Bonus chapter!

I do not own Glee or the characters, neither do I own dirty Doctor.

SAM...THE DOCTOR

I took sixteen flights of steps to my floor early the next morning, needing to clear my mind and find a way to apologize to Mercedes.

Well, I was only going to somewhat apologize for everything I'd said to her yesterday.

And I was still going to make her do more paperwork than was necessary, because she needed to be punished in some type of way for ruining our perfectly good online friendship.

But I wasn't going to prevent her from sitting in on sessions with me.

She was more than right about needing to get as much practice as possible and I wasn't going to hold her back. That, and she was actually quite impressive when it came to analyzing the sessions afterwards.

I found her insight and intellect quite refreshing.

"Good morning, Dr. Evans!" Beth greeted me as I emerged from the stairwell.

"Good morning, Beth. Anything I need to know before I lock myself in my office?"

"Your three o'clock canceled, so I moved up your five o'clock session to four. Dr. Cassidy just signed a new book deal, so be sure to tell her congratulations. She'll expect you to. Dr. Andrews just found out his wife is pregnant, so same thing. And I'll need you to sign off on those lab results you sent for when they arrive around noon today."

"Thank you very much, Beth."

"My pleasure."

I walked to my office and unlocked the door. Then I hit the lights and blinked several times to make sure what I was seeing in this moment, was actually real.

Dr. Mercedes Jones was sitting at my desk.

In my chair.

With my Twizzlers.

She was leaning back with her red heels perfectly perched atop a stack of books. And it looked as if she'd rearranged everything in my office to how it was when she first started here.

Looking even sexier than she did yesterday, her lips were coated in bright red and she was raising her eyebrow...looking at me as if she was waiting for me to say something.

I didn't.

I just hit the lights and walked out of my office altogether, knowing I had to be imagining this shit.

I had better be imagining this shit.

I'd fantasized about her wrapping her tempting mouth around my dick while I sat at my desk mere hours ago, so I figured this was just a vivid, real-world projection of that.

Besides, what reason would she have to be at work four hours early?

I returned to my office, hitting the lights once more, but Dr. Jones was still there.

Still looking as bold and as brazen as ever.

"May I help you with something, Dr. Evans?" she asked. "Is there a problem?"

"You know damn well there's a problem." I set my briefcase on the floor. "But you know what?"

"What?" She crossed her arms.

"I'm not going to reprimand you for sitting at my custom-made desk that I paid a fortune for. Nor am I going to reprimand you for rearranging my office without my permission."

"Sitting down and moving office furniture around isn't a crime, Dr. Evans."

I rolled my eyes, sticking to the subject at hand.

"I'm going to hit these lights again, and then I'm going to go for a fifteen-minute walk. Fifteen. Minutes. The second I get back, I'm going to turn on the lights once more, and you know what will happen then? You won't be sitting at my desk. You won't be smirking at me. And you also won't have a stolen Twizzler dangling out of your goddamn mouth!"

I happened to look over at her desk and saw that she'd returned two vases of Twizzlers to her desk.

"Speaking of Twizzlers," I said. "Those vases don't belong to you anymore. They're only for people who show up when they're supposed to."

She didn't say anything, she just glared at me and took another bite of one.

"Fifteen minutes, Mercedes!" I said, hitting the lights. "Or else!"

MERCEDES...THE RESIDENT

Dr. Evans walked into his office fifteen minutes later, stopping dead in his tracks once his eyes met mine.

Again.

"You're still in my goddamn chair!" he said.

"I am." I crossed my arms and stared him down. "And I'll happily get out of it when you apologize for your rude and unprofessional behavior yesterday."

"If you have to beg someone to apologize, then the person probably isn't sorry."

"I have a feeling you are."

"I'm not."

He picked up his briefcase and set it on his desk, right next to where my feet were propped on top of the books.

He muttered to himself and I was pretty sure I heard words like,

"...met you...fucked you...and fucked that smart ass mouth," but I wasn't sure.

"Did you complete those Young charts, Dr. Jones?"

"No, I did not."

"No, you did not?" He raised his eyebrow. "Did you at least start them?"

"Not at all." I shrugged. "I was pretty emotionally distraught after leaving work yesterday, so I figured you'd understand if I didn't get to them. If not, I can kindly explain this situation to Human Resources."

His green eyes widened and he looked like he was on the verge of losing it.

"I can get started on them today, if you'd like," I said, smiling. "But as you can assume, I'll probably need more time to finish them since I'll be starting a day late."

"Cut the shit, Dr. Jones!." He walked around the desk to where I was. "I'm giving you five seconds to tell me that you've done those goddamn files, since I told you just how important they were to me yesterday."

I held up my hand and counted down from five on my fingers one by one.

"Now what?"

"Now, I tell all of my partners here that I think we need to consider firing you, but I have a feeling you're just fucking with me right now. Where is the work?"

I stood up from his chair and he immediately moved closer to me, pinning my ass against the edge of his desk.

"Don't make me ask you again," he said.

"Stop attempting to intimidate me and just apologize so we can go back to how things were," I said. "I know you're upset because your ego was bruised, but I am not going to stand for your twisted version of sexual harassment."

"I haven't even begun to sexually harass you, Dr. Jones." He leaned close and his lips nearly brushed against mine. "When I do it, you'll know. Trust me."

"Do you have any idea what you just said?" Dear God, my panties are soaked. "I don't think you meant for it to sound that way."

"I meant it exactly how it sounded!"

His reply threw me. And I opened my mouth to answer him. But before I could even conjure up a response, his lips covered mine, hot and demanding.

And you know what?

My traitorous arms went around his neck, clawing at his skin even as he slipped a hand under my dress.

Phew! This man can kiss!

He controlled my lips with his...slipping his tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth, while he pushed my panties to the side and rubbed his finger against my soaked slit.

He groaned when he felt how wet I was. And I sucked in a deep breath as I felt his dick hardening against my thigh.

I didn't have to look down to know it was huge, and the fact that I felt it through his pants and his lab coat made my entire body heat up.

"Unbuckle my pants," sexy Dr. Evans whispered against my mouth. "Now!"

I didn't hesitate.

I moved my hands down to his belt buckle, rushing to free his dick. But before I could even get the leather through the first loop, his phone rang.

We both froze immediately and then we slowly pulled away from each other.

"Please do the Young files," he whispered, still panting. "And for the record, this never happened. And it can't ever happen again."

"I agree. It never happened." I touched my swollen lips. "And I did complete the Young files. I'll happily give them to you when you apologize for pulling a Dr. Jekyll and Hyde on me yesterday."

For a second he actually looked as if he was about to say the words, I'm sorry. But he took a seat at his desk and picked up his phone before it could go to voicemail.

And instead said,

"Dr. Evans speaking..."

He kept his eyes on me.

"Yes, yes. Okay, fine. I'll sign them right away." He hung up the phone, and then he plucked a red candy from his vase. "Dr. Jones, I think you and I need to redefine how this employee-boss relationship works. You are beneath me. I am above you. Therefore..."

I didn't give him a chance to finish that line of thought.

I opened the left drawer of his desk and took out the Young files, plopping them all on top of his desk.

"You're right," I said, upset at how crazy he made me. "We do need to redefine how this so-called employee-boss relationship works. Let's just send emails whenever we're not sitting in front of a patient."

At that, I stormed back to my side of the office, but not before knocking every goddamn vase of his prized Twizzlers to the floor.

I am feeling so much better. Thank you all for your kind concern.

Stay safe!