Steamy Coffee Collection Series by Whitney G.

"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me..." Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them. Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not... more"Lean back on the table and spread your legs for me..." Being a doctor in New York City has never been easy. Especially for someone like me who has a private practice and an incompetent staff who insists on leaving me to fill in for them. Over the past six months, I've performed one too many pap smears, three too many "breast exams," and scrubbed in on several reconstructive surgeries. (This would be acceptable if I was still interested in general medicine, but I'm not. I'm supposed to be a goddamn therapist...) When my team finally came to their senses and decided to bring someone more competent into the practice last month, I was actually elated. Until I realized that our new "doctor" was none other than the woman I was supposed to meet over dinner two weeks ago. The same woman who stood me up with nothing more than an "I can't meet you anymore, sorry," after we agreed to move our online talks into reality. I haven't forgotten any of the filthy fantasies she told me about, and I never deleted our dirty messages. And if she thinks that I'm going to act like a "professional" and pretend like that shit never happened, she has another thing coming... less

Today is officially the worst day of my life... I woke up five hours late after a reckless one-night stand with the sexiest, cockiest, and most arrogant man I've ever met. (And this asshole actually left a note: I think you were lying to me about being "experienced" last night. You orgasmed three times, and that was before we made it to your bedroom. I also find it hard to believe you "usually wear silk or lingerie... moreToday is officially the worst day of my life... I woke up five hours late after a reckless one-night stand with the sexiest, cockiest, and most arrogant man I've ever met. (And this asshole actually left a note: I think you were lying to me about being "experienced" last night. You orgasmed three times, and that was before we made it to your bedroom. I also find it hard to believe you "usually wear silk or lingerie." Your drawers are all full of cotton granny panties--The best man you've ever fucked ...) My top two clients for my PR company left to my number one competitor, my roommate 'accidentally' bleached my favorite suit, and my favorite coffee shop was shut down for "health concerns." Still, none of those things dimmed my excitement for what was supposed to be the best four o'clock signing session of my career. I was on the verge of signing the highest paying client in my company's history, taking on a so-called "impossible" job that no publicist had been able to handle. But at four o'clock, there was no athlete, television personality, or celebrity. Instead, that sexy, arrogant one-night stand stepped into my office with a familiar smirk and introduced himself as my new, cocky client ... less