Doctor, Stop Flirting

Your sister and I are D, how do you just become A? You must be sick. No, I think it's quite big. patient fiftytwo Sophie Bennett please proceed to exam room two. I stared at the door plaque Doctor Ethan Carter thoracic surgery white coat that stupid trim waste the forearms. I absolutely was not thinking about a month ago that waste had been pinned over mine while he whispered what are you standing there mom sm. acked me between the shoulder blades doctor carter is harvard trained sophie do you have any idea how impossible his appointments are to book. His mother is in my Pilates class. We had to beg. Next patient. Here to get back together. Here for a checkup. Where does it hurt? Doctor Carter, I'm Sophie's mother. I need you to take a look at her. Her chest is so small. Don't you think there might be something wrong? Like a developmental issue. Mrs. Bennett breast size is influenced by genetics nutrition. and exactly. You think it could be because of the wrong milk powder. we gave her when she was little. If i have committed crimes, please let the legal system punish me. Not my own mother. Not by dragging me to my exboyfriend so he can confirm. I have small boobs. the patient's family suspects that the milk powder caused the poor breast development. A physical exam will be necessary. Family members, please wait outside. I clutched my appointment slip. Can I switch doctors? Reception is to the right. He didn't even look up. Rebook and rejoin the queue. No, no, no. the line is too long, Mom said, slamming me down onto the exam table. What's the matter with a male doctor? You young people are so oldfashioned. To a doctor, gender doesn't even exist. I died inside. Gender doesn't exist to doctors. What about exboyfriends? Also, he's a thoracic surgeon. Why are we asking him about my bra size? Ethan pulled the privacy curtain closed, adjusted his glasses. Unbutton the clothes and remove the bra.

I gripped the hem of my shirt and glared at him. You're abusing your authority. He's been it first. You booked an appointment with me. Second, i am a physician treatment is my job. His eyes flicked down third. There isn't an interview. I haven't already seen. I gritted my teeth, sucked in a breath, yanked my shirt up. His fingers were cold. I flinched. Relax. Who'S Who'S Tense. Your heart rate is elevated. A tiny smirk tugged at his mouth as he bent to his work. Professional sensation. no. no. No means no, Dr Carter's technique is just terrible. We broke up. Do I really need to fake it? my technique is terrible. Sophie, place your hand on your heart when you say that. Your hands already on my heart. jackass. What about now? Feels like you're groping me. Any pain? No. Tenderness? No. Any itching normally? Yeah, but not there. Ethan, are you done? You and I both know I don't have anything wrong with me. Nothing wrong from what i can see. It is pretty small. That's because my ex didn't put in the work. His arms led around my waist. I tipped caught against his chest. Is that an invitation to try harder this time? Or is this you running the same play twice for the record? We'd only been together because i wore him down. He gave in because i never stopped trying. I'd come to that hospital with my best friend who needed a checkup. One look at ethan carter and i was gone. White coat wire rim glasses, broad shoulders. The whole untouchable emotionally unavailable, dr. Fantasy in six, which want a flesh and blood and i'm a sucker for hands. His were long fingered, ridiculously elegant. Every time he typed up a chart, my pulse spike like i was being defibrillated.

I clung to the door frame and swallowed my own saliva. I get it now. This is the bridge effect. My best friend, after watching me drool over a man for a full hour, developed an erythema from the secondhand stress. I forced her to be admitted for a month, so i'd have an excuse to keep showing up. I became an unofficial member of the thoracic surgery department, brought him bubble tea in the mornings, he scolded me for the sugar. Brought him lunch, he scolded me for the carbs. Stalked the lobby at night, he scolded me for the sleep schedule. After 30 days of me throwing fake low blood sugar swoons into his arms. Ethan finally cornered me in a stairwell. Sophie, what are you doing? You. Look, dr. Carter whenever i see you my heart rate spikes, what kind of treatment plan do you recommend? But here's the thing about ethan carter, he moves at a glacial pace, three months of dating before he held my hand. Six months before our first real kiss. Every time i tried to take it further, he gave me the same look, half hungry, half saintly. and said, it's too fast. I waged a six month campaign to seduce him, when i finally pulled it off. The man i'd fought to undress turned out to be a menace in bed. But you can't live on great sex alone. He worked constantly out the door at 7 a. m. Home at 9 p. m. If i was lucky, i try to start something and he'd be reviewing case notes, writing papers studying for some certification, a workhorse with a sixpack. The week of my birthday, i'd been celibate for 15 days. I had plans. We were going to see a movie. We were going to have dinner and then i was going to seduce. The Movie Hadn'T Even Started When His Phone Went Off. HE Kissed MY Forehead And Ran. I watched the film alone, ate sandwich for one. The loneliness ate at me until it curdled into something meaner. He didn't reply to my texts, so i went to the hospital with takeout, and found him in a glass walled conference room, laughing, actually laughing, something he never did in public. With a woman in a white coat.

They look like a magazine spread matching resumes matching ambition matching everything. Something deflated inside me. A man like ethan carter was great in bed. But marriage material. For me. I was a freelance writer who watched anime. He was a top thoracic surgeon at a major hospital. We didn't match in that moment. I didn't even want to sleep with him anymore. So I broke up with him. Why? Your technique sucks. Then i blocked him on everything. He didn't chase me, he didn't text, he didn't show up at my door. So technically, i dumped him. And now i'd accidentally booked an appointment with him, which definitely made it look like i was crawling back. You're imagining things, doctor Carter. My mother booked this appointment. Also, once is enough. Don't mention it. Practice makes perfect. How sweet of you, doctor, hooking patients' bras. You're welcome. Honestly, You'RE The First Patient I'VE Had Come TO ME Because Her Chest Was Too Small. Doctor. is she is something wrong with her? She's perfectly healthy, Mrs Bennett. Then why is my younger one a D cup and my older daughter is barely an A? Probably she takes after her uncle. So you're saying her chest is hopeless? I'd recommend papaya in her diet. And massage can be effective. Some women experience secondary development during pregnancy and breastfeeding. Got it. She needs a man, dr. Carter, your mother told me you just broke up with someone. What do you think of my daughter?