BRIAN 

I watched until the limousine pulled away from the curb. I thought about Eve. She was a mystery. There was just so much I didn’t know about her. Although she had told me she only saw her grandparents once a year it was obvious they cared a great deal for her. The response to her assault was proof of that. 

The other shock was how well connected her grandparents seemed to be. Her grandparents could make a call and on less than an hour’s notice have a physician come in his office--on his day off no less--to give Eve a physical. They had arranged limousine transportation to pick her up. Eve had said these people specifically her grandfather had the power to ruin a man financially with a call. What did she tell me about her grandparents? Oh yeah, they were well established with Old and New money.

I began to wonder what else lurked in Eve’s life that I or none of the family for that matter knew about. She seemed to be accustomed to the finer things in life yet she was living a totally middle class life style. It was becoming clear to me she could be living the life of a spoiled little rich girl. I wondered if she even had to work. I’d already figured out she had something to do with me landing the WPITT ad account and with the stipulation that went with it. I would definitely ask Eve some very pointed questions if I stopped by this evening. She wasn’t just Vic’s baby daughter. The old saying *More The Meets The Eye* certainly applied to Eve. I wanted to know all I could about her. 

I thought about what was going on between Eve and me. She was becoming my friend and confidant. I enjoyed her company and valued her opinion. I wanted to make sure nothing came between our friendship. I couldn’t help but to be drawn to her. She was definitely an enigma. Eve was my staunchest supporter of getting Justin back. Hell, the woman was quite opinionated about what she thought I should do to get him back. Yet she was eager to fuck me at every opportunity. That too was unusual. I’ve never known a woman to steer a man she was interested in to someone else. Eve should have been trying to convert me to a straight man. She wasn’t. She accepted the fact that I was a Gay man. Talked to me about my conquests with men. About Justin. She accepted that she was attracted to me yet I could never return that. She didn’t try to change me. She wanted to be my friend and I accepted her friendship.

I checked my e-mails. I had over fifty. I quickly browsed through them. I had several from the Man-Line. One looked very promising. I opened the e-mail from Luscious Lips. The guy wasn’t that attractive 5’11”, 180 lbs., dark curly hair, dark eyes, wide full red lips (his best feature). He touted he had a 9 inch dick (which really meant 8 inch) and was the best cocksucker in the PA area. Well I decided to find out. I sent him an e-mail and invited him over at 5:00 p.m. That would give me time to stop by the comic store to say hi to Mikey, pick up a few groceries, get back to the loft and do a few finishing touches on a few ad copies I brought home before Luscious Lips came by. I pulled on my discarded jeans. I looked down at my shirt. Eve had left a little reminder behind. I had to smile. I grabbed my keys. I had a full day ahead of me. 


EVE 

I looked up at the impressive downtown building. Leave it to my grandparents to find some prestigious stuck up doctor to see me. Probably one of their old cronies. Maybe one of the men grandfather was forever trotting down to Hilton Head, SC to play golf with while Nana had tea with his wife.

The chauffeur opened the limousine door and I stepped out. The doors to the building automatically opened. I stepped inside the elegant foyer. My grandmother had told me Dr. Collier would be examining me. I stepped up to the reception desk and introduced myself and was immediately shown to an inner office that looked like an elegant sitting room more than a doctor‘s waiting room. The nurse at the desk looked up when I stepped in. She was slim middle aged, well kept, average looking really.

“May I help you?” 

I could tell by her condescending tone that I was not exactly what she expected. Well, I was wearing a man’s leather jacket that dwarfed me, no make up, the clothes I had on from previous night and I had just finished sucking a dick, tonguing an asshole and licking cum off Brian’s stomach but the stuck up Bitch didn’t know that part. Besides I’d popped two mints in my mouth in the limousine ride over here.

I turned my nose up in the air and put on my haughtiest bitchest attitude. I’d learned it from my Nana. “Yes, I’m Eve Worthington. I do believe I’m the reason you are here today.”

