Chapter 5 #2
“Within the next few weeks. The girls up front can get you scheduled. What do you do for work?” he asks.
“I’m a computer engineer for Innovex. I work from home for the most part,” I say.
“Perfect. You shouldn’t need much time off then. It’s still surgery though, so make sure that you have someone around to help and rest,” he says.
“My best friend is about to be my neighbor, so I’ll just make her be my mom for a few days,” I say, and he smirks.
“Alright, Ms. Brooks,” he says as he stands.
“Luna, please,” I say.
“Alright, Luna,” he smiles. “Let’s do this exam and we'll get you scheduled for the surgery.”
“Fuck. Okay,” I sigh.
“Would you like for me to walk you through the exam first?” he asks when he sees how nervous I’ve suddenly become.
“No, I know what you’re going to do, it's just… shit. Nevermind,” I sigh. He turns from grabbing gloves and narrows his eyes for a fraction of a second.
“Luna,” he starts to say.
“It’s just that I have piercings and uhm… well…”
“I understand,” he says kindly. “I’ll be easy on you.”
I stare at him, not knowing how to respond as he continues to set up for the exam. When he’s done, he has me lay back.
“Okay, just bring your feet up to the stirrups and let your knees fall apart,” he says. I do as he says and try not to think about him or my books. “Scoot down just a little for me… perfect. Speculum first but tell me if anything hurts.”
“Kay,” I whisper.
The thing about these piercings is that they make me super fucking sensitive.
It doesn’t do that for everyone, and I didn’t even get it for that reason.
I think it’s supposed to be like a pseudo-treatment.
It’s more about reclaiming your body. I’ve read that it’s a part of certain forms of acupuncture that can be helpful, but it just depends on who you talk to.
There’s not much medical research to back it up.
When he opens the speculum a wave of weird pain and pleasure immediately sweeps over me, and I bite back a groan.
Female doctors that I have had have never commented on my reactions.
I don’t know why I think he would be any different.
There’s just something different about accidentally having an orgasm around a woman than a man.
A man that I also think is fucking gorgeous.
“Just the swab,” he says. I have my palms pressed to my forehead, trying to calm down.
“Are you sexually active?” he asks.
“No,” I say quietly.
“Do you want me to test you for STIs?”
“No. I’ve been tested since then,” I reply.
“Okay,” he says. “Luna, I’m going to be blunt with you here…”
“Oh no,” I sigh. He takes the speculum out, but I know he’s not done.
“You have a few cysts on your cervix. They’re not large and I don’t think they could be cancerous but considering your family history, i’d like to do a biopsy to make sure,” he says carefully.
“They’re likely Nabothian cysts and usually I won’t even mention them, but I also don’t like to leave room for the what-if. ”
“Fuck,” I say, running my hands down my face.
“Like I said, I don’t think you have anything to worry about, but I want to make sure,” he says. “It requires a biopsy, but I can do it at the same time as your surgery.”
“Alright. I feel like you’re trying to make sure I don’t have a panic attack in your office, but okay.”
“I understand, but if I thought it was bad, I would tell you,”He says before patting my knee. “One last thing and we will be done. You’ll feel some pressure but let me know if it hurts, alright?”
“Okay.”
“Just relax, Luna,” he says softly.
“Easy for you to say,” I grumble, and he chuckles.
I close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I’ve had this hurt, but I’ve also accidentally had an orgasm. The moment he starts to push two fingers inside of me, I know where this is headed. The piercing is overly sensitive today and I’m not in pain now.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks. I shake my head because I’m trying to not make it so obvious what he is accidentally doing to me.
I make the mistake of opening my eyes, and I see that he is watching me closely.
He presses down on my lower belly while pressing up with his fingers.
I know this is a normal thing they do, the way he’s looking at me is different.
The combination of sensations mixes, and it feels so fucking good.
Too good, in fact. He shifts his fingers and presses up again.
My body instantly responds by sending an orgasm rolling through me.
“No, no, no,” I say with a whine that quickly and unexpectedly turns into a moan.
I slap my hand over my mouth as something louder spills out of me.
My back involuntarily arches off the bed and I twist slightly as my entire body tenses up.
My body relaxes when he pulls his fingers out of me, and I’m too fucking stunned to say anything.
He takes a step back to throw away his gloves, and I quickly sit up, contemplating throwing myself out of the window.
It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t look so fucking delighted.
It’s probably not every day his patient accidentally comes on his hand.
