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  The Doctor’s Pet

  By

  Loki Renard

  Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Loki Renard

  Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Loki Renard

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.

  www.StormyNightPublications.com

  Renard, Loki

  The Doctor’s Pet

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

  Images by Bigstock/South12th, Bigstock/gurinaleksandr, and 123RF/kiuikson

  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Chapter One

  Tessa stuffed the envelope bearing the bright red text Final Demand into the back of her locker and tried not to think about it. There was a shuffling sound as it slid in behind her backpack and was welcomed into the fold by dozens of its paper peers.

  With that safely stowed out of sight and out of mind, Tessa checked herself over in the mirror on the back of her locker door, ensuring that her scrubs were neat and tidy and that there would be no reason to be chastised by a surgeon today.

  Her pale blond hair, almost white, had been tied back in a neat ponytail, leaving her face free. She had wide blue-gray eyes artfully rimmed by just enough liner and mascara to make them stand out, a nose that was a little too wide and a little too long for her liking and turned up at the end like a boot in a way she’d always fixated on. Other than that, she considered herself passably pretty. If only pretty paid the bills.

  Just as she was almost ready to report for duty, her cellphone rang. She looked at the number, shook her head, and rejected the call. A second later, a message came through.

  Need $500 xxx - Tim

  Five hundred, as if that could just be conjured up out of thin air. She turned her phone off entirely and stuffed it in her locker along with the bills.

  “Tessa!” Her friend and colleague called her name somewhat urgently. “You’re going to be late. The new surgeon is about to start his trial.”

  The new surgeon. Kirk Saunders. The surgical ward was abuzz with gossip about the man, whose employment was being heralded with all the enthusiasm of the second coming. Tessa had heard so much about Kirk in the last two weeks, she was pretty sure she could have written his biography.

  In his younger days he’d been known as the boy wonder, due to the uncommon alacrity and deftness he had for delicate surgeries. Now he was too old to be a boy anything, forty years old and taking a job at St. Heath’s. Every surgical nurse was vying for a place on his team, which he intended to decide upon through a series of challenges. An interview of sorts—but with every other candidate for the position also present, and sharp surgical scalpels everywhere. All that was missing from the experience was a flaming torch and a tribal council. Silly, Tessa thought, but nobody had asked her.

  She walked into the interview room to find twelve nurses lined up behind a row of surgical trays. They all had a deer-in-the-headlights look about them, which was explained by the looming figure standing in front of them. Doctor Kirk Saunders, as intimidating in person as he was by reputation.

  Her first impression of him was that somebody had taken a gladiator and put a shirt, shoes, pants, and a medical coat on him. Everything about him was hard, including his dark eyes, which locked on her as she walked through the door.

  He had high cheekbones and dark slashing brows that were sloped in a frown as he tracked her every movement as she wandered into the room and gave him a silent, querying look. He seemed to take her presence as something of a personal affront for reasons she couldn’t explain.

  Doctor Saunders was 6′5 according to general rumor. Finding herself in his shadow, Tessa believed the rumors.

  “You’re late.” He declared the words like a judge pronouncing a sentence.

  “Not technically,” Tessa said, pointing at the clock. “I have three seconds left.”

  His brows lowered to a hawkish position of exasperation. “Do you always talk back when a surgeon corrects you?”

  “Only when he’s incorrect.”

  Kirk let out a snort. “Get in line, nurse.”

  Tessa didn’t much care for his tone, but calling a surgeon out in front of a gaggle of nurses was just asking for trouble. She didn’t want trouble. She wanted to be on his team. Getting on his team would mean promotion, more money, and maybe even a way out of the hole of debt she seemed perpetually mired in.

  There was a free spot at the far end of the line. All the other nurses had positioned themselves as close to Kirk as possible, hoping to catch his eye in one way or another. Several of them were made up much more dramatically than usual; in fact, the room looked more like a model search than anything.

  Tessa took her position behind a surgical tray and waited for Kirk to begin proceedings.

  “I run this test with all my nurses,” he explained. “The object here is not just speed, but precision. At the end of this process, three of you will remain. Those three will be offered a place on my team. Understand?”

  There was a low smattering of voices uttering assent. Kirk switched on the projector next to him and a picture of a surgical layout was displayed on the wall. “You have thirty seconds to memorize this layout,” he said. “Starting now.”

  At the end of the thirty seconds, the image was turned off. He then instructed each nurse to emulate the layout they had seen. The room was full of quiet clattering as everyone attempted to replicate the picture. Tessa moved three items then stopped, putting her hands behind her back.

  Her lack of motion attracted Kirk. He strode over and looked down at the layout, then at her.

  “You’re done?”

  “Yes.”

  “Everyone else is still working,” he pointed out.

  “Everyone else is wrong.”

  The comment earned her more than one sharp look, but it made Kirk’s cheek dimple with the hint of a smile.

