“Jess,” Samantha said softly, entering the room again with her clipboard. “Dr. Mike will be with you shortly. Is there anything else you need before he arrives?”
Her voice was calm, professional, yet there was something underlying it – a hint of mischief perhaps, or maybe just my own imagination running wild. As she spoke, her eyes drifted down to where the flimsy paper gown barely covered my thighs, and I noticed how she bit her lower lip slightly.
“I’m fine, thank you,” I replied, trying to keep my composure. My bladder was starting to feel uncomfortably full, and if I wasn’t careful, I might have an accident. That thought sent a strange thrill through me – the idea of losing control here, in this clinical setting, with these two professionals watching.
Samantha nodded and turned to leave, but paused at the door. “Actually,” she said, glancing back at me with those dark, knowing eyes, “there’s been a small change in schedule. Dr. Mike has been called away temporarily. I’ll be conducting your examination instead.”
