DOCTOR BRIAN II

Lisa

“I’ll be the head consultant for the cardiology department and I would greatly appreciate your uncompromising hard work and mutual respect. Thank you.” Those were his last words before he headed down the stage.

Lord! He is fine as hell!! I thought to myself careful not to draw any attention.

Mr Miller, the now ex-consultant gave a closing speech but I was too lost in thought to hear a thing. All I could think of was Brian.

He clearly saw me and with the way his gaze lingered when he did, He definitely knew who I was. He knew I was the same girl from his backseat.

Within minutes, we returned to the nurses’ station, right outside Mr. Miller’s office or rather, Brian’s office, as of tomorrow.

My gaze locked onto the door, my mind desperately trying to pierce through it. I wondered what he was doing in there right now. Was he sitting at the desk, or standing? Did he have his sleeves rolled up?

God, I wanted to be near him.

Evelyn’s voice drifted over to me, but I couldn’t process a single word. She was speaking, but Brian was the only thing occupying my mind.

The whore in me was already making plans. I wanted to know what it would take to see the face of the almighty head consultant drenched in pleasure and consumed by lust. Just for me.

The rest of the day I couldn't concentrate on anything. Work, Patients, Case files, nothing!.

One time while checking vitals the beeps of the sphygmomanomerer kept reminding me of the pulsating feeling of a big fat veiny cock, one big enough to fill me up so deep I wouldn'tbe able to breathe.

“Fuck”. I wanted brian so badly and I don't even know why.

With barely an hour left of my shift, the heavy wooden door clicked open, and Mr. Miller stepped out of his office. He adjusted his jacket as he walked over to the nurses' station, offering a formal nod.

“Well, ladies, that wraps up my final evening," Mr. Miller said, his voice carrying its usual stiff tone. "I am officially signing off. Till we see again."

"We’re going to miss you around here, Mr. Miller," Evelyn said, giving him a warm, professional smile. "Thank you for everything."

“Yes, thank you, sir," I chimed in, forcing a polite nod to match Evelyn's energy.

Mr. Miller let out a dry, rare chuckle. "Now, now, don't all cry at once. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone. The hospital will still be standing tomorrow."

Evelyn chuckled politely at his signature dry humor, and I managed a faint, automatic smile. But the moment the words left his mouth, my mind completely drifted away, tuning out the rest of their conversation as it consumed a single name.

Brian.

I pictured him alone in that massive office, sitting behind that grand desk. A sudden, wicked image flashed through my mind of being in there with him. “Oh, naughty girl.” I chided myself, a sudden flush rising to my cheeks.

The sharp, sudden ring of the desk bell jarred me out of my thoughts. It came from the office. THE! office. It was the exact tone the consultant used to practically summon the nurse on duty.

"I'll get it," Evelyn said, shifting as if to stand up.

"Oh, no, no. I've got it," I insisted, already on my feet.

Evelyn gave me a knowing look. "Oh, so now you've got it, huh?"

"Yeah, I do," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips.

Stopping right in front of the office door, I took a quick breath and adjusted my uniform, tugging the top zipper down just enough to expose a hint of skin. I turned the handle, stepped inside, and quietly clicked the door shut behind me.

"You rang, Doctor Brian?"

He looked up from his desk. "Yes, I did, Miss...?"

"Olandra. Lisa Olandra."

His gaze lingered on me for a long moment, his eyes scanning me as if trying to figure out exactly what to do with me.

"Miss Olandra," he finally spoke, his voice deep. "I need the case files for all the outpatients scheduled for tomorrow."

I maintained my smirk, taking a slow step forward. "Is that all you need?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?" I teased.

"Very.”

“You’re sure that you don't want your share of this goodness” I teased again trailing my fingers down my zipper to unzip it slowly.

He stared at me for a long time, so long that I couldn't tell if it was lust or disgust. He had seen me naked and he knew how big my tits were but he didn't seem to care.

“Case files, please,” he added, his voice completely unimpressed. He sounded like he couldn't wait for me to leave.

I turned toward the door, a sudden sting of offense tightening my chest. I hadn’t expected him to fold immediately, but he should have at least been affected. Was I losing my touch, or was he just a notoriously tough nut to crack?

“Miss Olandra.”

I paused and turned back, a spark of hope flaring up. “Yes?”

“Whatever happened between you and Floyd is none of my business,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine with cool authority. “But this is a workspace, and I would appreciate it if you acted accordingly.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

I spun on my heel and walked out, initially furious. But by the time I dropped off the files at the desk, the anger had melted into pure determination. This was a challenge now and I was going to have him, no matter what it took.

That night I could barely sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Brian's face those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through my slutty exterior. My pussy was dripping, aching for a taste of what I knew would be the best dick of my life.

I tossed and turned, my fingers finding their way between my legs again and again. Each orgasm was hollow, leaving me wanting more. "Fuck this," I muttered at 3 AM, grabbing my phone. I found his profile on the hospital directory Dr. Brian Anderson, world-renowned cardiologist my ass. More like world-renowned for making nurses wet their panties.

The next day at work, I made sure my uniform was extra tight. Every time I passed his office, I made sure to bend over just enough to give him a view of the thong I'd chosen specifically for him bright red against my chocolate skin. I caught him looking once, twice, three times before he caught himself and looked away, adjusting his tie like it was suddenly choking him.

By lunchtime, I was ready to pull out the big guns. I "accidentally" spilled coffee all over my white uniform top right outside his door. "Oh no!" I cried out, making sure he heard me.

When he opened the door, my nipples were practically poking through the now-transparent fabric. "Dr. Anderson," I said, my voice all innocence. "I've had a little accident."

His jaw tightened as he took in the sight. "Miss Olandra, perhaps you should... change."

"I don't have a spare uniform," I lied. "But I do have a solution if you're willing to help."

He just stared at me, and I knew I had him. The professional facade was cracking, and underneath was a man who wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

"Meet me in the supply closet at the end of the east wing in ten minutes," he said, his voice low and rough. "And don't be late."

My pussy clenched at his words. "Yes, Doctor."

As I walked away, I knew this was just the beginning. Brian Anderson thought he could resist me, but by the time I was done with him, he'd be begging for more of what only I could give.