“Okay, Luna,” he says. “I’ll have them get you scheduled for a pre-op appointment and surgery at the first available. That should be in the next week or two.”
I nod because if I speak, it’ll end up being a threat to kill myself. Maybe that’s dramatic but I definitely just came on his hand and now he’s smiling at me. Although, he was smiling at me before also. “Luna.”
“Please, don’t,” I whisper, and he nods.
“We’ll leave your birth control alone for now,” he says, and I nod.
I don’t look up at him because there’s no way I’m looking him in the eye ever again.
In fact, I think I can just live with the pain.
It’s almost like he can read my mind because the moment I think about hightailing it out of here without scheduling the surgery, he sighs. “Luna.”
“What?” I sigh.
“Schedule the surgery and let’s get this figured out for you, okay?”
“I’ll call up here later today and schedule it,” I lie.
“Well, we are neighbors, so I’ll just remind you until you do,” he says. “Please believe me when I tell you it’s normal. Okay?”
“Kay,” I say dismissively.
“Alright. I’ll see you soon, Luna,” he says. I nod and he leaves the room.
I get up and I get dressed as fast as I can. Once I’m dressed, I grab my phone and rush out of the room. I make eye contact with him again when I get to the front desk but quickly look away. It should be fucking illegal to be that goddamn good-looking.
“Okay, so we are scheduling you for a pre-op appointment?” The woman at the counter asks. I stare at Dominic for a second before shaking my head.
“No,” I say. “Is that all?”
“Uh… yeah,” she says. “I’ll put a note in your account in case you change your mind. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“You’re good to go then,” she says. I turn and flee from the building. Once I am back in my car, I press the button to call someone as I put my window down to let in some air and lay my head on the steering wheel.
“Call Harper Bennett,” I say to my car.
“Calling Harper Bennett,” it replies in a robotic voice.
“Hey,” Harper answers.
“I just came on my hot doctor's hand,” I say.
“Oh shit. What did he do?”
“Nothing. He kept doing what he was doing and smiled at me,” I say. “He wants me to have some procedure done to check for endometriosis, but I think that I would rather perform the surgery myself, then to ever look him in the face again.”
“What? You didn’t schedule it?” she asks.
“No. I ran away like a coward while he watched,” I say.
“Luna Ann Brooks, are you fucking kidding me? You are in so much pain all of the time and you’ve dealt with it since you were preteen.
I have personally taken care of you for days on end when you couldn’t get out of bed because you were in so much pain.
Schedule the surgery. I don’t care if you shit in your hand and threw it at him like a monkey.
Schedule the fucking surgery,” she says sternly.
“She’s not wrong,” I hear Dominic say from beside the car. I gasp and nearly jump out of my skin. When I look over, he is smiling softly at me as he sets something in the passenger seat of the car beside me.
“Oh! Is that the hot,” she starts to say, but I cut her off.
“Shut the fuck up, Harper. You’re on Bluetooth,” I scold her “what do you want?”
“You’re parked next to me, and your friend talks loudly when she scolds you,” he says.
“Schedule the fucking surgery, brat. Stop being stubborn,” Harper pipes in.
“I’m going to hang up on you if you don’t shut up,” I warn, and she giggles.
“Your pre-op appointment is two weeks from today. The surgery is scheduled for the next day. Come to the appointment and if you still don’t want the surgery, I will cancel it myself. Okay?” he says.
“Why?”
“Because your chart is filled with visits over the last decade where you are practically begging that incompetent doctor for help. You have been trying to get someone to listen to you for years and now I am listening. Come to the appointment, okay? I still would like to do the biopsy.”
“What biopsy?” Harper says.
“I have cysts on my cervix,” I sigh.
“I swear to God, I will call your fucking dad if you don’t go to that goddamn appointment, Luna. Then you get to explain to him why you’re being a stubborn little shit,” Harper says. “If you hang up on me, I will call him right now.”
“Both of you piss me off,” I frown.
“Mute her,” he instructs quietly. I nod and grab my phone to mute the call. “I’m not concerned about the cysts, but I am concerned about you being in so much pain,” Dominic says.
“I have terrible anxiety, and I just made a fool of myself,” I say simply. “I don’t think that any of you realize how difficult this is for me right now.”
“You bitch. You put me on mute,” Harper says. “And they say that orgasms are supposed to relieve stress.”
“I hate her so much sometimes,” I sigh and shake my head.