A/N: This is my first fanfic so I hope everyone enjoys it! Very special thanks to my unofficial/soon to be official beta reader mjb84. She's amazing and has helped me out a lot already!
Disclaimer: Charlaine Harris owns the characters, I just take them out to play sometimes!
SPOV
I fell out of bed feeling like shit.
Complete shit.
Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I checked the time. 8am.
Great.
That gave me about an hour to get ready and leave the house for my gynecologist appointment.
I hate doctors. They're all stuck up snobs who thought they knew everything because they had a piece of paper in a frame on the wall in their office. Yeah, right.
Twenty minutes later, I was out of the shower, fixing my hair and makeup. I wasn't trying to impress anyone but I didn't want to leave my house looking like I'd just rolled out of bed.
Once I was finished getting ready, I went downstairs and poured a cup of coffee and put some bread in the toaster. I wasn't in the mood to fix a four-course meal.
I wanted to get to the doctor's office and get out.
I hated gynecologists.
I always felt extra uneasy about the whole experience. I was lucky to have a female doctor, because I 'd never felt right about male doctors ever since I was a little girl.
Within ten minutes, I pulled up to the front of the hospital. In a town this small, all of the doctor's offices were in the hospital and everyone knew everyone.
Dragging my feet through the glass door, I signed myself in and sank into a chair clutching an outdated Better Homes and Gardens.
After about a 45 minute wait, I was finally called back by the nurse. She asked me to remove all of my clothing and put on the depressingly blue robe she dropped in my hand. She left the room so I could have my privacy and I changed quickly. I perched on the edge of the little table/bed for a while until I heard a deep baritone voice resonated just outside the door.
"Doll, I'm about to head into room 3. Prep room 2 for me." Shit.
I was in room 3!
Why was there a man about to come in here?
My doctor was a woman!
I suddenly felt nauseous, like I could spill any second.
There was a slight knock on the door followed by the same man's voice, "Ms. Stackhouse, may I come in?"
Who WAS this guy?
"Yes. I'm decent."
The door opened and in walked an incredibly tall, tan, muscular man about my age. He had the most gorgeous, vivid blue eyes and blonde hair I had ever seen.
What on earth! I've never seen him around, and he was no Dr. Jones, the lack of breasts was a dead giveaway.
Oh lord.
With a sure step and confident hand extended in my direction, the blonde intruder spoke.
"Hello Ms. Stackhouse, my name is Dr. Northman. Dr. Jones is out, and I'm the new gynecologist taking over when she retires. Would you like to tell me the reason for your appointment today?" Shit. I knew Dr. Jones was getting ready to retire but I didn't plan on it being that soon!
"I'm just here to get my yearly checkup Dr. Northman, nothing out of the ordinary."
"That's not a problem. Now if you could just lie back on the bed and -" Instructed Dr. Northman, as he hovered over me, gesturing to the stirrups with his hands.
"Dr. Northman, excuse my rudeness, but I've done this before. I know what to do."
"Please forgive me, Ms. Stackhouse; I guess I just get a little nervous around such beautiful women." He commented with a small smirk in place.
Was he flirting with me?
He's my damn gynecologist, for Christ's sake!
"I'm sure you're not used to having a male gynecologist." And now he was smirking again, he clearly seemed to be able to tell I was uncomfortable. And he appeared to be enjoying that. What an arrogant ass!
"That's fine. Can we just get this over with?" My eyes narrowed enough to let him know I didn't appreciate his suggestive manner.
I was a patient.
He was my DOCTOR.
Certainly not a potential date.
I was getting more and more annoyed by the second. He was undoubtedly used to getting a strong reaction out of women. Not gonna work with me buddy.
I already didn't want to be here. Now I was stuck with a gorgeous man who was MY age, completely full of himself and had already made way too many suggestive comments to me, checking my female parts.
I didn't like this one bit.
I was still a virgin and no man has ever been down there before. Unless you counted what happened when I was little, but I was definitely not going to think about that right now.
I was really uneasy about this, sitting spread eagle before this guy…this doctor, who was inappropriate as hell. But there was no way I was going to reschedule and go through this all over again. Finally, I gave up and flopped back on the bed.
Trying to think happy thoughts and not focus on what was going on 'down under', I began to wonder what was taking so long. I looked up to ask him why things were taking longer than usual when I noticed he was just sitting there staring at my body. At my lady bits!
