Nicolette walked down the brightly lit hallway of the medical office building. In the last several months she'd been to far too many doctors. None of whom could make a clear diagnosis of what might be wrong. She was tired, all the time. Her first doctor had sent her in for a sleep study. She spent the entire night in a hospital room while nurses poked and prodded her while she tried to sleep. After the worst night's sleep she'd had in years, the doctor happily informed her she did not have any sleep issues and told her to simply change her diet and get more exercise. What was she supposed to do? Work out twice a day? Her body was lean and curvy. Wasn't it obvious to them all that she already took good care of herself?
The next several doctors made similar suggestions, prescribed vitamins, anti-depressants, the regular routine. She was so frustrated. They all seemed so quick to prescribe pills, but none of them wanted to find out what was really going on.
Her friend had recommended this new doctor. He was a holistic doctor that catered specifically to women that had vague symptoms. [More like a shaman] she supposed to herself. She walked into the office waiting area. Her surroundings surprised her. The colors were dark and warm. The soft sofas looked comfortable. Meditative music moved through the air and the fragrance of soothing herbs worked miraculously to sooth her agitated nerves. She walked up to the front desk, to be greeted by the very attractive man waiting for her.
"Welcome."
Nicolette's breath caught. He had a dazzling smile that lit up his deep blue eyes. His hair was messy in a fashionable way and his crisp white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to give a glimpse of the muscular chest beneath it. Her pulse sped up a bit and she felt a tiny dampness between her legs. [How pathetic] she told her herself.
"Hi. I'm Nicolette. I have an appointment with Dr. Rask."
"Yes, but around here we go on a first name basis. I'm Alex and Dr. Rask prefers his patients to call him Martin."
"Really?"
Alex smiled at her response. Most of the women who visited their office had that sort of "caught off guard" look. "Why don't you rest there." He motioned to the sofa. "It will be just a few more minutes. In the mean time, I'll let him know you're here."
"Thank you." Nicolette sunk into the soft sofa. As she crossed her legs the slit of her skirt exposed some of her thigh. She'd always liked her legs. She knew men did also, maybe that was why she'd never worried about a little exposed skin. She leaned back and closed her eyes. As she breathed deep her full breasts rose slightly in her semi sheer blouse. The pillow behind her conformed perfectly to her frame and cradled her back and neck. It was so comfortable and she was already so tired, again. [Don't fall asleep] she warned herself.
The next thing she knew, Alex was standing over her quietly calling her name. She opened her eyes to see his gorgeous face hovering her. Oh god, had she fallen asleep?
"Martin's ready for you now."
Nicolette shook her head and smiled sheepishly. As she rose, Alex took her elbow. "You okay?" He asked.
"Fine, a little embarrassed."
"Don't be. I can't tell you how many times I've fallen asleep on that sofa." He had a wicked smile. The kind emanated confidence and raw sexuality. She would have much rather stayed in the waiting room with Alex but instead followed his lead.
As she walked behind him, his masculine scent wafted around her. He smelled woodsy, sexy. Despite his defined muscular body, his broad back and large shoulders, he moved with a graceful confidence. Nicolette's eyes moved over him while she followed not noticing the sway of her own hips and the bounce in her breasts. His pants fit him with perfection hugging his perfect ass.
Alex showed her into a private room. He motioned to the soft chair in the corner. "He'll be right in."
"Thank you Alex." She smiled. The door closed with a soft click and she lulled her head back. She crossed her legs and realized her panties were now undeniably wet. That short walk, which seemed to last forever played over in her mind. She looked down and saw her nipples poking through her blouse. How embarrassing. [Calm down idiot. The last thing you want is the doctor to walk in see your perky nipples poking through your blouse.] Damn, too late.
The door opened and in walked Martin. And she had thought Alex was sexy? Was this practice for ex-models? Martin was tall, lean and muscular. His hair was slightly longer than Alex's cleaner cut. He was sporting a shadow of stubble on his chin. He was all gorgeous lines and plains from head to toe. And boom, there was that raw sexy smile again! "Hi Nicolette, I'm Martin."
Nicolette's eyes flutter downward a little. [Now I'm going to be shy?] She caught herself but not quickly enough. She looked up at Martin. "Pleased to meet you."
He sat in a chair next to her, which was a different sort of feeling that she was used to with doctors. He leaned back and smiled. "So what brings you here?"
"Well, I've haven't been feeling right. I'm exhausted all the time."
"Have you had any blood work done?"
Nicolette reached in her purse and pulled out a thick envelope. "It's all here. I've had several general tests done. A blood work up, a sleep study and the recommendations from the last several doctors that I've seen."
Martin took the papers, leaned back and looked them over. He folded them back up and gave them to Nicolette. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong, does there?" He smiled. Nicolette looked slightly hopeless. He turned in his chair and leaned in toward her. His large hand covered hers. "What do you do for a living Nicolette?"
"I'm a marketing research analyst."
"Do you like your job?"
"I love my job."
"Do you like the people you work with?"
