I raised one manicured eyebrow at Julia, my receptionist, who was sitting behind the desk with an enormous, excited smile on her face. She handed me my next patient's information sheet and I quickly scanned the paper, readjusting the black, Prada gl...
"Make another appointment for about a week or so Mrs Daley, if you feel by next week that you don't need it, just give us a call and we'll cancel it" I said as I readjusted my glasses, leaning my hip against the reception desk.
"Thank you Bianca, I feel so much better" The small elderly lady said to me, holding my hand in both of hers, her eyes crinkling at the sides when she smiled at me. She had been one of the first patients here at my practice and had been coming to me whenever she had an issue. It had been just over a year since I had opened on my own.
"Anytime Lorna, you take care now! If you need anything else you know where we are" I said returning her smile. I looked over into the modern waiting room - white walls, black leather couches and almond coloured floorboards, finding it empty except for the TV playing reruns of some daytime TV show.
"Okay so you've got one more before lunch B, but its not for another 20 minutes" Julia said to me as Mrs Daley left. I ran my fingers through my long brown curls, leaning on my forearms and looking down at Julia sitting behind the desk. "I have so much paperwork to do and absolutely zero motivation to do it right now" I said just as a yawn escaped my lips.
"Speaking of, I need that treatment plan for Andrew Rogers ASAP please, his employers keep calling me and asking when it will be sent" Julia said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Oh yeah I finished it last night, i'll send it over now " I said over my shoulder as I walked back into my office, my heels echoing throughout the clinic.
"I'm making another coffee too B, do you want another?" Julia yelled out as I sat down at my desk, "Yes please J! Same as before!". Opening up my emails, I heard the chime of the clinic door bell as I typed the message to Julia, my fingers flying across the keyboard. I took the last sip of my coffee before hitting send on the computer, hearing a muffled, but distinctly male voice in the waiting room.
I sorted through the small pile of paperwork on my desk, setting aside what needed to be done today and tried to motivate myself to do it. I tried to reason with myself - If i do it now, I wont have to do it at home tonight. I sighed and took my glasses off, closing my eyes and massaging the bridge of my nose where they sat.
I opened my eyes as my laptop pinged, alerting me that my next patient was ready in the waiting room for me. I frowned - I could have sworn Julia said my next one was in 20 minutes time. Clicking on the message bubble on my laptop I found that it was a new patient, a walk-in. I groaned, that's what I get for trying to do paperwork in between appointments.
I let out a deep sigh and put my glasses back on, running my fingers through my hair to tame any strays. I smoothed down my silky white camisole and brushed an invisible speck of lint off the left thigh of my black trousers, rolling my neck around on my shoulders. I mentally started a timer, counting down the hours until it was time to go home.
Grabbing my iPad, I walked out of my office and towards the reception desk, my pointed heels clicking against the almond floor boards. I raised an eyebrow when my gaze landed on Julia, her eyes wide and excited as she sat behind the desk and handed me the new patient's information sheet. Huh. What's up with her? I frowned and quickly scanned the paper, readjusting the black, Prada glasses on my nose. I smirked silently, it always made me laugh when patients wrote 'actor' under occupation.
"Okay, Mr--Evans?" I asked as I turned to the waiting room, my eyes widening and my body pausing in momentary shock as my eyes landed on the man standing to greet me. Standing in front of me with his hand outstretched and a gorgeous, Oscar-winning smile on his face, was none other than Mr Captain America himself, Chris Evans.
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I blinked quickly, trying to keep my jaw from falling open. Holy shit.Chris Evans was in my clinic! "Call me Chris" he added with a smile that made the breath catch in my throat. "Bianca" I replied with a soft smile, returning his handshake firmly. I now completely understand Julia's face-splitting smile.
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"Okay if you'll just follow me down to the treatment rooms" I said still smiling, trying my hardest to remain professional. Chris started walking down the corridor and I shot a quick grin over my shoulder to Julia, who was mouthing 'OH MY GOD' and I swore I could almost see the stars in her eyes. It wasn't every day that a celebrity came in for treatment, but the practice being in LA, it did happen on a rare occasion.
My heels clicked against the floor and I couldn't help but check Chris out as I walked behind him, my eyes travelling up from his Nike sneakers, past his toned legs in his black running shorts and up to his thick, muscled back that was being hugged snugly by his skin tight, grey Under Amour t-shirt. In that moment, the only thought my brain could think was oh wow.
"Just on your left there Chris" I said, watching as he stopped at the door, turning the handle and standing in front of it, holding it open for me. "Ladies first" he said smiling at me, motioning for me to walk in front of him. I couldn't help but smile back at him, he was of course, the perfect gentleman.
I walked past him into the room, passing close enough to him that the scent of his sweet, musky cologne filled my nose. I grinned to myself, there was nothing better than a man that smelled good.
I sat down and opened up the new patient template on my iPad, motioning for Chris to sit down opposite me. I watched intently as he sat down and moved his chair closer to mine, leaving less than a foot of space between us. I forced myself to look away from the bulging muscles on his chest and at his face, his sparkling blue eyes and Colgate-white, million dollar smile proving to be just as much - if not more, of a distraction.
"So Chris, what can I help you with today?" I asked him, crossing my legs and smiling sweetly at the gorgeous man sitting opposite me.
