As he got out of his pickup Brett looked back. His ass was fine. Chance had just been lucky. Maybe he could send a picture of his butt to a modeling agency and make a shit ton of money. For now, he needed to concentrate on the job in hand.
Why was this so hard? He wanted some peace of mind, so he should just get on with it.
Brett walked through the door of the surgery and headed to the reception counter. “I’ve an appointment with Doctor Wilson.”
The receptionist peered at him as if he was some strange being asking her an impossible question. “Doctor Wilson had to leave for an emergency. We can rebook your appointment or Doctor Blake is available.”
What the hell?
It had taken everything he had to get in the door. If he left now, he would not come back. Well, not for a while anyway. The thought of his dick dropping off was not a good one. He hoped this Doctor Blake had warm hands.
“Yep. I’ll see Doctor Blake.”
Brett sat down and was just about to take out his cell phone when someone called his name. It was a female voice with an English accent and it did not sound like an old granny.
Brett could do this. After all, he could get his junk out in front of a woman. He had done it more times than he could remember. Difference was, this woman was not expecting prowess in the bedroom. She was checking if he had some dreaded disease or the crabs. He had not been itchy, so he didn’t think it was that. Shit, he was no good at this.
A woman with black hair pulled back in a bun at the nape of her neck stood before him. He tried to ignore the fact that despite the severe look, she was stunning. That was a good thing because he could tell a woman like this would be way out of his league.
Brett tried to imagine she was a strict school teacher. That didn’t work at all.
He would let her smack him with a ruler anytime. Stop being a dick.
Brett followed her down the corridor to the consulting room. Doctor Blake looked about his age, around thirty. She limped, not much but he picked it up. Brett noticed stuff. It was a knack, but one that had not helped him in any way. He always made perfect joints with his woodwork. Did that count? This doc would probably not appreciate the fact he was staring at her legs right now. His gaze moved up. She had a good ass too.
He sat and took a deep breath. Fuck it. Too late to run. He was going to vomit. Doctors were cool with that, right?
Doctor Blake sat down and peered at him. “So, how can I help you today?” She smiled and briefly looked at her computer and his profile.
All doctors said that statement about helping you. Were they taught at medical school to have that as an opening line? I want you to check out my dick was most likely not the response she would expect.
“I was . . . I mean . . .” He ran his finger around the neck of his shirt even though it was not tight. Fuck.
“If you want to talk about something personal, it will be in complete confidence.”
Was he that obvious?
“I need to get my junk checked out.” As usual, his mouth had run away before his mind was in gear. There was a slight curl of her lip as she almost sniggered. Maybe she was not so straight laced under that veneer. Don’t go there.
“Is there any reason why you would like a sexual health check at this time? Do you have any current symptoms that are concerning you?”
Again, with the smile. How did doctors do that? They could ask questions about something like sex or your privates and it came out as if they were asking if you wanted sugar in your coffee.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. Bit nervous, I guess. I haven’t got any symptoms but thought it might be a good idea. Try and be a bit responsible and all.”
“That’s very admirable and I wish everyone thought that way. Let’s start with taking your blood pressure and you can tell me a bit about your sexual history.”
The gorgeous Doctor Blake took his blood pressure. He could cope with this.
“Well, let’s see, I suppose I’ve had about twenty sex partners over the years. It isn’t that many, is it?” Perhaps he should not be asking her that. He might not like the answer. Some of his mates had had less but some had had more, a lot more. He was in about the middle.
She typed into the computer and he was tempted to take a peek. Maybe she had put down ‘randy bastard.’ Nah, that would be unprofessional and she looked like a stickler for the rules being correct.
“I think I have all the information I need. I’ll let you get undressed, so we can do the examination.”
She left him behind the curtain to strip off and get on the examination table so she could take a swab. The idea of her staring at his dick didn’t worry him but sticking a swab up the end was another thing altogether. This shit was not normal. He covered his middle with the paper sheet she had given him.
Doctor Blake pulled back the curtain. She had gloves on. This was getting serious. He laid back and shut his eyes. Brett would have been happy with a blindfold at this point. But that would have been a bit kinky and he needed to be sensible. This woman was going to have his privates in her hands. He did not want to annoy her.
“This won’t take long . . . all I need to do is take a swab from the end of your penis.” She smiled at him. “You know, it’s a good idea if you keep breathing. I don’t want to have to call an ambulance.”
Brett opened his eyes and sucked in a gulp of air. The lovely doctor had a bit of a smirk on her face again. She probably thought he was being a big kid, which was true.
He could just see the death certificate. Patient died because he held his breath while swab was taken from his dick.
One big inhale and five seconds later, it was done. It had made his eyes water a bit but his imagination had been a lot worse. His visions in his head had been of a red-hot poker for some reason. She examined his balls and then covered him up.
“I’ll give you a form for a urine and blood test. That way we are checking for all the common sexually transmitted diseases. Doctor Wilson will give you a call when he gets the results back. I’ll let you get dressed.”
Brett had never gotten dressed so quickly. Now the deed was done, he wanted to be on his way even if Doctor Blake was attractive. He sat and fidgeted as she typed up her final notes.
“Is there anything else you would like me to help with?”
“Nope, I’m good. I’ll be honest—I hate doctors. Nothing against you. Had a habit of getting into a lot of scrapes as a kid and spent more than my fair time in emergency departments. My brother and I drove my mother mad.”
“I won’t take it personally. It was nice to meet you.”
Brett went to reception and paid his bill. What is the good doctor’s first name? He picked up the practice pamphlet. Doctor Autumn Blake. What a beautiful name. He loved autumn, or fall, as his American friends called it. It was his favorite time of year, especially in the Blue Mountains. The eucalypt trees stayed green but there were lots of deciduous trees that gave the landscape a brown and gold hue. Perhaps that was why he loved his job so much—he had a passion for trees, whether growing in the ground or being carved into something new through his carpentry.
His mind went back to the lovely doctor. Brett would not stand a chance with someone like her. Brett was rough and ready, swore, drank too much beer, and she was now aware he messed around. There was something about her though. Alluring—that was the word. Hell, he did not know where it came from but that was her.