Obviously, I was the last patient scheduled for the day, and I was making both her and the doctor wait longer than necessary, which probably meant they couldn't go home until I was done. She walked over and opened the door to the examination room for me, then promptly closed it behind me as she returned to her desk in the reception area. I flinched slightly as the door clicked shut, feeling suddenly trapped.
The doctor was busy doing something at his desk and had his back turned toward me. Without even looking in my direction, he casually said, "Please have a seat, Mrs. Bianca." His voice was surprisingly deep and undeniably sexy, with a slight accent I couldn't quite place. From behind, I could see he was exceptionally tall, with impressively wide shoulders, and I couldn't help but notice the well-defined muscles visible even under the loose sleeves of his white medical coat.
I didn't move a single inch closer to him or say even one word in response. Instead, I immediately turned my body around, intending to make a quick escape from this increasingly uncomfortable situation. I suddenly realized I hadn't even known what appropriate attire would be for an appointment like this. I was wearing a simple black button-up shirt with blue skinny jeans that felt too tight in this moment. My long black hair was neatly braided, but it still reached all the way down to my waist, making me feel self-conscious about how I looked. I didn't even fully understand what a gynecologist actually did during an examination. Was he going to put his fingers in private places? I truly had no idea what to expect. I had never visited a gynecologist before in my entire life because I was such a painfully shy and private person when it came to my body.
The doctor turned around in obvious confusion when he heard me fumbling with the doorknob in my desperate attempt to regain my freedom and escape this increasingly awkward situation. Coming here had been a terrible mistake, but I hadn't fully realized it until this exact moment when panic set in completely. However, his surprisingly husky voice made me freeze in place before I could open the door.
"Mrs. Bianca," he asked with genuine curiosity in his tone. "Where exactly do you think you're going? We haven't even started your appointment yet." I nervously cleared my throat and very slowly turned my body to face him, my hand still gripping the doorknob like a lifeline. At the very least, I reasoned with myself, I should see the face of the infamous man who supposedly shatters and destroys women's hearts all across town according to all the gossip I'd heard. Once I finally laid my eyes upon him, my tongue seemed to tie itself into a complicated knot, and I completely lost the ability to form even a single coherent word. He looked incredibly hot and drop-dead gorgeous in person; the rumors about his appearance weren't exaggerated at all. His beauty was absolutely breathtaking in a way I wasn't prepared for. His wide, piercing green eyes and his stylishly tousled black hair immediately made me feel dizzy and lightheaded. He had thick, dark eyelashes that many women would kill for, and his perfectly tan skin tone was the kind that would make virtually any woman fall helplessly at his feet and eagerly do whatever he commanded without a second thought.
"What the hell am I thinking right now?" I scolded myself internally. "He is supposed to be the enemy in this situation! Don't fall for his obvious charms like all the other women do. Remember that you came here specifically to take revenge and make him beg for mercy when you're done with him. Don't lose sight of your goal just because he's attractive." I couldn't help checking him out from head to toe, but I quickly realized he was doing exactly the same thing to me, his eyes traveling up and down my body in a way that made my skin tingle. He was practically drooling as he stared at me with eyes full of unmistakable sexual desire mixed with some kind of unreadable confusion, as if he couldn't quite figure me out or place me in his usual categories of women.
"Mrs. Bianca," he repeated in a softer voice. "Please come in and have a seat so we can begin your appointment." He spoke deliberately slowly, almost like a whisper or the gentle twitter of a bird singing in the early morning. His voice had a hypnotic quality that was hard to resist even though I was trying my best to stay focused. I shook my head with what I hoped was a confident grin and said, "No, I don't think so. I believe I'll reschedule and come again another day when I'm better prepared." My voice sounded shakier than I had intended, betraying my nervousness despite my attempt to appear calm and collected.
He smoothly crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest and stepped a little closer to where I was still standing by the door. My hand remained firmly on the doorknob, ready to make a quick exit if necessary. The cologne he was wearing smelled expensive and intoxicating, making it hard to concentrate on my escape plan. "Why exactly are you leaving so suddenly?" he wondered aloud as he raised his perfectly groomed eyebrows in obvious curiosity. "Is there something specific that's bothering you about this appointment? Perhaps I can address your concerns if you'll just tell me what they are."
I blurted out without thinking, "I am Ms. and not Mrs., by the way. You keep calling me Mrs. Bianca, but I'm not married." I don't know why I chose to correct that particular detail instead of answering his actual question. What the hell was I thinking? Even now, looking back, I'm not sure why that seemed important at the moment. He stepped even closer, leaving just a couple of inches between us, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. He widened his striking green eyes and looked directly into mine. "You still haven't answered my question," he said with surprising gentleness. "Why are you so determined to leave without completing your scheduled appointment? Is there something I should know?"