Semua Bab My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Dr. ColeMy gloves snapped into place with a practiced motion.The wand sat on the tray beside me, waiting.I reached for it, fingers steady—but only just.It was a routine procedure. One I’d done hundreds of times. No different than the countless other internal sonograms I’d performed throughout my career.Except it was different.Because it was her.Beth Monroe, legs parted under a thin paper gown, eyes wide and trusting, letting me do what most men would kill to even fantasize about.And she didn’t know.Didn’t know how hard I was fighting not to imagine something else in my hands.Not a probe.Not a machine.Me.I picked up the wand and slid the condom over it with precise fingers, tugging it down until it covered the length of the probe. I reached for the rubber band and secured it at the base—tight, just enough to hold—but my thoughts were already somewhere else.Don’t go there.Too late.I’d seen her mouth. Her thighs. The way her breath hitched when I got close.She didn’t mea

Dr. Cole I hadn’t expected her to ask me to lunch.Not after everything that had just happened. Not after I’d had my fingers inside her body less than thirty minutes ago—professionally, clinically, and with the restraint of a saint gripping the edge of his own damn halo.But there she was, standing near the door with that cautious little smile, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear like it wasn’t the most innocent tell in the world.“I know it might be a little awkward considering I was just… spread eagle,” she said, half-laughing, half-cringing, “but I’m heading to lunch and thought maybe you’d want to go over some ideas for your marketing plan.”My jaw tightened slightly—not because I didn’t want to, but because I wanted to far too much.Say no.Be professional.Don’t let this become a thing.But the words never came.Instead, I found myself nodding. “I’d like that.”And I meant it. More than I should.I stepped toward the door to hold it open for her, only for the moment

BethThe door hadn’t even finished closing behind Tommy before Rachel let out a low whistle and turned to me with a look that was part impressed, part scandalized.“Okay but… ‘See you at home?’” she mimicked, eyebrows launching skyward. “What the hell, Beth? Has he moved in and you forgot to mention it? Who says it like that unless they’re, like, brushing crumbs off the shared couch and arguing about who left the toilet seat up?”I rolled my eyes and dropped into my chair. “He hasn’t moved in. God. It’s just… I think he meant my apartment. That’s where we usually end up hanging out anyway, so I guess he just called it home out of habit.”Rachel gave me a skeptical look. “That’s a big leap from ‘your place’ to ‘home.’ It’s giving ‘husband energy.’ Or at least ‘unofficial cohabitation with territorial undertones.’”I barked a laugh. “Okay drama llama deluxe, calm down. I think you’re reading way too much into it.”She leaned back and folded her arms. “I’m just saying. That whole exchang

Dr. ColeI had just finished logging patient notes when my phone lit up.Beth Monroe.I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my mouth. I let it ring twice—just enough to seem casual—before answering.“Miss Monroe,” I said smoothly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”“Okay, remember the first shoot?” she jumped right in, voice bright, slightly too fast. “When Rachel made all those ridiculous comments about Dr. Silver Fox and Dr. Sexy Young Buck?”I chuckled. “Yes. That was… unforgettable.”“Well, apparently she took it as a personal mission. She found a nurse practitioner who matches her ‘young buck’ fantasy to a terrifying degree, and as it turns out, he’s looking to relocate.”I leaned back in my chair, brows lifting. “Is that so?”“Yeah. And while her pitch was… unhinged, the idea itself wasn’t entirely off base.”I didn’t answer right away.Because, objectively? It wasn’t a terrible idea. Bringing on another provider would allow me to expand the practice, offer more appointme

BethI decided to work from home today.Not because I needed to — but because I couldn’t handle the idea of sitting in that office and pretending like everything was fine. Tommy hadn’t texted me again after his dramatic exit last night, but the tension was still clinging to my ribs like damp clothes. Heavy. Uncomfortable. Impossible to ignore.So I made coffee, flipped open my laptop at the kitchen table, and tried to pretend I wasn’t checking my phone every five minutes.By noon, I still hadn’t heard from him.Maybe that was why I placed the grocery order.A fully stocked fridge wouldn’t fix anything — but it might help avoid another “Where’s my dinner?” moment. If nothing else, it would give me a buffer. A head start. Something I could point to and say see? I tried.I added things I knew he liked: the garlic-stuffed olives, the overpriced lemonade, that spicy tuna he insisted was better than restaurant sushi. I even tossed in ingredients for that pasta dish he liked — the one I coul