Dr Dawson

by Brittany Dreams

  Doctor’s Orders

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Doctor’s Orders

  Dr. Dawson

  Medical Doctor Romance

  By

  Brittany Dreams

  Copyright 2019 by Brittany Dreams

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity of real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Accidental Wedlock

  Learning The Ropes

  Bayview Dr. Ryan

  Description

  Some people never learn…

  Some people are destined to make the same mistake over and over again.

  I was one of those people, and definitely when it came to Dr. Ryan Dawson.

  Dr. Ryan Dawson, the uber sexy surgeon with his panty melting smile.

  Dr. Gorgeous. Dr. Perfect. Dr. Everything.

  Call him whatever you want, he was sinful temptation any woman with eyes would be attracted to.

  Definitely what the doctor ordered.

  He was also my mentor…

  That meant off limits to me.

  My life was already complicated enough. So there was no reason on earth for me to make things worse by falling for him.

  I was only supposed allow him to take me through my first year of residency and help me get that much closer to my career goals.

  Not fall into bed with him every chance I got.

  It’s all I can think of as things heat up between us, but I can’t resist him.

  Even when I know being with him could land us both in trouble.

  A steamy medical romance that will make you melt.

  Chapter 1

  Paige

  “Truth,” I answered quickly.

  It was my turn and I was definitely going with truth. Again.

  Kelly frowned then giggled with a loud snort. That was a dead giveaway that she was drunk. That would be my cue to get her home before she did something wild to embarrass us both.

  “Truth again, Paige. How many more truths are you going to pick? I’m your best friend. I kind of know all the truths there is to know about you.” Kelly shook her head at me and clutched onto the table to steady herself from falling off her chair.

  Yup, drunk indeed.

  I could hardly point fingers because I knew that last cocktail made me tipsy.

  We only came to the bar for a celebratory drink. It was the night before the first day of the rest of my life and we were celebrating that I’d made it this far.

  Celebrating at The Curtains. A totally cool bar/club that opened up a few months ago in Jamestown. It was considered both trendy and cool because Jamestown was more or less the quiet side of New York. It was just the right amount of busy and chilled. That was the exact vibe I was getting from The Curtains.

  Kelly said it was the place to be. Anyone who was anyone hung out there. She said that included all the hot doctors.

  Her plan in bringing me tonight was to give me an advantage of seeing who was who before tomorrow. Tomorrow was the big day we’d been looking forward to for a while. Maybe me more than her.

  We’d be working together again, doing our medical residency at St. Michael’s, one of the hospitals in conjunction with the University of Pittsburgh. I was on my first year of a six-year cardiothoracic surgical residency and Kelly was about to start her second year of her general surgery residency. I was excited for both of us.

  Tonight was what she classified as the heads-up to separate the hot from the non-hot.

  I shook my head at her. “Kelly, I’m going with truth,” I insisted.

  “That is so boring. I can’t even think of anything to ask you.” She snorted again. “I was a good sport and chose dare.”

  Like that was my fault. I laughed at her. “Kelly, I didn’t make you choose dare.”

  This was our game from way back when, when we first met. We were playing in the park when we were five. She dared me to eat a bug. I did but not before I dared her to eat a slug. She did.

  Of course we both threw up.

  Friends ever since, and truth or dare was our game. Sometimes it was funny. Sometimes when one of us wanted to talk about something on our minds the game was more like truth or truth.

  “Paige, one damn dare won’t kill you. This is a great night and not one to be bored with the truth. All things I know.”

  I knew better than to choose a dare. And me tipsy choosing dare might not be the best idea. Especially not around people I’d potentially be working with.

  She was right though. Kelly was my best friend and knew a lot of truths about me.

  Truths I would prefer to forget, but had become part of me.

  Part of my life and who I was.

  Like the fact that I no longer had a twin sister, and the fact that I blamed myself every day for her death. I blamed myself even though I knew evidence showed it wasn’t my fault. It was a hard thing to accept when your thought process was based on possibilities.

  The different possibilities and outcomes that could result from different actions.

  Cause and effect…

  Responses to stimuli.

  That was me and even now, after well over a year, even now as I’d taken hold of my life and decided I needed to get back en route to what I wanted, I still thought the same.

  My fault.

  I glanced over to the group of people walking down the stairs leading down to the booth area where we were. The music just changed to something more upbeat. It was a smooth club mix I wanted to dance to.