  “You’re arrogant,” he said. “But fortunately for you, you’re also right.”

  The rest of the interview proceeded without incident. Tessa had little trouble with any of the tasks he requested they all perform. Some of the others left with tears in their eyes, having been informed that their continued presence was not required. A few of them were actually very good nurses, but too nervous to perform well with the new surgeon breathing down their necks.

  In the end, there were just three left: Tessa, Patricia, and Susan. Kirk made his way down the now much shorter line, speaking with each of them individually.

  Susan was a seasoned nurse with many years of experience. She had seen it all, heard it all, experienced it all. She accepted Kirk’s offer to be on his team with polite restraint.

  Next, Kirk spoke to Patricia, who could not stop beaming from ear to ear and was visibly shifting from toe to toe, damn near bouncing in place. “Yes, oh, yes, please!”

  “Try to contain yourself, nurse,” Kirk replied. “There is little room for emotion in surgery.”

  “Yes, sir!” Patricia clasped her hands over her face, as if to prevent herself from screaming with excitement.

  “Now you,” Kirk said, coming to a halt in front of Tessa. “You’re quite adept.” The words contained praise, but somehow his tone did not convey it. Tessa almost felt as though he expected some kind of apology from her. “However,” he said. “You’re also arrogant and mouthy.”

  Tessa looked up at him silently, proving him wrong instant
ly in her mind, at least.

  “I will offer you a conditional place on the team,” he informed her.

  “Conditional on what?”

  Kirk lifted his head and addressed Patricia and Susan. “You two may leave,” he said, dismissing them.

  The other two nurses quickly filed out, leaving Tessa and Kirk alone together. In the distance, Patricia’s squeaks of excitement could be heard filtering down the hall.

  “Conditional upon you learning to behave yourself,” he said in a low purr. “You strike me as undisciplined.”

  “There is nothing undisciplined about my work,” Tessa replied.

  “No, and your arrogance gives you the confidence to make quick, correct decisions, which is a trait I need in a nurse,” Kirk acknowledged. “However, I also require proper respect for the rules, promptness, and a…”

  “…heightened tolerance to lectures?” Tessa cut in, thoroughly annoyed by Kirk’s comments. For him to call her arrogant was the greatest case of the pot calling the kettle black she had heard in a very long time.

  “You see, you talk back,” Kirk observed. “You speak rudely.”

  “As do you.”

  His brows rose and he looked down his nose at her. “Do you speak this way to all the doctors and surgeons in the hospital?”

  “You mean honestly? Yes.”

  A growl emanated from low in Kirk’s chest. “You have an attitude, young lady. See me in my office at seven p.m.”

  “My shift ends at three p.m.,” she replied.

  “Seven. This evening,” he said curtly.

  “I can’t be here at seven,” she replied in slow, deliberate tones as if she were speaking to someone particularly stupid. “My shift ends four hours earlier.”

  His expression was like granite as he ground out his response. “I expect you to be available when I need you to be. And I expect you to speak to me in respectful tones.”

  Tessa knew she should keep her mouth shut. She knew she’d already said far too much in completely the wrong way. She should just nod and explain her reasons for not being able to make the appointment and see if he would be so kind as to allow her to come see him another time. She should tell him she really appreciated him allowing her a chance to trial for his team. She should tell him that it would be an honor to work with a surgeon like him. Instead, she opened her mouth and let words fall out.

  “This may come as a shock to you, doctor, but the world does not actually revolve around you.”

  Kirk’s jaw tightened. “I will see you at 3.05 p.m. in my office, nurse. Do not be late.”

  “Fine,” Tessa shot back. “See you then.”

  She turned and stormed off, already inwardly berating herself for letting her mouth get the better of her yet again. There was no way in hell he was going to offer her a job now.

  Chapter Two

  By three o’clock, Tessa was bone-tired and so nervous she thought her tummy might actually squirm its way out of her mouth. Usually she’d have a couple of hours to get a quick nap in and get something to eat, but instead she was dragging her feet up to the fifth floor where Kirk’s office was located, every step creating a more dire sense of foreboding.

  At precisely 3.06 p.m. she arrived outside his door and tried to gather her scattered thoughts. Truth be told, her nervousness was about more than a surgeon and a job. This was about how he’d made her feel right in the core of her body, where tingling sensations traced out to completely inappropriate areas. For most of the day, thoughts of Kirk had played through her mind in myriad ways, making her feel excited, happy, nervous, and rebellious all at the same time.

  Now he was probably going to give her one hell of a tongue-lashing before telling her that he’d filled the spot with someone who didn’t answer back. Tessa gathered her courage and knocked on his door. Almost instantly there was a low growl in response.

  “Come.”

  She had a physical reaction to his voice, a tightening low in her stomach and a tingling in her chest. She pushed the door open, stepped into the room, and closed the door behind her, shutting herself in.

