Doctor Clause (Doctors of Eastport General)

Chapter Thirteen

Leeona

Sex. It filled her mind. It took over her thoughts. What was next? What would make it better? She was a kid who’d never tasted sugar, set free in a candy shop with unlimited funds. Of course, she wanted to try it all. Of course, there’d be some flavours which weren’t to her taste. There were bound to be plenty that were though.

He was the candy man offering her samples, or at least would be once the photo shoot was over. For the moment she’d have to settle for a sexy Santa.

There it was again, the feeling of anticipation. Waiting for her doctor to emerge from the dressing room was slowly eating away at her from the inside out. Usually, she wasn’t an impatient person, but getting antsy over even the slightest chance of seeing him was quickly becoming the new norm.

What was he going to be wearing?

How much skin was going to be showing?

How sexy were the other people in the room going to find him?

How sexy was she going to find him?

The last one was a no-brainer. The man could wear an oversized tracksuit and still be considered the hottest guy alive by her.

He wouldn’t though.

In the short time they’d been acquainted, she’d learned enough about him to know he always dressed to impress, even in the bedroom.

“Ah.” Lenny sighed, walking in late. “I’m glad you found someone. I was worried for you for a minute there. My assistant says he’s the best of the lot too. Is that true?”

“He is,” she agreed.

“That’s impressive,” Lenny said, tinkering with the position of a few items on the set. Everything was fluffy and white. “There were quite a few lookers in the bunch.” He leaned closer to her, lowering his voice. “I’ve ordered a few copies of the calendar for myself.” He adjusted a few lights.

“We appreciate the support,” she replied with a grin. “You have all the pictures, I’m sure you didn’t have to pay us for copies.”

“No. No.” One hand waggled at the wrist. “That would go against the terms of the contracts. Photos taken by me for this project can only be used for the charity calendar. Besides, it’s for the kids.” He gasped; jaw dropped, mouth hanging wide open. “Mmm. That is a nice note to end the year on. Where have you been hiding?”

“At the hospital,” she answered. “He’s a doctor. We are making a calendar of just doctors from Eastport General.”

Stephen was wearing a classic Santa hat and not much more, going shirtless with tight silky red boxers trimmed in white. The fit was snug like a glove made especially with his nether region in mind, leaving little to the imagination of onlookers, especially since he was partially hard. Apparently, watching wasn’t all he enjoyed. Being watched seemed just as stimulating.

“Well.” Chin rested between the photographer’s thumb and forefinger. “Don’t get too excited, stud.” A pink tongue popped out, wetting his lips. “We can’t have anything popping out unexpectedly in the shoot, now can we?” He chuckled under his breath. “Of course, if you’d like a private, more naughty shoot, that can be arranged. I’m happy to rearrange my schedule.”

She shot him a scrutinizing glare. He was going to cancel the charity calendar, but would be happy to work overtime for some risqué pictures of Dr. December?

“Perhaps another time,” Stephen said. “Unfortunately, my appointment book is filled for quite some time.”

“I look forward to it,” Lenny replied. “Shall we begin? I’d like you to lie on the white pelt. Oh! Don’t worry, it just looks real. It’s all fake. Real fur is taboo these days. On your tummy, please.” Once his instructions were complied with, he circled his model, taking in every angle, every position.

Lenny put on a show, demonstrating exactly what a professional photographer was supposed to be—a cameraman well versed in the way of the lens—who was in control of every detail. He knew exactly the way he wanted a picture taken, why he wanted a model photographed in a certain way, and which equipment was best.

“Like this?” Stephen asked, his butt jutting up and down during the search to find a comfortable position.

“Mm-hmm. Lift your head.” A pillow covered in the same white faux-fur as all the other props slid under the doctor’s chin. “Hug it a little.” He motioned with one finger for his assistant to start the session.

Despite this being her project, it was her first time in a photography studio watching the magic come to life.

The constant clicking threw her off.

“It’s the mechanical shutter,” Lenny said, noting the expression of confusion. “It closes at the end of the exposure.” One hand went up. Everything immediately halted. He strolled over, checking the pictures on the digital camera. Film was rarely developed anymore. “Hmm. Not bad. Not bad. It might be a little too much though.” A brisk walk back to the model saw the fur removed completely, the pillow plain, left without a case. “Can you look straight forward?”

Stephen nodded.

“Go again.” Lenny returned to the camera for another look. “Can we add a few small wrapped gifts in front, and let’s get some of those glorious muscles in the shot as well.”

Leeona sighed. They certainly were glorious.

Lenny examined the latest batch of pictures. “I think we got it,” he said with a quirky smile. “That’s the fastest of the lot. Thanks for coming in, everyone.” He pointed to Stephen. “You, my good man, can go change.”

“That’s it. Really?” Leeona asked.

“Yes,” Lenny replied, glancing at his watch. “I can still make my afternoon tea.” Keys dangled in front of her face. “Lock up for me, would you? You can give these to Minerva when you see her next. I have another set at home.”

“You trust me with all this?” She swivelled around, seeing why. Lenny’s team was already packing up all the equipment.

“It’ll just be the bare bones,” Lenny explained directly into one ear from behind. “Just give the handle a good jiggle to make sure it’s tightly locked. Thank you.” With one hand over his head waving, he simply left.

“Okay.” Before the word was finished, she was all alone.

Sneak a peek? The thought was short-lived. The good doctor was already changed and ready to hit the road.

What was she supposed to do with all those pent-up desires?

Hormones were rampaging out of control, along with the growing heat between her legs. Everything was building. The pot needed to be stirred before it boiled over. The studio probably wasn’t the right place though. There was, however, a plan in place in her mind; one which hatched before the shoot began.