I'm not sure I'm wild about going to the clinic they are sending me to. Employers seem to want to do these things as cheaply as they can. I mean I get it. These workman's comp things can get costly and this is just part of trying to keep those costs as low as they can. I would rather go to my own doctor, but thats not who they contracted with.
I did tell them I was willing to tough it out a couple of days, at least until we were past this critical phase on this job. But they would have none of it. I have to say they do try to take good care of me. I have been with them from the beginning and they feel like they at least owe me enough to take good care of me.
"Josh Grey." I told the receptionist. Really not looking at her. I was checking emails until it dawned on me I should at least look at the person I was talking to. "I'm sorry that's very rude of me." I slid my phone into my back pocket.
She responded "No problem." Looking up at me with a devastating smile and a tone in her voice that was sure to captivate my attention. "You are seeing the doctor for a shoulder injury?" Michelle continued to type away as I answered her questions about my shoulder looking into my eyes as she did, never breaking that gorgeous smile. I did my best to keep eye contact, fully aware of her more than ample cleavage. "Ok have a seat we'll call you back when the doctor is ready to see you."
I thanked Michelle and turned to find a seat in the waiting room. It seemed her eyes followed me a little longer than I would have expected them to. Her smile never broke. Even when she continued to type at her computer. "Dude you are dreaming, she meets and talks to a hundred men in a day. There is no way she isn't taken." I thought. Just then her eyes lifted from her screen and she glanced at me and that killer smile emerged again. Something tingled in me. "Am I in junior high again or what?" I wondered if she could tell I'm melting here in my seat? I told myself I was setting myself up for a disappointment. "You're 60 years old. And she is at least 20 years younger than you, what are you thinking? She is just trying to be nice".
"Josh Grey" the nurse came through the doorway at almost at the same time she called my name.
"That's me." I got up and followed her in to the examination room. The Dr. decided the best treatment would be some physical therapy for a few weeks and sent me back out to the receptionist to set up an appointment.
"Ok Josh, lets get you an appointment with physical therapy the Dr. thinks that should take care of it. How does Tuesday at 2:00 work?"
"That will be fine. Later is better, but that works." I was looking at my calendar to make sure I wasn't creating a conflict. "Yeah, Tuesday is great." I slid my phone in my pocket and let my eyes pause for just an instant on Michelles cleavage before looking up to see that I was busted, she was already looking at me. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "a little self control there Josh." I was kicking myself.
"I can make it later if thats better?" She asked as she was taking off her headset. "How does 4:30 work?"
"That is better, thank you."
"I'm on my way to lunch, follow me. They are in our building. I'll show you where they are."
She stood up and came around the counter.
"That's very nice of you, but it's your lunch. Really you don't have to." As we walked out the door Michelle wrapped her hand inside of my arm as she escorted me around the corner. Being much shorter than I am, (I guessed just over five feet) and a bbw for sure. With an emphasis on beautiful. I didn't mind at all that she kept her hand there.
"It's my pleasure. And its an excuse to get away from the phones a little early. And besides its a good excuse to give you a chance to ask if I would like to have a coffee sometime." She bit her lip just a little as she looked up at me looking for my response. Her expression a little hopeful but not at all desperate.
In all honesty I was a little surprised and taken a little off guard. I thought I had kept my interest well hidden. And wasn't used to a woman take the lead like this. But it would be foolish to let this moment get away. "Can I meet you at the Starbucks on main at a little after 5:00. I'm guessing you are off work at 5:00?"
We were arriving at the physical therapy office and Michelle faced me and asked for my phone. "Here is my number. And my address, is it too much trouble to pick me up?" She said as she typed it in.
"Not at all."
Her hands were small like the rest of her and her nails were manicured short and painted red. She handed my phone back and had a confidence in her voice. "I'll see you at about 5:15 then." As she walked away I wondered if she would look back before turning the corner. I just stood there and watched. As she got to the corner her head turned and looked at me and her smile indicated she felt like she had been caught.
I smiled back and opened the door and went in to my appointment.
My appointment went well even though I was only half listening to the therapist. She was a spunky blonde gal that was nice enough and definitely into her job. Maybe a little too much. She seemed a little annoyed at my lack of attention I was giving the exercises. Admittedly my mind was on Michelle and our coffee date.
I was at her door and I knocked. I could hear the dog barking. I was contemplating knocking again and...