Puppy Love
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‘I really have to remember to get new sneakers,’ I muttered to myself as I briskly walked up front to load the next patient. I laid the file open on the counter to skim through the new patient form. Eight year old Jack Russell with a 4 month history of intense itching with minimal response to steroids and antibiotics.
I turned to face the waiting room and my eyes fell on a scruffy, bald-legged terrier who started chewing aggressively on his hind leg. I smiled. This one would be easy, maybe we had a chance of catching up after our crazy morning. The owner leaned forward in his chair and murmured for the dog to stop chomping on himself.
‘I assume this is Reggie?’
The man looked up and our eyes met. ‘ How could you tell?’ he smiled.
Oh my, was he cute. Turning, I asked him to follow me back to the exam room. I faced him after we entered the room, and bent to pat Reggie as he jumped up at my leg in greeting. ‘I’m Emma, one of Dr. Paul’s technicians. I love the broken coated Jack Russells, they’re so cute!’
‘I’m Dave,’ he grinned.
I maintained eye contact briefly, returning his friendly smile. ‘It’s nice to meet you,’ I said as I lifted Reggie onto the table to get his weight. I always felt so awkward around good-looking guys. I knew it was childish but I couldn’t seem to grow out of it. He was several inches taller than me with short, dirty blond hair that was a little disheveled. It looked like it would be curly if he let it grow longer. He had broad shoulders and nicely muscled arms that I could appreciate because he had on a short-sleeved tee. Lord, how I loved a man with strong arms…
I had to remind myself to be a big girl and make eye contact as I asked him a few questions about medications. I felt like a shy teenager, not a 29 year old woman. I explained that I would bring his paperwork back to the doctor and left the room.
When I got to our area in the back, Jess was the only person around. I looked at her questioningly and she sighed. ‘He went to see that case that came in through emergency since you weren’t back yet.’
‘Oh for Christ’s sake! I wasn’t gone that long! Would you write this up for me then? It looks like scabies. I’ll go get some samples and kill time so this poor guy doesn’t feel ignored.’ I made my way back to the exam room, hoping he was the kind of person that was easy to talk to. I hated trying to make small talk when the doctor was running late, it didn’t always come easily to me.
I knocked once then entered. ‘The doctor is running a little behind, so I’ll start getting some samples. Sorry about the wait,’ I apologized.
‘No problem, as long as you can fix my dog.’
‘That’s what we’re here for. Want to put him back up here?’ I grabbed materials to do a skin scraping. ‘So this started about 4 months ago?’
‘Yeah. I thought it was stress. He started licking his legs a lot after my ex-wife moved out.’ I looked up at his thoughtful frown, and my heart went out to him.
‘I’m sorry. I got divorced last year. I know it’s hard.’
He smiled at me and it made my chest ache. I remembered how alone I felt when my marriage was crumbling. I had wanted someone to talk to so badly, but didn’t know anyone who had gone through it, that I felt close enough to confide in. It had been 8 months since he moved out, and I still felt alone.
I rubbed Reggie behind his ears. ‘Let’s see what’s making you itch!’ I explained what I was doing while I collected my sample, and put it under the microscope.
‘This kind of mange mite can be hard to find,’ I said as I started looking at the slide. ‘He might have been sad when she left, but somebody else moved in and caused the itching. Want to see?’
Chuckling, he crossed the room to the scope. ‘Can you see them moving?’
‘Yes. There’s an adult and two babies in this field.’
‘Gross,’ he muttered as he peered through the eyepiece. ‘Why am I not itchy?’
‘They can’t survive on people. Some owners get a rash but most have no signs at all.’
‘I can’t believe my vet missed this but we were here 5 minutes and you solved the problem.’
He was standing close to me and I could smell cologne or aftershave. Whatever it was, it smelled great. And there I was, my hair in a ponytail, no make-up, in scrubs that smelled like dog. I felt really attractive. I averted my eyes from his smiling face. ‘It happens. I’m going to go see if the doctor is ready for you.’
Before stepping out of my way, he thanked me.
I met his gaze for a moment to say ‘You’re welcome,’ and couldn’t help but return his friendly smile.
In the back, I let the doctor know what I found before he went to see Reggie and I stayed back to do some phonecalls. A short time later, I went back to the exam room with his discharge paperwork and medications. He stood from the bench and stepped close to me while I went through his instructions, and I wanted nothing more than to lean in close and breathe him in.
