Chapter 37

Cassie

I was completely naked when the laptop pinged again. I hesitated for a split second before sitting back down and pulling the laptop on to my lap. Clearly I had made my first mistake as an online doctor because I hadn't logged out and now I had a patient. Biting back a groan I glanced at the clock. It was late. Rapidly approaching another day and the last thing I wanted to be doing was working but this was what I had signed up for.

Except one glance at the message on the screen and I knew this wasn't what I had signed up for. Not unless I had filled in the application incorrectly. I specialised in surgery not in-

"Why can't I get a hard on?"

My eyes read and reread the message over and over again. It was crude. The person who had typed it hadn't even bothered to say erection or try to sugar coat it and that said a lot about the kind of man he was. Either young or uneducated or maybe he was some kind of pervert?

I'd come across my fair share of them since I'd become a doctor. Was this the same thing? It kind of felt like it because hell it was almost midnight and who sent those kind of queries in the middle of the night?

Desperate men, a small voice seemed to whisper in my head. Men who needed my advice.

Sighing I let my eyes fly across the message again. This was my first patient and I didn't want a bad review. "You should really consult with an andrologist." I typed quickly and hit the send button.

He began touring straight away but the message that came through seemed jumbled and hastily written. A quick apology and a story about trying to have sex with his girlfriend for the first time.

I read it quickly. Young. The man messaging me was young and inexperienced and freaking out because he couldn't get it up on the most important night of his life.

Instantly I felt sorry for him. I asked him questions, basic ones like his age and medical background at first and they all came back completely normal. There was nothing that stood out there so I dug a little deeper and his answers became more and more jumbled.

"When was the last time you masterbated?"

There was a longer than normal pause before he began typing again. "This morning." He answered.

"And everything was fine this morning?" My fingers flew over the keyboard.

"Yes. I didn't have any problem this morning."

I could almost see him blushing just from the way he was typing alone but I still had questions to ask.

"And how long did you last this morning?"

He answered me quickly.

"That's good. I don't think there's anything wrong with you."

"But there has to be. You don't understand." There were several typos in his words. "She was so disappointed and I wanted her so badly but it just wouldn't work. Please doctor just prescribe me something. Anything so I can do it."

"There's nothing I can prescribe you because there is nothing wrong with you medically. You just got nervous that's all. It happens all the time."

"But what if I'm always too nervous."

I smiled. It had been a long time since I had been in his shoes but I could still remember my first time and how nervous I had been. "You won't always be, I promise. But you have to let these things happen organically. Enjoy your time with your lady love. Enjoy the feel of her body and her skin and her hands on you in return. Learn what she likes but also what you like. Even if it's a little rough then it's fine as long as you both enjoy it. Take the time to explore each other and I promise you that it will happen. You just have to take the pressure off yourself and let it happen."

The cursor moved across the screen for several long seconds before he started typing again . "Do you promise doctor?"

I didn't like making promises but this time I was certain I was right. "You will be just fine."

"Thank you doctor."

There was no more movement on the screen and I was just about to get up and go for my shower when another message pinged up.

"I'm sorry doctor but I've never had a girlfriend before. I'm guessing you have a boyfriend. Could you tell me what girls like? Sometimes I don't even know if I am kissing her right. If I was your boyfriend how would you want me to kiss you and make love to you?"

I stared at the screen with my mouth open. What a strange, strange question.

"I'm sorry that is really inappropriate isn't it?"

It was but that was part of the job I guess. Pursing my lips I tried to remember a time when I had wanted the man to kiss me.

Not Julian, we never started with wanting each other it always just kind of happened.

"Passionately." I typed before I knew what I was doing. Memories of that night in the hospital flooded me. Making my nerve endings tingle. That was the last time I had truly wanted a man. "Kiss her passionately, touch her like she is everything to you and then make love to her like she is a goddess and you want to worship her."

I blinked at the words I had just written in shock. Was that what I wanted?

Yes.

It was what all women wanted.

"Thank you doctor."

The session ended and the money dropped into my online account along with a very sizable tip. I stared at it for a second before climbing to my feet and heading to the shower.

That had been the strangest consultation I had ever done but at least I had helped a little. I hoped at least. But now I was going to help myself and shower the stress of the day away.

Within seconds I was under the scorching hot water and it felt better than I had ever imagined. Each little needle of fire seemed to burn my troubles away. Today had been a completely mixed bags of emotions. It had started off well and got better when I had helped the injured of scarlettes pack and then got pretty bad when Julian had arrived and Megan had attacked me. But the night had ended well. I had ended my day by helping someone else in need. Even if that help had come in the form of talking a virgin through his nerves.

I had still done good and I would sleep well tonight.

Rinsing off my hair I wrapped a small towel around me. Dripping water on to the tile as I flung open the door that connected my bathroom to my bedroom I froze.

Ok maybe it was going to end badly after all.