eyes. It was Samantha, the clinic receptionist. She looked rudely alert, like she had been up since 4 am.
"Don't scare me like that! You're going to give me a heart attack," Abby replied jokingly.
Samantha smiled back at her. "Are you excited for today? Your substitute is coming in an hour. I've heard he's a real looker."
Oh no.
Abby felt her heart sink. She had completely forgotten about the substitute. This meant that the next two weeks would consist of her explaining the most basic things to some newly baked physio. This was by far the worst part of the job. "Yeah, sure. Is there coffee ready?"
"I put it on ten minutes ago, should be ready."
"Thanks!"
"What would you do without me?" Samantha said with a smirk, before disappearing into the storage room.
Abby went down the corridor, took a right turn past the toilets and found herself in the lunchroom. She got a mug from the top shelf of the cupboard and poured the coffee. As the slightly burnt chocolate aromas graced her nose, she looked out the window of the kitchenette.
I really need that vacation.
She looked down at the now filled mug in her hand, reading the almost washed out company logo before taking a sip.
Abby's morning ritual was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway. As they got closer she started analyzing them. It was a proud rhythmic walk, indicating the person doing the walking wasn't new. She was surprised when an unknown male face came round the corner into the kitchenette. It was a fairly young face, blue kind eyes and a radiant smile with dimples, heavily contrasting the buzzed hair. As their eyes met, his mouth opened up into a full smile, showing perfectly white teeth. Abby realized she was staring.
"Good morning, I'm Daniel. I'm going to be a substitute here for a few weeks." His voice was filled with youthful enthusiasm.
"Morning Daniel. I'm Abby. You're going to be with me for the next two weeks." She touched her hair.
So cute.
"So you're Abby. I didn't imagine someone so young!"
Abby giggled.
I do look damn good for a 32 year old.
"Thank you!"
"Nice to meet you Abby," Daniel said as he reached in for a handshake.
As Abby reached to shake his hand she could feel her mug wobble, spilling out some coffee on Daniels shirt.
Idiot!
Daniel looked unfazed as he lifted up his grey sweater and looked at the stain, revealing part of his 6-pack underneath.
"I'm so sorry!"Abby said, as she reached for a kitchen towel.
"It's fine, nothing a good wash won't fix."
As Abby patted the sweater dry, she got a feel of Daniel's abs.
Wow, rock hard.
"Let me show you where we change."
Abby started walking towards the changing room, Daniel following closely behind her. She opened a door into a white tiled room. To the left was a row of tall lockers with blue doors. To the right the room opened up into some showers. It was empty apart from a bench and a cupboard containing scrubs of various sizes in the far side of the room. The whole area gave off the vibe of a highschool locker room.
"Over there you can get your scrubs," Abby said and pointed to the cupboard. "And this will be your locker." She turned around and opened the locker door. "You bring your own lock. In case you forget you can borrow one from Samantha, our receptionist." As she turned around again her heart skipped a beat.
Daniel was standing facing the cupboard, wearing nothing but his jeans. His shoulders were wide, his back well defined. Like an olympic swimmer. Abby felt a sudden urge to go over there and feel him.
"That's fine, I have one with me," Daniel replied, unzipping his pants.
Abby's gaze moved down.
Cute butt, but what about the front?
Daniel turned to the side and started slowly taking off his pants. Abby subconsciously bit her lip as she saw the outline of Daniels manhood in his grey boxers.
Checked.