Who the hell did this guy think he was?
"Dr. Northman, if you're all finished with your exam, I'd like to go." I snapped with the most accusing tone I could muster, considering I was embarrassed as all get up.
This just made things so much more awkward. How did he ever become a doctor with manners like that?
"Ms. Stackhouse, excuse me, my mind must have wandered off. Things are looking good. You can get dressed now." He said smugly as he walked to the door and opened it; he made sure to give my body a once over one more time before he called over his shoulder - "Stop by the nurses' station on the way out and pick up your next appointment card. It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms Stackhouse."
What an asshole!
I got dressed as quickly as I could and stomped out of the exam room. I charged to the nurses' station and made my appointment and was out of there before anyone could say anything else to me.
The nerve of that man!
Seriously, did he look at and talk to other women like that? If so, how could he still have his medical license? Needless to say I was a little more than slightly annoyed on my way home.
Stopping at Sonic, I grabbed a mocha java chiller on my way home. Those things were addictive; not to mention the caffeine that would surely wake me up enough for my shift at Merlotte's tonight.
I got home and started on the laundry and other chores that needed to be done around the house before I left for work. By the time I'd changed into my uniform and headed out the door, I was in a much better mood. Thank God. There was nothing worse than working the closing shift with a piss poor attitude.
I walked into Merlotte's with a smile on my face. Pleased to be in a better mood, because happy Sookie was a well tipped Sookie!
As I worked my way around the bar taking orders and bringing food and drinks to the customers, my mind kept wondering to the jerk-gynecologist.
I had no idea why, since he was such an asshole. But something about him intrigued me. Maybe it was just his looks. I decided to shake it off and continue my work.
Tonight was going well. I'd made a good bit of tips, and it was near closing time. Two more hours left to go. I was exhausted but couldn't let it show. I desperately needed those tips.
Things were going great for a while until my brother Jason sauntered in through the doors.
"Hey Sook, how's it going?" He had a huge smile plastered on his face… I couldn't help but wonder why he was here alone.
"Hey Jas, what's up?" What do you want now?
"I'm just here to ask you a question, and I didn't wanna stop by your house later and wake you."
"What is it Jason? You could have just waited until tomorrow and asked me then, 'cuz I'm off tomorrow."
"I know, but I couldn't resist free beer!" smiling so hard his dimples looked chiseled; Jason batted his eyelashes in a pathetic attempt at begging.
"Alright Jason, I'll get you a bottle." Sighing, I left him sitting there while I went over to the bar to get his beer.
When I returned to Jason's table and handed him his beer, his knee was bouncing all over the place so I immediately asked; "What did you want to ask? Spit it out."
"I heard about this new club that's opening tomorrow in Shreveport, and none of the guys are free to go with me…and I know you don't get a chance to get out of the house often…So since you're off, I figured I'd ask you to come with me."
What? Jason knew I wasn't the type of person to go out partying, but I decided to humor him.
"Jason, why would you assume I'd wanna go to some club opening inShreveport?"
"I don't know. Look, Sook, you're the only one I have left to ask. And I don't wanna go alone. Please?"
Damn puppy dog eyes!
I was pretty much stuck. I knew if I said no, he'd go alone. And I was pretty sure he would end up in some kind of trouble. Jason was usually always in trouble. Unless he had Hoyt with him.
"Alright Jason, what time should I be ready?"
His eyes lit up and a huge smile crept across his face. "Really, Sook? Thanks! I'll pick you up at 9. Does that sound good?"
"Yeah Jason, I'll be ready. Now get out of here, we're about to close." He still had the huge smile on his face as he finished off his beer and left the bar. We announced last call. After everyone had left the bar, I told Sam I was headed out.
I pulled into the drive after 1, I don't really remember exactly, since I was utterly exhausted. What a draining day!
I quickly showered and put on my pajamas. Without bothering to dry my hair, I crashed into the bed and snuggled under the covers.
I really was tired but I couldn't help but let my mind wonder back to Dr. Northman.
He'd penetrated my mind TWICE today. I couldn't figure out why I was so intrigued by someone who was such an arrogant, egotistical jerk.
Thank God I only had to see him once a year, then maybe I could stop thinking about him. I fell asleep not long after.
Little did I know, that today was only the beginning of my encounters with Dr. Northman…
