Epilogue
Doctor Bradley
Wind whips through my hair as I lean against the worn fence. I’m not sure what Luke has me out here for. I should be working with some of the other students as they do their clinicals. Instead, I’m watching the runners like I’m some glorified babysitter.
Soon enough, he jogs over to me and jerks his thumb at a slim redhead with a decent rack and an even better ass. Her curls blow about in the breeze until she gathers it up into a severe bun at the back of her head. Pity.
The hair softened her a bit, making her look a lot more graceful and alluring. Now, she just looks gaunt, like an overworked-underpaid taskmaster. None of this is cause for a doctor, however.
“She’s cute. What about her? Want me to critique her ass as you make her run?”
“No, smartass,” he snaps at me. “There’s something not really right with her. I’ve already had Doctor Andrew take a crack at her, but he says she’s fine. Just a classic overachiever.”
At the mention of my archrivals name, I stand a bit taller. Just because he’s a doctor it doesn’t count if it’s a pseudoscience. The fact that Luke is now coming to me proves I’m the better of the two.
“What’s going on with her?”
“You think I know? I’m not the doctor here. Just... fuck. Assess. Whatever. Make her come in for a physical. I don’t give a damn.”
Without waiting for a reply, he jogs off and joins the other at a thin white line. They all hunch down in anticipation of sprinting off, and I use that moment to really look at her. Long slim legs that would look divine wrapped around my hips. An ass that was made to be fucked. But nothing that just screams illness.
Thing is, I know a lot of stuff can be lurking, waiting, things that even sexy students might not know about. Pretty sure that’s not it, though. It has to be something a commoner like Luke could pick up on. So that rules out a lot of the idiopathic stuff.
Maybe it’s movement based. Orthopedic? In that case, he has the wrong physician, but I’d never say no to undressing her and checking every fucking inch.
It takes a sheer force of will to pull my head back into the game. It’s been so long since I’ve indulged in a Society submissive, that it’s fucking with my brain. Still though, if they had a gem like her, I might be tempted to claim her.
His loud shout pulls me back, and I watch as she takes off. Though I’ve never been one to really appreciate sports, I study her movements, memorizing the curve of her body as it goes through all the steps. From here, I see no flaws, no hesitations.
Once they’re done, her face is a bright red, and her breaths come in gasps, but she’s soon under control. If anything, she might have an issue regulating her cardio. But again, that’s not something that really needs a physician’s care. They go through this several more times until Luke finally lets them go.
“Well?”
“Well what? She did a good job running. Congrats on a winning team.”
“No. Did you see it?”
“You’ll have to tell me what I’m supposed to be looking at. All I saw was a girl running around and track and getting winded. It’s not rocket science.”
“Look. Can you just check her out for me? Please?”
“I need a reason to pull her in. I can’t just do a random physical. Students have rights, you know.”
“Fuck. I forgot. Not all of them are members of The Society. Damn it.”
“What do you think is going on here? Maybe that will help me out.”
“I don’t know. She seems jittery maybe. Just overwrought?”
A soft chuckle vibrates my chest. “It’s a college campus. Everyone here probably has an illegal amount of caffeine in their systems.”
“Well, what do you suggest then, genius?”
“What about a random test to prepare for a match? I don’t know. like piss in a jar and give blood.”
“Oh. Actually. That will work. We have a big meet up in a few weeks. That’s perfect. I’ll send her your way. Thanks. Her name is Tasha Bedingfield.”
“Don’t mention it,” I call out as he jogs away again.
All those years in medical school and a residency only to be a lackey for the teachers at Loftry. My, how the mighty have fallen. The only consolation is knowing I’ll soon have my hands on such a pretty girl. And, with any luck, I might be able to ferret out a secret or two. It’s high time I find my own little plaything here at Loftry.
When Doctor Bradley finds out the secret Tasha is hiding, is it enough to bring her into the fold? Or will he have to take matters into his own hands and stethoscope? Find out in Physician’s Predicament.
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