  Kirk was sitting at his desk, his tall frame no less intimidating for being seated. He looked at her with a dark gaze and gave a curt shake of his head. “You’re late,” he noted.

  Tessa didn’t bother responding to that comment. “You wanted to see me?”

  “I did,” he said. “I offered you a place on my team conditionally. Now I’m going to tell you what the conditions are.”

  Tessa nodded, keeping her mouth shut. She needed to get to her second job soon and as handsome as Kirk was, he wasn’t going to pay her rent, or her overdue car payment, or any of the other bills piled up neatly in a rainbow-colored pile from white to yellow to red under the couch at home, safely out of sight but almost never out of mind.

  “First of all, I expect you to be on time,” he said. “In your case, that means early. Second, I expect you to speak with respect…” He tapped the paper in front of him and Tessa realized that it was her personal file. He’d been reviewing her employment history at the hospital.

  “Interesting reading?” she smirked. He didn’t smile. He looked at her with an expression completely devoid of humor

  “I’ll be blunt, nurse. This is worse than I expected.”

  Tessa’s heart sank. This was the part where he informed her that he’d changed his mind about offering her even a provisional position.

  “Okay,” she said, “well, thanks for letting me know.” She turned back to the door, hiding the little tears of disappointment in her eyes.

  “Tessa,” he said somewhat sharply. “Come back here. We’re not done talking.”

  “Yes, we are,” she said, her hand on the doorknob.

  She heard his chair scrape back on the linoleum floor, heard one footstep, and then felt his hand on her upper arm. He turned her around to face him, which she did reluctantly. “Where are you going?”

  “None of your business,” she snapped. “You’re done with me, right? I don’t have time for a lecture, Kirk. I don’t have time for any of this. Just take on one of the good little nurses and have a nice life.”

  “You’re really presumptuous,” he said as she tried to tug her arm free. “We haven’t even started talking yet. Why don’t you wait to hear what I have to say instead of assuming you know?”

  “Because I know what you’re going to say. I’ve heard it a hundred times from a hundred people,” Tessa shot back. “I don’t need to hear it again.”

  “I think there’s something you haven’t heard,” Kirk said solemnly. “As a matter of fact, I think there’s a whole lot you haven’t heard from anyone.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like you’re a talented, passionate woman who could rise to the top of her field if she just had a little of the right kind of guidance…”

  “Yeah, right,” Tessa snorted. “You know all that after, what, fifteen minutes with me?”

  “I knew all that after two minutes with you,” he replied swiftly. “If you’d just stop fighting me, you’d realize I’m trying to help you.”

  “So you want me on your team?”

  “I do, with conditions.”

  “What? A probationary period? Or some kind of clause so if you fire me I don’t have any recourse? Or you only want me on an emergency basis? Or pending more training? Or you want me to take a sensitivity course?”

  “Tessa,” he said when she had briefly paused in her recitation of possible conditions. “You really, really need to work on your listening skills. I expect my nurses to listen to me and respond appropriately. You seem very wound up over something. Is something wrong?”

  Something was wrong. She was inches from a man who made the very core of her throb with need and she was so close to a long awaited promotion she could almost taste it—and she was equally sure she was about to stuff it all up. Or already had. Or… she didn’t know. Her head was spinning and her knees felt weak and she was quivering from head to toe.

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nbsp; He lowered his head toward hers, searching her eyes and slowly the distance between them narrowed. It grew smaller and smaller until his lips met hers in a passionate, crushing kiss, surprising the air out of her. She arched instinctively toward him, her hips finding his body unerringly. As his tongue snaked into her mouth, he slid his hand around her waist and laid a hard slap to her bottom.

  Tessa squealed against his lips. “What was that? What is this?”

  “Stop with the questions and the talking,” he said in a growl that vibrated through her body as he slapped her bottom yet again, demanding her attention. “I want you to pay attention to me, Tessa. To what I say and to what I do.”

  His hand cupped her bottom as his lips descended on hers yet again, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. Her lips parted and she found herself engulfed by his passion. His hand landed against her bottom many more times, striking her hard and fast with punitive slaps that made her squeal into his mouth.

  Tessa could not believe what was happening. Doctors and nurses kissed all the time—most of the hospital was sleeping with the rest of the hospital at any given time—but she’d never been the sort of girl to do that sort of thing. Now though, with Kirk’s tongue lashing hers, his palm landing against her scrub-clad rear over and over again with a crisp, hard whacking sound that echoed around the room, she didn’t know what kind of girl she was.

  Tessa began to whimper against his lips, shocked into momentary submission as he spanked her standing up, his palm catching her cheeks so hard she found her hips jolting forward against his hard frame, her clit tingling with each and every swat. He must have slapped her bottom two dozen times before he let up and showed some mercy.

  When he lifted his mouth from hers, she looked up into his face, her mouth open in a question as yet unspoken.

  “Because you deserve it,” he answered her look in gravelly tones. “And because you need it.”