  When I looked back to Kelly she downed the last of her beer and giggled. She tapped on the wooden surface of the table and moved to the assortment of drinks we’d ordered. The wine bottles made a clinking sound in response to her fingernails.

  “Paige, live a little,” she slurred with a firm nod, then tossed the ends of her long dark wavy hair over her shoulder.

  She knew what that meant for me to hear. It was what Lizzie used to say.

  Live a little.

  It would always be the push for me because when we were younger my sister and our friends would tease me for being such a bookworm. Lizzie and I might have been identical twins but our personalities couldn’t have bee
n more different if we’d tried. She was the party girl, the life of the party, and became America’s Sweetheart when she landed the role of lead actress in the popular TV drama Passions.

  I was the bookworm. The quiet one who could always be found at the library studying, or at home on a Friday night reading her favorite Jane Austin novel or anything by Shakespeare.

  Live a little…

  I should. It was the sort of thing people tended to do when they got a second

  chance at life.

  The thing was, I thought the evidence of me going out the night before starting my residency was living it up. That was living a little, even though I tried to get out of coming here. Kelly had talked me into it because it was orientation week. She said I wouldn’t be doing all that much and definitely not on the first day. She said tomorrow was going to be more of a “get to know you and your surroundings” sort of day. I kind of doubted that from what I’d heard.

  I’d argued it was still risky, but she just ignored my worries and managed to drag me here. It was now ten. We said we’d go out for an hour but that turned into three. In my head that was going overboard on the risk factor.

  One little dare for sure wouldn’t kill me.

  “Fine…dare me.” I got my game face on and her eyes widened with excitement like I’d just handed her an all access shopping pass. Excitement and mischief.

  “Yasssss. This is gonna be good!” She rubbed her hands together and looked around. When her smile grew wider, and her bright brown eyes practically glowed with an idea, I knew I was in trouble.

  Kelly St. John might be the pro she was in the hospital, and a badass doctor, but she was still the wild girl I’d always known.

  “Kelly, please for the love of God don’t get me in trouble.” It was a caution I knew would fall on deaf ears but I said it anyway.

  “I got it. Accept this dare and you get to drive my Ferrari for the weekend.”

  Wow. I was liking this. Kelly came from a very wealthy family. She had a Ferrari and a Porsche. Her father was a software developer and the two of them had an obsession for fast, luxurious cars. Since I kind of had a thing for them too, in the sense that I thought they were a little safer than what I was used to, I was definitely considering this dare of hers.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Uh huhh.”

  “Right, hit me.” I straightened up.

  “Dr. Paige Taylor, I dare you to walk up to that guy at the bar and…” She giggled.

  I leaned forward with anticipation. “And what?”

  “Ask him what his favorite sexual position is.” While she clapped and laughed even more, my mouth dropped.

  “Oh my gosh you’re completely drunk.”

  “I am not drunk. I’m perfectly fine. That is a super cool dare. Do it.”

  I gasped. “I’m not doing that!”

  “Ferrari for three days says you’ll do it.”

  “My ass. How old are we Kelly?” I snapped.

  “Twenty-seven and loving life. Living it up as two super-hot career women.” I would say that was true for one of us, and it wasn’t me.

  I was twenty-seven years old and trying to get my life back on track after a very difficult year. She was twenty-seven and living and loving life in every sense of the word.

  “Ferrari for a week. How about that?” she offered.

  I glanced over to the bar. There were loads of guys over there. I didn’t know which one she meant. There were all really cute.

  I looked back to her and sighed as an idea of my own brewed in my mind. I’d do it but I wanted more.

  “I want the Ferrari for a month and your room,” I declared.

  She sucked in a sharp breath but nodded. We’d gotten a house together.

  It was our way of reliving our college days back at Stanford. We thought it was a great idea, and so far so good. Her room had an en suite with a bath. I had more closet space, but no one loved taking a long bath more than me. Not even her.

  “Done,” she cooed then poured some Bailey’s in a little shot glass which she held out to me. “Drink this. I want to see you do this and not chicken out.”

  The last cocktail was supposed to be my last. I took the shot glass from her and knocked the drink back. As it hit the back of my throat I felt the moment it hit my bloodstream and it gave me a chilled vibe that made me feel like I was flying high in the sky amongst the seagulls.

  “I’m doing it,” I announced and stood at the challenge. Probably a little too quickly because I wobbled and had to steady myself from falling. Then when I looked back to her, the vision of her blurred before me then restored. Oh my God I was drunk. But…this suddenly felt more exciting. I nodded at the thought like she’d said something to me. “Which guy is it?”

