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MERCEDES...THE RESIDENT

On Friday, I stood in the lobby of a glittering glass building that was nestled between two condominiums on Park Avenue.

There were a few black sofas and chairs artfully placed around the marble floors, and an elevator at the center with shiny silver doors.

The words Park Avenue Health & Wellness were etched onto a wall across from me, with a long list of doctor names underneath.

This definitely doesn't look like a private practice. However, I seemed to be in the right place.

I walked over to the security guard.

"Excuse me, sir. I have a tour scheduled for this evening. Which floor do I need to go to for Park Avenue Health & Wellness?"

He raised his eyebrow as if he couldn't tell whether I was joking or not.

Then he laughed.

"All of the floors are part of the practice, Miss," he said, hitting the up button. "But you're probably looking for Miss Beth, though. Sixteenth floor."

"Thank you."

I stepped inside the elevator and hit the number sixteen just as the doors closed.

And the second the car stopped and revealed the sixteenth floor, my jaw dropped. It looked more like a vacation resort lobby than a department of a private practice.

There were lavish chaises facing the city and the massive glass desk in the center of the room was the only giveaway that this might be a place for healthcare.

The panoramic floor to ceiling windows gave a perfect view of how the rain was falling. And I felt as though I could stand and watch it tumble from the sky for hours.

As I dragged my eyes around taking in everything, I noticed a few women dressed in light blue scrubs were giggling as they compared notes.

And a female doctor in a white coat and black dress, held the desk's phone up to her ear.

"Are you Mercedes?" A bubbly blonde stepped right in front of me. "Mercedes Jones?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Well, great! I'm Beth and you're right on time! Let me get your coat. You won't want it getting dusty when we walk through the sections under renovation."

I took off my coat and she smiled as I handed it over.

"I take it you're going somewhere special after this?" she asked.

I nodded.

And right away my thoughts drifted to #Doctor S...

"I'll make your first tour short, then. Most of the doctors are gone for the day anyway," the blonde said, curtailing my thoughts.

I caught the nurses pointing in my direction as she walked away and I began to regret wearing my date outfit here.

My dress was red and strapless, stopping right in the middle of my thighs. The cut at the front was low enough that the tops of my breasts spilled over the fabric a bit, and my red and silver stilettos were far from appropriate for meeting my future coworkers.

Beth made no more mention of my outfit when she returned, though. She simply linked her hand in mine and began showing me around the sixteenth floor.

She talked a mile a minute, opening doors here or there and introducing me to some of the doctors who were still sitting in their offices.

And when I realized that she was literally going to take me on a tour of all twenty-five floors in the building, I made a mental note to bring flats every day.

"This is what we call our treatment corridor," she said, as we walked around the fifth floor. "We have eighteen treatment rooms for our day in-patients, and five rooms for overnight patients. It's rare that we have to keep someone overnight, but if we do, you or one of the other residents would be required to take observations until the morning."

"Got it!" I followed her back onto the elevator. "What's the dress code for residents here?"

"Dress code?" She laughed. "The ratio for men to women staff here is sixty-five to thirty-five. And the board's ratio is even tighter. I believe it's seventy percent women and thirty percent men. That said, there is no dress code. And I highly doubt there will ever be. Most of the nurses and interns wear their favorite scrubs, and the doctors wear whatever they want under their white coats."

"What?" I was completely caught off-guard by the numbers she'd revealed. "The practice is sixty-five to seventy percent women?"

"Of course, it is." She smiled and motioned for me to step back onto the sixteenth floor. "Why else do you think we're number one in the state?"

"I..."

"Exactly!" She winked. "Now, I believe the only two board-level doctors you haven't met are Dr. Cassidy and the owner of the practice, Dr. Evans" She clucked her teeth. "Dr. Cassidy does more outside work than any other doctor on staff, so you'll probably only see her during the monthly staff meetings. And Dr. Evans..."

"What about Dr. Evans?" A deep voice said from behind, startling us both.

I slowly turned around and gasped when I saw the man who'd just spoken.

Hands down, he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen in my life. He instantly made me think of sex.

His gorgeous green eyes were gleaming beneath the lobby's fluorescent lights, and he was running a hand teasingly through his short blonde hair...as if he was reading my mind.

Over a grey V-neck shirt, he was wearing his white coat...putting every doctor who'd ever worn one to utter shame with the way the fabric clung to his muscles.

"I was just telling our new resident, Dr. Mercedes Jones, that you and Dr. Cassidy were the only doctors she had yet to meet," Beth said. "I'm glad we're down to only one now, but I'm not holding my breath on Dr. Cassidy anytime soon." She looked at me. "Thanks for coming in, Mercedes. I'll go get your coat."

Beth walked away, leaving me alone with Dr. Evans.

Dear God, doctors aren't supposed to be this sexy. There's no way this man is a real doctor...

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Jones," he said, extending his hand.

"Nice to meet you as well, Dr. Evans."

I couldn't stop staring at him if I tried. And by the way his lips were curving into a sinful smile, I was sure he could tell.

"Did Beth show you my office?" he asked. His fingers slightly caressed my palm, setting my skin on fire with a simple touch.

"No, I believe your door was closed when we walked by earlier."

"It shouldn't have been." He slowly let my hand go. "Please accept my apologies."

I nodded. But the way he was looking at me right now, made me wish I'd actually worn panties.

"Would you like me to show you my office right now? Personally?" he asked.

'Hell yes!' I screamed internally.

"No. I...um...I actually need to be on my way out. I have somewhere to be soon."

He looked me up and down, his lips slowly parting as he took in my dress.

"Does this somewhere involve a boyfriend?" he asked.

I started to explain that it was some random guy I'd befriended online months ago, but I stopped myself. This man didn't really care where I was about to go, and I needed to put an end to this foolish boss-employee fantasy before it could even begin.

"Yes. It's a boyfriend, a very long-term and serious boyfriend."

"Well, I'm very sorry to hear that." He smiled again when Beth returned with my coat. "I'm looking forward to working with you, Dr. Jones."

"Looking forward to working with you as well, Dr. Evans."

Stay safe!