Dr. Suzanne Grace was a well known, accomplished Surgeon at St. Luke's Hospital. She was stern and reknown for making a person feel like an ant under her arctic gaze. People tremble under her glare and turn into quivering, stammering messes when she addresses them. It was also a known fact that she had zero tolerance for errors and that anyone who dared commit an error would be sacked immediately. This woman was also my mentor and it was no secret that I harbored a huge crush on her that my collegues/friends loved to tease me about.
"Dude, she really needs to get laid but I don't think you stand a chance with her. She's more likely to bite your dick then give you head," my wonderful friend Dave liked to say.
"She's an Ice Queen. Frigid woman. Is she even a woman? Have any of you ever seen her figure?" burped Mike taking a huge gulp of his beer.
"She's sporting a rocking bod underneath those scrubs man! Remember the time a guy burst a hydrocele and it splashed all over her. Her scrubs clung to her and her boobs were massive man! I wouldn't mind being buried between them!" Dave said dreamily.
"I don't remember that," I muttered throwing back a shot wincing at the memory of that day. I was so happy to get a chance to prove myself and I honestly can't explain what happened. One minute I was about to pierce the hydrocele and then I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume when she whispered in my ear to not grip the cystic swelling too hard. Pop goes the weasel! The straw fluid sprayed over us all and Dr. Grace was furious. I can still remember the severe dressing down I had to endure in front of everyone. Unfortunately in my embarrassed haze I forgot to observe Dr. Grace.
"Oh shit! That was you! I can't believe I forgot! Didn't she say 'a cross eyed toad would have known better'! Ah fuck! That was fucking awesome!" Dave guffawed and I kicked his shin underneath the table making him groan in pain. Mike wasn't doing any better and my scowl had effect on him controlling his cackling. He was hiccuping as well.
"You still have a crush on the Ice Queen don't you?" Mike asked eyes filled with mirth.
I snorted.
"No, I don't," I protested.
"Our wittle Bryan likes to be punished, don't you Brie," Dave the dick teased making icky kissy noises.
"I'm leaving, you ungrateful bastards," I muttered and left.
"Hey you didn't pay the tab!"
I waved a hand at them and left. It was the least they could do after teasing me about my unrequited crush. Dr. Ice Queen how I wish you were mine.
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"Nurse, I need better lighting. Bryan hold the retractor firmly. I was hoping a man would have a better grip but apparently I'm mistaken," Dr. Grace growled and I was glad that I wore a surgical mask so that it hid my blush. It didn't help my burning ears though.
The nurse gave a small eye roll and I shook my head before adjusting my posture. Nobody understood why Dr. Grace seemed to be keen on undermining me at every opportunity. I knew that I was a good surgeon. Aside from that one horrid wet mistake I was doing a pretty good job if you ask me. I wish I knew why she hated me. And I also wish I knew why my interest in her didn't abate. Maybe I was masochistic.
"Bryan!"
"Huh? Dr. Grace?" Shit, I got lost in my thoughts like I usually did when it came to thinking about Dr. Grace.
Dr. Grace let out a frustrated sigh.
"Stop daydreaming in the OR. Meet me after this surgery. We have much to discuss," she stated sternly with a cold glare directed my way. I gulped and nodded.
"Sorry, Dr. Grace," I muttered. Why does she keep talking down to me? Nurse Melinda shot me sympathetic look. She was kinda cute and was very sympathetic whenever Dr. Grace yelled at me. I should ask her out. A derogatory snort startled me and I noticed Dr. Grace's eyes flick between the both of us. I was in so much trouble. Was she going to call me out on flirting in the OR.
The rest of the surgery was quiet as Dr. Grace resected and anastomosed the intestine. She gave me chance to close the abdominal wall layers once the major parts were done. She stood and watched me for a while and left. Once she left, I let out a huge sigh of relief. Nurse Melinda giggled at my reaction and we continued our work. We dared not gossip inside the OR. The walls had ears after all.
Once I was done, I was dreading the meeting with my mentor. A nurse outside instructed me to enter the locker room saying that Dr. Grace was waiting for me.
Why would she call me here? Sure sometimes doctors took a break in the locker room but they mostly used the break room which was wholy dedicated to this very purpose. Maybe she was going to ream into me quite badly and spared me the humiliation of an audience.
Fuck it. I pushed open the door and went in.
I heard the sound of the shower turn off.
