The Doctor Needs A Fix (Part II)

Michonne places her office phone in its cradle and wonders about the appointment she just scheduled. Apparently, Dr. Grimes had referred her to Dr. Rovia. She frowns as she recalls their last conversation and he distinctly did not mention that he'd referred her to someone else. Shouldn't that have come up somehow? She sighs heavily and immediately berates herself for even entertaining the notion that her gynecologist would be interested in her. He's probably happily married with five children and noticed the stars in her eyes when she looked at him hence the referral.

She snatches the phone up again and quickly cancels the appointment she'd just made. That bump has been under her arm for years and never changed in appearance or size so why should she be concerned about it now? It was only an excuse to see the blue eyed doctor again. Annoyance roles all over her so she does what she always does when faced with the disappointment of her love life. She grabs a file folder from the stack on her desk and dives right back into work.

Weeks later

The date for another board meeting arrives and she is tempted to tell Dale that she is unable to attend but she is never one to shirk her duties so she gathers her briefcase and her purse and walks purposely to her silver SUV.

Just as she envisioned, Dr. Grimes is seated at the conference table, nursing a cup of an unknown steaming beverage. She assumes it's coffee and reminds herself that she does not like coffee. She admires his navy jacket and dark rimmed glasses, wondering if he is wearing loafers or boots today. She wants to smile as she recalls how he sat at the desk in the examination room and she saw the brown boots he was wearing. She gives herself a mental shake, remembering that she is there in a work capacity and should not be concentrated on any one person in attendance. She takes her appointed seat and prepares for the meeting.

She is trying her best to avoid looking in his direction but she could certainly feel his eyes on her. She knows he is subtly attempting to get her attention but she scribbles in her planner, mimicking the appearance of a vastly busy attorney which she very well is. Her relief is exaggerated when she sees the board chairman, knowing his presence means the precise start of the meeting.

An hour and a half later, she is ready to call it quits but their business hasn't been concluded yet. The chairman calls a brief break and informs them they should close within the next hour. She tries to make a beeline for the exit but Dr. Grimes quickly detains her with a breathless greeting.

"Hello. How are you?" She returns.

"Ready to get outta here," he jokes.

She doesn't fight the smile that develops as his statement mirrors her exact feelings. "Me too."

"Would you like some coffee?"

I knew it. A coffee drinker. "No thank you. I'm more of a tea person." She tells herself to keep this as short as possible. He obviously wanted to avoid her and she can't understand why she can't accept that and move on. Suddenly, she is overwhelmed to know his reasoning behind the referral. Maybe if she is given an answer, whatever it is, it will help her to remove him from her thoughts.

She could hear him saying something but her mind was on one thing so she dives in and interrupts him before she could lose her nerve. "So I called to schedule an appointment and was told you'd referred me to Dr. Rovia. Is there a reason for that?"

She can detect that he is completely taken aback and trying to think of something to say. She watches as he falters and looks to her in speechlessness. She gives him a nod and excuses herself, ignoring his apology. She rolls her eyes heavenward, wondering why his lack of a reason disappointed her. Maybe it was time to consider Sasha's idea of a dating site. She is obviously failing as she has developed an unreciprocated crush on her doctor. How pathetic is that?

She gasps and comes to a stop as Dr. Grimes practically materializes right in front of her. It is apparent he ran to catch her as his breathing is slightly labored.

"I'm sorry. I just….the reason I referred you to another doctor is…well it's embarrassing. I promise I'll be honest. I'll tell you the truth….but….not here. Would you….have dinner with me?"

It is her turn to be taken aback because she wasn't expecting this question from him at all. "Dinner?"

"Yes….dinner," he repeats.

"Is this a date?" She asks cautiously.

"Yes it's a date. Are you ok with it being a date?" He asks quietly.

A hint of smile plays at her lips as she notices the slight smile he is trying to hide. "I'm ok with that."

"Great. Can I pick you up at 7?"

"Tonight? We're going on a date tonight?" She asks in surprise.

"If tonight's not good for you then….."

"No. Tonight is fine. I'll see you at 7. I'll text you directions," she states before asking for his cell number.

They stand in the hallway, ignoring the curious glances of others passing by as they exchange numbers. The door to the conference room closes, signaling the resumption of the meeting.

"I guess that's our cue," he acknowledges.

"Yeah but I've really gotta go to the ladies' room. I'll see you in there," she returns. They exchange smiles before she rushes off.

She finds a stall and brandishes the biggest smile to no one's avail. Her heart is racing and she can feel a hint of perspiration so she sits there a tad longer than necessary just to get her emotions under control. She doesn't understand why she feels like a teenager completely gushing over a cute boy at school. She doesn't remember feeling this giddy with Mike and she married him. Could that mean something?

"Just go with the flow. You're not trying to get married again. At least not right now. What you wanna do is have a little fun. Meet a guy, go on a few dates, and get your fuck on." Sasha's words come back to her loud and clear because regardless of everything, she knows without a doubt she wants to fuck Dr. Richard Grimes.