She had the decency to look contrite, but she recovered quickly. 

“Oh, yes of course. Please come this way. Dr. Collier is waiting on you.”

I followed her down the corridor. She was dressed in a very stylish white dress and low-heeled pumps. Not the typical nurse’s uniform. Leave it to the rich to want to disguise that they were human enough to get sick or need to see a doctor. The nurse held the door to an examining room open and I stepped in. It was comfortable. The room was done in varying shades of light blue with prints of the ocean. It was calm, warm, comforting. Even the examining table was covered with a pristine white sheet and a light blue blanket. A folding screen for dressing or undressing was tucked in the corner of the room.

“Please disrobe and put this on.” She gave me a light blue hospital gown. “The doctor will be right in.” 

I went behind the screen, disrobed and put on the gown not even bothering to try and tie it in the back. I sat on the end of the examining table and waited for the doctor. When the door opened the linebacker stepped back in with the doctor. He was far from what I was expecting. He was gorgeous. Tall about 6’0” maybe 6’1”, blonde hair and the most beautiful gray eyes. They reminded me of silver. He was in his mid to late thirties with a body to die for. He had on his white lab coat but he was wearing tan slacks and a cream cashmere long sleeved sweater that seemed to mold to his very developed chest. He had long legs, large hands and feet. Promising. He looked like he’d been enjoying a day out with his friends before Nana and grandfather had interrupted him. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that he found me attractive. I’d seen that look many times before. I knew when a man or woman was attracted to me. Body language told me all I needed to know. 

He reached his hand out, “Hello Ms. Worthington. I’m Dr. Collier.” 

I shook his hand. His fingers were long, slender and smooth. “Hello, Dr. Collier.” 


He stopped staring at me and went into doctor mode. “I’m told you were assaulted last night?” 

“Yes.” 

As he spoke the palm of his hand lifted my chin as he inspected the dark bruises on my face. He touched them and I winced. 

“Any other bruises besides the ones on your face?” 

I showed him the few bruises I knew about and he gingerly touched them. I then noticed I had some bruising around my wrists. He then performed a physical exam. Which I endured only because I knew Nana and grandfather would not rest until this doctor assured them I was alright. He seemed to be satisfied that physically I was fine. 

“I’m also told that you were drugged. Tell me what symptoms you experienced.” he said. 

“I felt disoriented. I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. I couldn’t focus…visually,” I clarified. “My head felt light but my body felt very heavy. Like I was moving in slow motion. I was nauseated. I threw up. I woke up this morning with the worst headache.” 

“Do you still have a headache?” 

“I took some aspirin. It’s subsided to a faith throb.” 

As I was talking he took a seat on the little swivel stool. He instructed the nurse to take a blood sample that she did. She left the room with the sample. 

“I’ll have that analyzed and I’ll have the results within 24 hours. Now, I’m going to have to ask you some very personal questions now Ms. Worthington.” 

“I expected as much.” 

“Did your assailant manage any penile penetration to any orifice of your body?” 

“No.” 

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. “I know last nights events were probably very traumatic. I can give you the names of some counselors if it’s necessary.” 

I gave him a reassuring smile. “That won’t be necessary. I was a little shaken up last night but I’m okay now. I’m just a little tired, sore and stiff.” 

“Yes, you have some significant bruising. I’m going to give you something for pain. It will help you rest. Take it as prescribed for the pain. I’m going to recommend a hot bath to work out some of the kinks and rest and relaxation for two or three days. Hopefully the bruising will begin to fade in a few days.” 

He stood up and again examined my face. “You are far too beautiful for something to mar your perfect skin.” 

Eve gave her patented heartbreaker smile. Even the bruising on her face couldn’t dull is impact. “Thank you, Dr. Collier.” 

The nurse walked back in and handed Dr. Collier the telephone. I knew who it was. I grimaced I had forgotten to call Nana and grandfather. I listened to the one-side conversation. He gave them his findings and then handed me the telephone. After assuring them I was going straight home and get in bed they hung up. 