‘You can see us in a month if needed, but these treatments should have him back to normal before then. Hopefully you won’t have to see us again!’
‘I don’t know if I’ll hope for that, Emma.’ The curve of his mouth made me want to fall over. Did I hear right?
I’m sure my laugh sounded nervous and ridiculous as I racked my brain for an appropriate response. I couldn’t think of one. ‘Here’s your meds,’ I blurted as I handed over the bag. My fingers tingled as they brushed his. I felt like, for every month that had passed since I’d been intimate with my ex, I had reverted a year in my sexual maturity. He was making me feel like a hormonal teenager. I wanted to hear him say my name while he was thrusting himself inside of me. The thought made me blush, I felt the heat spread across my face. And in other places.
‘Enjoy your weekend,’ I said lamely. I thought I saw his blue eyes sparkle with amusement as he gave me one last smile before turning to leave.
He was probably laughing at me, I reasoned. I was so keyed up I probably misheard him, and he must think I’m an idiot, avoiding eye contact and stumbling over my words. Guys don’t flirt with me. Especially when I’m wearing loose scrubs and a sloppy ponytail. Even when I’m all done up and dressed nice, out with friends, they’re the ones who get the attention. Not me, the tall brunette with her boring brown eyes who could stand to lose about 30 pounds. I could make them laugh, but I could never seem to hold their attention long enough to make an impression.
The handful of guys I dated before I met my ex-husband 10 years ago, I had met online. I even met Michael online. Part of me had always felt like I had settled. He wanted to go out more than a few times, and at the time, that was enough for me. We got along fairly well for a long time, then as time went on we had grown apart. I talked to him about it, and we decided to try to make it work. Then he met someone else, and he was unfaithful. I didn’t know how I’d be able to trust someone again. I hadn’t even made any attempts at dating since our break-up because I felt so insecure. I thought, even if someone did show interest in me, how could I help but drive them away eventually with my distrust?
I went into the bathroom to put some cool water on my face and calm down. I felt all the pain of my breakup and all my fears for my future relationships welling up, and I couldn’t have a break-down here, in the middle of my work day!
By the time I got back to our desks, Dr. Paul was typing up discharges for another case. ‘That jack russel guy was impressed with you,’ he said when he saw me.
‘Oh shut up, Brad.’
‘I told you, the next time, marry for money. He’s a doctor.’
‘How do you manage to find out everyone’s occupations when you talk to them for 10 minutes about their itchy dogs?’ He shrugged, and I had to ask. ‘What kind of doctor?’
‘Ophthalmologist.’
‘It doesn’t matter anyway, we’ll never see hi
m again.’
‘He might come back in a few weeks.’
‘And if he did, so what? I’m not dressed to impress here. He won’t even remember my name a week from now when his dog starts growing hair on his legs.’ I sighed. ‘I need to meet a man like him,’ I muttered under my breath.
‘You just did,’ he replied. ‘Maybe you need an eye exam.’
‘Stop being an ass,’ I laughed.
***
Naturally, I googled Dr. David Harper when I got home that night. His practice was not far from my house. I had looked at his address in Reggie’s chart and saw that he only lived 15 minutes from me. I felt like a desperate loser but I couldn’t help myself. I was reading through his list of credentials and calculated that he would be about 33 years old. The picture next to his bio made my heart flutter as I remembered seeing that smile in real life. I felt guilty researching him like a stalker.
I needed to clear my mind, so I pulled out sketch paper and some charcoal, curled up on the couch, and started drawing. I always fell into this state of inner quiet while drawing or painting. I thought it must be like what people feel when they meditate, though I could never clear my mind by just being still. Soon, I was staring at a bright-eyed Jack Russel terrier, his tongue lolling in a doggy-grin, standing on his hind legs. I laughed at myself. So much for getting the eye doctor off my mind. I laid the drawing on my desk when I put away my drawing materials, and took my shih tzu for a short walk before bedtime.
He curled up in his doggy bed and watched me undress for bed. ‘I bet you’d have fun playing with Reggie, George.’ He lifted his head at the sound of his name. ‘I bet I’d have fun playing with his owner.’ I stripped off all of my clothes, thinking of that smile, and the way his bright blue eyes smiled, too. I enjoyed the feeling of the cool sheets on my skin as I slid into bed.
