Chapter 10: The Uninvited Guest

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The treatment room was quiet. Daisy Warth lay resting on the bed. She and Heidi Casson usually didn't talk; in the village, only Leonard Zimmerman could openly chat with Heidi. Anyone else who got too close to her would soon find themselves shunned. "Mm, take one course first and see if the insomnia and those restless dreams ease up," Leonard said, pen scratching as he wrote the prescription. Heidi sat across from him. Without warning, she slipped off her white canvas sneaker, stretched her foot under the desk, and pressed her toes lightly against his groin. Leonard jolted and quickly looked around. No one was watching. This woman was bold-way too bold-brazenly teasing him in broad daylight. He got hard under the desk. He grabbed her foot to hold her still. The feel of the black stockings was exquisite. He'd meant to push her away, but the moment his palm touched the soft nylon, he couldn't let go. His other hand slid down, and in one smooth motion, he gripped her foot with one hand while the other stroked her calf. The black stockings felt so good he had a wild urge to drop to his knees and cover her feet with kisses. "Knock it off," Heidi said with a laugh, pulling her foot back just as he was getting carried away. She was playing hard to get. He'd barely gotten a few gropes in before she stopped him. Flustered, Leonard drew back his hands, stood, grabbed a box of Heatwave Relief Liquid from the medicine cabinet, and set it on the desk. "I'll start you on one box. If it works, I'll write you more." He licked his lips, reluctant to let the moment end. Her legs didn't have an ounce of fat-firm and smooth to the touch-and he'd been able to enjoy them right out in the open. Daisy's legs were just as tempting, but with Daisy, he always needed a pretense and never really got his fill. Heidi stood up, took the medicine, and leaned in close, her eyes smiling. "What if I don't have any money?" "Pay me when you have it," Leonard said, meeting her gaze. He couldn't start giving away medicine. If word got around, the villagers might stop paying altogether. "How about this instead?" Her eyes sparkled. She leaned to his ear and traced his earlobe with the tip of her tongue. The sudden lick startled him. He almost pushed her away. This was a clinic, for heaven's sake-how could they do something so outrageous out in the open? She finished the lick and breathed warm against his ear. "How about I pay you in kind? Tonight at nine-thirty. Don't be late." With that, Heidi took the medicine, slipped back into her white sneakers, and walked out. Before Leonard could gather himself, she had left the clinic and vanished out the door. His face burned. His heart hammered. She couldn't have made it clearer. He'd been itching to sleep with someone for a while, but when the chance came, a strange timidity crept over him. He touched the earlobe she had licked. The tingle still lingered, and he was even harder now. You don't get chances like this every day. He was definitely going-he'd never forgive himself if he didn't. Daisy slid off the bed and moved slowly into the lobby. She wanted to go home and take a bath; her skin still carried that scent. "Dr. Zimmerman, I'm feeling much better. I won't take up any more of your time. Thank you, Dr. Zimmerman," Daisy said. Some strength had returned, but the earlier waves of pleasure still washed over her in her mind. She longed for another round, but that wasn't something she could say out loud. Her thanks were not only for his treatment. He'd been attentive to her and understood her worries. He'd even found an excuse to keep Hugh Zorn out earlier, sparing them a disastrous misunderstanding. If Hugh had discovered anything and blamed Dr. Zimmerman, her heart would have been in knots. "All right, no problem. Make sure to keep clean. If tomorrow doesn't work for you, you can rest at home a few days and come back," Leonard said. He was conflicted. Part of him wished Daisy would come every day. The other part feared he'd lose control if she did. The blush hadn't left her cheeks. Hearing him, Daisy felt her face burn again. She tried to come up with an excuse in her head. She was only here to see the doctor, nothing more. "I'll still come. You shouldn't drag out an illness," Daisy said, guileless as ever. If she got better soon, she wouldn't need to trouble Leonard again. However good he was, he wasn't her man. At that thought, she couldn't help a quiet sigh. "Mm. Then the same time tomorrow," Leonard said. He used to open at eight on the dot. Now, for Daisy, he opened an hour early each morning. "Okay, I'll head back," Daisy said, and she walked out with wobbly steps. A few patients trickled in over the day-the usual colds and sniffles. Leonard sat in the clinic, watching the clock, the seconds crawling by. He felt perfectly justified about going tonight, and his mood rose despite himself. He waited with bated breath, and time crawled. Finally, the afternoon rolled around. Just after lunch, while he was setting up an IV for a villager, a car engine growled outside. In this little mountain village, even motorcycles were rare. The engine noise made several patients turn their heads toward the door. Leonard glanced up, curious. Well, well. Parked at the clinic entrance was a Porsche. Folks in the countryside might not know its price, but Leonard had studied in the city. He knew that car cost a pretty penny. Still, why stop at his clinic? Were they here to see the doctor, or visiting someone? If they were visiting, he'd have to step out and ask them to park farther away. In the countryside, there was plenty of open space. Once the Porsche rolled to a stop, a young man in a suit climbed out, jogged to the rear door, and hurried to open the back door, respectfully. A man well past fifty stepped down from the back seat, cane in hand, clothes immaculate. Two tall women in black uniforms followed him out. They wore tight leather pants and sunglasses, and the moment their heels hit the ground, they swept the area with expressionless faces. The old man looked around, cleared his throat, and said, "After all these years, everything's different now."

Chapter 10: The Uninvited Guest

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