“I’ll step out and let you dress. When you are finished, Laney will show you to my office.” 

I dressed and was in his office in less than five minutes. His inner sanctuary was as stylish and elegant as the rest of the office. It was also comfortable. His furnishings were done it dark mahogany wood, with green, gold and burgundy patient chairs. The far wall held a large comfortable looking sofa, there were pictures of family and friends on his desk and bookshelves. I sat in one of the comfortable oversized chairs facing his desk.

Dr. Collier handed me a bottle of pills, “As soon as you get home soak in a hot tub of water and take these. Take two for the first dose and then you can take one every 6-8 hours as needed. I’m only giving you enough for 5 days. If you have any further discomfort please call me.” 

He handed me his card. Dr. Zechariah Collier. I liked it. I looked up at the doctor. I had every intention of contacting him again but it definitely wouldn’t be in a professional capacity.

I lifted an eyebrow, “Zechariah?”

He gave me an engaging smile, “A very old family name.”

“And Angelique?” he questioned.

I smirked, “The name of a witch on an old soap opera.”

He laughed at that. I found I quite liked the sound of it.

“That’s a nice jacket you have on. A little too big,” he teased. 

I gave him my half smile. The one that only lifted the corners of my lips. The smile that made men want to see the full impact smile. I looked down at Brian’s jacket smoothing my hand across the leather.

“A friend’s. I left my jacket when I stumbled from my *date,*” I said sarcastically. 


“Let’s hope you don’t have another *date* like that again. So since you were out I gather the jacket does not to a Boyfriend?” 

He tried to ask casually but I knew he was interested. This was going better than I expected. 

“Just a friend of the family. I called him last night. He came to my rescue.” 

He smiled. He had a beautiful smile. I could see myself fucking the good doctor all night long. There was nothing I like better than getting my knees bent. This day was definitely looking up. I’d probably have to wait a few days, but after that it was on with the good doc. 

“Well, you have my number. If you need anything-anything at all,” he stressed, “just give me a call.” 

I smiled. Maybe it was conceit. But I loved being me. I was far from modest. I knew the impact my physical appearance and voice had on men, hell and women. I stood up and shook the good doctor’s hand. His hand held mine longer than necessary.

“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.” 

“I’m sorry we had to meet under such unpleasant circumstances.” 

He was leaving an opening. I took it. “So am I. Well, I’ll be going. If you are in the neighborhood, stop by the Liberty Diner. My aunt works there and I’m usually there for lunch most days.” 

He stood up and walked me to the door. “I’ll remember that *Night Angel.*” 

I laughed as I walked ahead of him. “I’m flattered that you recognized me“ 

“I’ve seen some of the billboards around town. I decided to listen to your radio program. I’m not much into rock, hip hop and rap music but I definitely love your voice.“ 

“Well, thank you kind sir,“ I said flirtatiously in my best southern belle voice. 

“I’ve met the Van Austen’s and I guess you aren’t exactly who I was expecting.”

I gave him a half smile. “I wasn’t exactly what they were expecting either.”

Dr. Collier blushed, “No not that…I mean your race…..it’s not the issue…..,” he stuttered. He seemed to be floundering around. “Let’s just say *you* race aside, are not what I expected.”

Eve lightly touched his hand. She saw his eyes darken with desire. She looked up at him through her long dark lashes. I knew how to seduce. It was would I did best. “You aren’t exactly who I was expecting either,” I breathed softly. 
As I had planned the timbre of my voice and the look got the desired reaction. His eyes were trained on my face. I removed my hand turned and continued walking. He walked me out to my waiting limousine and held the door as I got in. 

“I’ll check on you in a few days,” he promised and he shut the door.

The limousine pulled away from the curb. I leaned back on the soft upholstered seats. I may have had a *for shit night* but this day was shaping up pretty good. There was more to the good doctor than met the eye. And I intended to indulge in it.