Scandalous Scotsman - M.J. Fields Page 0,9

from him and to Dr. Hogue. “This is my Tonya.”

My Tonya? What the hell?

Dr. Hogue smirks and gives a little nod.

“I suggest ye call my office for an appointment so we can see what further damage ye’ve done to yer fractured ankle when kicking yer Tonya.”

“And bruised arse,” Dr. Hogue taunts a bit.

“Her arse is fine,” Dr. Stewart quips.

I feel the blood rush to my face and burn as Calliope, Bridget and, yes, even my Tonya all quietly giggle.

“Really, ladies?” Dr. Stewart scowls as he turns toward Dr. Hogue. “I’ll leave ye in primary school and meet you at the gym.”

“Claire Fraser,” the barista, Sheila, who shares in my love of Outlander and just happens to be working today, calls my fake name, telling me my order is up.

Ethan turns back and quirks an eyebrow at me, clearly questioning my sanity.

I fight with everything I am to remain composed as I stand and force my eyes from his. I start toward the counter when Ethan steps in my way.

“Go sit yer arse down. I’ll fetch yer order.”

I look up at him, confused.

He smirks. “Sassenach.”

Oh.

No.

He.

Didn’t.

But yes … yes, he did.

Friday

Ethan

Walking out of the wellness center after an hour of handball and an hour of weight training, Simon chuckles behind me. “You’re obviously working through something.”

“Got a lot on my mind,” I reply instead of stating the truth, which is: I feel as if I’ve lost the ever-loving fucking thing.

“Quirky little brunette is all I’ve been hearing about for a week now,” Simon continues to fuck with me.

It’s true. I did call him and go off about Ms. Bloom’s behavior in my office. Maybe more than once.

Never in my life have I wanted to redden the arse of a patient before, and I’ve had my fair share of difficult ones. But the moment they realize I’m not one to coddle, mince words, or put up with blatant disrespect, they stop their bullshit, and quickly learn that I am the best at what I do.

This little raven-haired, scotch-eyed, pale-skinned beauty had my hand twitching.

She challenged me, and it was obviously uncomfortable for her to do so, which made it extremely difficult to put her in her place immediately. She was literally, albeit without the words, asking for such treatment.

No one has challenged me in years. It riled me up.

And although she looks like she could play the role of pillow princess, someone to lie there magnificently naked, ready and aching to receive, I more pictured her as a woman you’d have to tie up, bind, and gag just to get yourself to lie with her.

She’s a brat.

Then she completely mistook me for a man that she found on a dating app who handled her inappropriately. Even though I have attempted to clear that up, she’s not buying it.

I’m not the type of man to send a picture of my cock to a woman yet to meet its acquaintance.

Her disbelief, and the fact that she actually dates men who she doesn’t even know, should have been more than enough to wipe her out of my mind. Yet, she’s occupied it long past eviction, whilst making me act like a fool at times.

I’m not a fool.

“Bridget says she’s single.”

“Not another word.” I hit the unlock button on the key fob, open my door and slide in.

“See you Monday,” Simon calls mischievously from behind me as I shut the door.

Turning down Terrace Drive and passing Ms. Bloom’s house, I actually do a double-take to see if there’s a light on.

There is.

I run a hand over my face and try to erase the image of her ass as she bent over my examination table. It’s the kind of ass no man forgets— round, soft, with a bit of a bounce to it. Flesh you could grip while plowing into her from behind. Sans the bruise, it’s the perfect ass.

I look at her front door and heat burns in my chest, and other places, when I think about her flushed face when she opened the door and the fact that I nearly chubbed up when I thought she was watching porn. Then the vibrating wand nearly brought me to my knees. My brain understands exactly who she is and why I was there. But that scene … Christ. She’s my fucking patient but trying to get that chart to my dick in that moment was more difficult than gaining citizenship here in the US.

This is wrong on so many levels, I think as I push the accelerator to