Chapter 003

~ Michelle ~

I made my way to the hospital, thankful I had health insurance. Honestly, I was a bit surprised I’d driven here myself, given how little control I had over what was going on inside me. It was sort of like—a miracle.

I approached the receptionist, who welcomed me with a broad smile.

“Miss Lee,” she greeted, and I cleared my throat, returning a wide smile.

“Mrs. Anderson,” I said politely, trying to hide the slight tremble in my legs. My knees felt weak, and I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from losing balance.

“You’re here to see the doctor?” she asked. I nodded, glancing around nervously.

“Yeah. Is Andrea in today?” I asked, hoping to see the familiar face of my regular doctor. But Mrs. Anderson’s smile faltered as she intertwined her fingers, a sure sign of bad news.

“I don’t think you’ve heard,” she said, and I raised an eyebrow, curious but growing impatient. I didn’t have time for small talk.

“Andrea got married and sent in her resignation letter. She’s moving out of the country with her... well, her African husband,” Mrs. Anderson muttered, and I froze for a second, processing the information. She resigned? Now, of all times?

Really? Just when I needed her the most, she was gone. This was—humiliating.

“But there’s a new doctor,” Mrs. Anderson added, her voice dropping to a whisper as her cheeks turned pink. “He’s, well, gorgeous. He’s been making quite an impression on both patients and nurses.”

I closed my eyes for a second, exasperated. Seriously? A hot doctor? Now?

A woman entered with her little son, whose tear-streaked face and runny nose made it clear he was in no mood for delays. I took it as my cue to leave the front desk and head for the waiting area. I needed to get someone—anyone—to pull this device out of me.

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I sat in the waiting room, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. The sensation inside me was getting worse by the minute, an incessant reminder of the malfunction. I had no idea how many times I’d already orgasmed.

Is this what it feels like to have a running device stuck inside you?

A few colleagues had mentioned their devices getting stuck during testing, but I hadn’t taken them seriously. I mean, I wasn’t testing this on myself—until today.

"Whose shift is it?" I heard a female nurse ask as she passed by. I could barely focus, but eavesdropping was a distraction.

“Doctor Jax,” another nurse responded. “I can’t believe Theresa is on shift with him.”

As if on cue, a nurse exited the doctor’s office, looking rather smug. The other nurses shot her dirty looks. That had to be Theresa.

“Miss, you can go in,” she said, motioning to me. I grabbed my bag, hurrying into the office, more desperate than I was willing to admit.

The office was quiet, except for the faint sound of a running tap behind a closed door. I glanced around, taking in the changes. The room had been redecorated—Andrea’s greenish décor had been replaced by clean, white walls. I had to admit, it was a definite improvement.

Suddenly, the door opened behind me, and I turned too quickly, losing my balance. Before I could hit the floor, a strong hand closed around my arm, steadying me.

“Careful now,” a deep voice said. I flushed in embarrassment, straightening up, and clutching my bag tightly. When I looked up, I was met with the sight of a man—early thirties, tall, with a sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes.

All the words I had ready to say disappeared. My throat went dry.

Just when I was dealing with one of the most awkward and embarrassing situations of my life, of course, it had to be someone who looked like he stepped out of a romance novel. Perfect.

The man raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “Hi.”

I blinked. “Uh, hi. I mean, thank you,” I stammered, stepping back, my face growing hotter by the second. Damn it.

He shrugged, nonchalantly, and walked past me to sit at his desk. He turned his attention back to me, waiting.

“How can I help you, Miss?” he asked, his tone professional but with a hint of amusement. He was enjoying this far too much.

I cleared my throat again, trying to regain some semblance of control. “Is there, uh, an older, less... good-looking doctor around?” I asked, regretting it the second it left my mouth.

He smirked, leaning forward, and placing his hands on the desk. I tried not to stare at them, but my eyes betrayed me, tracing the veins along his wrists before snapping back to his face.

“Thank you for the compliment,” he said, still smirking, “but no, you’re stuck with me. I’m Doctor Jaxon, though the nurses call me Doctor Jax.”

Great. Of course, he’s Doctor Jax.

I bit my lip, feeling utterly defeated. "Right."

“So, what brings you here?” His tone shifted back to business, though his eyes stayed on me, sharp and focused.

I took a deep breath. Might as well get this over with.

“There’s a device stuck inside me,” I said, barely above a whisper. His gaze dropped momentarily down my body before returning to my face. I could feel warmth flooding my cheeks, a blush creeping up from my neck.

He nodded, unfazed. “What kind of device? A dildo? Vibrator?” he asked matter-of-factly.

If embarrassment could be a person, it would be me.

I swallowed, forcing myself to speak. “I’m an engineer,” I began. “I build and design sex toys. This was supposed to be a test run, but the device got stuck.” I finished, my voice trailing off.

He seemed amused, yet curious. His eyes darkened slightly, but his tone remained calm. “Interesting,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.

Interesting? That’s not the word I’d use.

“Okay,” he said, snapping out of his reverie. He grabbed a pair of gloves from the desk and put them on.

I swallowed again, this time with nothing in my throat.

“What are you doing?” I asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

He glanced at me like I’d asked a ridiculous question —which was right tho. “We’re getting that device out of you.”

He paused, raising an eyebrow. “It’s still running, right? Inside you?”

I nodded stiffly. I would never, ever, live this down.

He stopped for a second, his eyes sweeping over me again, and I felt warmth pool in my lower belly.

“Okay. I can work with that. Let’s get started,” he said, his tone steady, professional.

I blinked. “Do I have to take my clothes off?” I asked, the awkwardness swelling between us.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not all of them. Just step out of your shorts and bend over the bed.”

I hesitated, hands halfway to my waistband. Bend over? Oh God. This was about to get even more awkward.