I thought how nice it would be to climb in next to David, and run my fingers along the smooth buldges of his biceps, the soft skin on the inside of his forearm, and take his hand. I would place his palm over my breast and straddle his hips, so I could feel his hard length press against me as I kissed his sexy mouth.
I caressed my breasts, imagining the soft touch of his large hands. I felt a tingling down low and wished I could feel him fill me. As I let one hand caress my stomach, then the patch of curls on my mound, I imagined it was his finger delving into my wetness. I thought of his erection pressing against my ass before I lifted myself to allow him access, the swollen head of his cock pressing into my tight hole. I wondered if he would be large enough to bottom out, to completely fill me.
I reached two fingers inside to caress my g-spot, then resumed rubbing my clit with my slippery fingers. It would be incredible to grind against him, make him beg for more, ride him to an earth-shattering climax. I thought of him growling my name as he pulsed inside of me, and I felt a tingling sensation spread down my legs before the wave of my orgasm washed over me. I gasped, catching my breath, and as I curled up on my side and closed my eyes I hoped I would dream of him. The small, hopeful part of my brain wondered if somewhere, a few miles away, someone might be thinking of me, too.
***
Weeks passed quickly because work was so hectic, and Dave slipped to the back of my mind. So when Brad informed me one morning that ‘Dr. Love’ was on the day’s schedule, I was confused for a moment. When I realized who he was referring to, I kindly reminded my boss that he’s an ass.
‘You’re not very nice to me, Emma.’
I rolled my eyes at him and went up front to get the first appointment of the day. I couldn’t help smiling. Was he coming back because Reggie was still having problems? Or because he really did want to see me again? Did I even care?
The morning seemed to drag. As the hour drew closer to Reggie’s appointment time, we started to get backed up because a client had arrived late. When I came back from discharging a recheck appointment, I was disappointed to learn that the other technician had gone into Reggie’s appointment with Dr. Paul.
As Brad approached his desk after the visit, he winked at me. ‘He asked if you were working today, so I told him I’d send you up with his paperwork.’
‘Don’t bullshit me. I hate you so much right now.’
‘I’m actually not,’ he said with a straight face. That lame, delusional part of my brain hoped he was being serious.
The rest of me muttered ‘Yeah, right’ under my breath, then asked, ‘Isn’t he doing better?’
‘Yeah, he’s great. We’re just getting him a refill so he can continue monthly treatment to prevent him from being re-infested.’
I grabbed his refill and discharge papers and headed up front, trying not to grin like an idiot. I knocked lightly and entered the room.
He flashed me a bright smile and stood up to greet me. Reggie did too, so I laughed and scratched his head. ‘How are you, Emma? Did the doctor tell you I was asking for you?’
I was dumbfounded. I smiled. ‘I was happy to hear that Reggie has done so well.’
‘Yeah, I was hoping you were here because I wanted you to see him.’
My heart sank a little, and I scolded myself. What was I expecting him to say? I forced the smile to stay on my face.
‘And I wanted to see you.’
I realized my mouth was open, but all I could say was, ‘What?’ I looked up into his eyes, too shocked to be shy.
He smiled, then he averted his gaze and cleared his throat nervously. ‘I know I don’t know you, but I felt… drawn to you, last time I was here. Forgive me if I’m being inappropriate, please tell me and I’ll stop.’ His eyes met mine. I said nothing. I just stared at him. Was he for real?
He continued. ‘At the risk of sounding like a creep, I looked you up on Facebook and was going to Friend you but I thought that might weird you out. I just wanted the chance to get to know you a little bit.’
I felt a surge of confidence when I saw how nervous he was. I kept the blank expression on my face. ‘I guess that is a little creepy.’ I paused and he turned red. I couldn’t keep a straight face. ‘I’m fucking with you,’ I laughed, patting his arm reassuringly. ‘I googled you,’ I admitted. ‘If I had thought of it, I would have Facebook-stalked you, too, Dr. Harper.’
He smiled with a relieved look on his face, and laughed.
‘I am also a creep,’ I grinned.
He flashed me that smile that made me melt four weeks earlier. ‘Maybe we could take our dogs to the park this weekend?’
‘That sounds like fun.’
‘So, I can add you?’
‘I’ll accept.’ I opened the exam room door for him. He smiled at me and left.
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