I stood up and followed Anya back into the examination room, my pulse quickening with a mix of anticipation and faux nervousness. Nathalie was also instructed to follow, but Olivia and Nancy were left outside, the door clicking shut behind us with a finality that made the air feel heavier.
The examination table where Nathalie had squatted so shamefully earlier had already been wiped clean, the paper covering fresh and crisp.
Anya turned to me, her expression all business, though her cheeks held a faint flush. "Mr. Dexter, please lie down and remove your lower clothes," she instructed, her voice steady but carrying an edge of professional detachment.
I hesitated for a moment, my face heating up as I pretended to be overwhelmed by embarrassment. My fingers fumbled at the button of my pants, my mind racing—this is too easy.
