Chapter 1: The Examination Room Tease
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air of Lincoln Junior High’s makeshift medical room, a stark contrast to the buzzing energy of the seventh-grade girls lined up outside. Scoliosis exam day was always a mix of nervous giggles and whispered dares, but for Mia Carter, it was a battlefield. At thirteen, she was all sharp edges and sharper tongue, a girl who’d sooner throw a punch than blush. She adjusted her ill-fitting gym shirt, the fabric clinging to her budding curves, and smirked at her best friend, Lila, who was fidgeting beside her.
‘Bet you ten bucks the doc’s some creepy old geezer who smells like mothballs,’ Mia quipped, her voice carrying just enough to earn a few stifled laughs from the line.
Lila rolled her eyes, shoving Mia playfully. ‘Shut up, Mia. What if he’s hot? Like, young and ripped hot?’
Mia snorted. ‘In this dump? Dream on. He’s probably got a comb-over and a beer gut.’
The door creaked open, and the chatter died instantly. A man stepped out, clipboard in hand, and Mia’s smirk faltered. Dr. Ethan Reed was no geezer. Mid-thirties, tall, with a jawline that could cut glass and dark eyes that scanned the room with quiet authority, he wore his white coat like it was tailored for sin. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing forearms that hinted at strength, and Mia felt an unexpected heat creep up her neck.
‘Next,’ he called, his voice smooth, almost too calm for the chaos of a junior high hallway.
Mia nudged Lila forward, but her friend froze, muttering, ‘You go. I’m not ready.’
Rolling her eyes, Mia strode in, chin high, determined not to let this guy—hot or not—rattle her. The room was small, clinical, with a single exam table and a privacy screen. Dr. Reed gestured for her to stand by the table, his gaze professional but piercing.
‘Shirt up, please,’ he said, turning to grab a form. ‘I need to check your spine alignment.’
Mia raised an eyebrow, peeling the fabric up just enough to show her lower back, her tone dripping with defiance. ‘You sure you’re not just trying to sneak a peek, Doc? I’ve got better things to do than play patient for pervs.’
His lips twitched, a flicker of amusement breaking his stoic mask as he stepped closer. ‘I assure you, Miss Carter, I’ve seen enough backs to last a lifetime. But if you’re worried, I can call in a nurse. Or are you just stalling because you’re nervous?’
Her eyes narrowed, a challenge sparking in them. ‘Nervous? Please. I’m just wondering if you’re as good with your hands as you are with that smug little smirk.’
Ethan’s gaze locked with hers, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice. ‘Keep talking like that, and I might have to prove a point. Now, stand straight. Let’s see those curves.’
The air thickened, charged with something unspoken as his fingers brushed her skin, tracing the line of her spine with clinical precision but undeniable heat. Mia’s breath hitched, her bravado wavering as a shiver ran through her. She wasn’t about to back down, though. Not now, not ever.
‘Careful, Doc,’ she purred, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked grin. ‘Touch me like that again, and I might start thinking you’re enjoying this too much.’
His hand paused, just for a split second, before he stepped back, his voice low and rough. ‘And I might start thinking you’re trouble. Turn around. We’re not done.’
Mia obeyed, but not without a smirk, her pulse racing as she faced him. The room felt smaller, hotter, and as his eyes flicked down her frame—professional or not—she knew this exam was about to curve into dangerous territory. She could feel the tension building, her body already responding, wet with anticipation, and she wondered just how hard he’d push her limits before one of them snapped.
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