  She pointed. “The guy in the white button-up with short black hair.”

  I looked over and saw that description could have been any of the five guys standing at the bar.

  I frowned. “Can you be more specific?”

  She grabbed the bottle of Pinot Noir and took a gulp. I would have to get my dare over and done with real fast and take her home. We shouldn’t have gotten the wine.

  “Just pick a man. Any will do. Make sure he’s sexy though.”

  “Fine.”

  I shook my head at her again and decided to take the path to my dare.

  On shaky legs I maneuvered the crowd and made my way over to the bar.

  One of the five guys in white button-up shirts moved away, leaving four. Two looked like they were taken because there were two women standing next to them and laughing.

  That left me with two guys. Both very good looking. One, however, was Hollywood Gorgeous and he just caught my eye.

  Think of the Ferrari and the bathtub Paige…

  Yes, I could do that. That bathtub felt more appealing somehow than the Ferrari. I chose Mr. Hollywood Gorgeous, and in the moment I walked up to him I thought of a cock and bull story I could make up to fulfil my dare. I always found a way.

  And on the way over I realized just how drunk I was as I stumbled over my own feet and nearly fell on my face, but Mr. Gorgeous stepped in front of me and caught me.

  Shit.

  Why?

  I was such a klutz sometimes.

  “Thank you so much,” I told him.

  A slow easy smile lifted the corners of his full lips. It was a smile that reached his eyes and his bright baby blues reminded me of the Tuscan sky in the middle of spring. Clear and bright, filled with expectancy.

  “Good thing I was there,” he remarked.

  “Yes. It was a wonderful thing.”

  “Although it looked like you were on your way over to me.” He quirked a brow.

  This was good. It was easy. Easy peasy.

  I glanced over at Kelly and saw she was dancing by herself with the bottle of wine tucked under her arm. People were looking at her. She swirled around and looked over to me giving me two thumbs up.

  I returned my attention to Mr. Hollywood Gorgeous and suddenly I couldn’t remember my idea. That was the result of the drink.

  Damn it.

  “Yes,” I said with another firm nod as thankfully something else came to mind. “I was on my way over to you. It was to ask you something.”

  Now he looked curious and held my gaze. “Alright, let’s hear it.”

  Here goes…

  I pulled in a shallow breath and honed in my creative abilities, of which there were few.

  “I’m a first-year resident at St. Michael’s and we have this silly little game we have to play. It’s like hazing in college.”

  “Really? I’ve never heard of them doing that there.”

  “I blame the mentors. I got one of the senior residents for my mentor and he’s a prick. He showed no compassion when I got stuck with the short straw.” I was on a roll and probably should rein it in before my mouth got me in trouble. Only, I couldn’t seem to access the part o
f my brain that controlled my mouth. “He’s a real prick with no compassion at all. It’s just awful.”

  “Damn, that’s a shame. What did you get stuck with?”

  An unwelcomed blush crept up my cheeks and mingled with the buzz in my mind. “I have to ask five men what their favorite sexual position is.” I didn’t know how I didn’t combust with embarrassment when I said that.

  He raised his brows and his eyes twinkled, darkening almost as he looked me over.

  He looked like he didn’t know what to say to me. I wouldn’t have known what to say to me either.

  “What if I said all of them?” He smiled now, showing beautiful dimples, and I got lost looking at his face and what he said.

  “All?” I widened my eyes. I tried to imagine that and wished I hadn’t. I was pretty certain my face turned red when I conjured up an image of what I thought the godlike man standing before me would look like naked.

  “All,” he confirmed and his eyes dropped to my lips. “What’s yours?” he asked. His gaze climbed back up to meet mine.

  My lips parted and I had to think about what he was asking me. My favorite sexual position…

  What was it?

  I actually wouldn’t know since I couldn’t quite remember the last time I had sex. Was it completely lame to admit it was probably around two years ago?

  And it was a one-night stand that wasn’t actually one whole night. I was sick of everyone calling me Miss Goody Two-Shoes and a bookworm, so I just did something Lizzie would do.

  I went to a bar similar to this one and left with the first guy who showed interest. Although the idea was wild and I went through with it, it wasn’t something I’d do again. Or what I thought about when I thought of sex. So maybe the right memory of the last time I had sex was with my ex-boyfriend well over two years ago. Derrek, who was now a travel journalist. We were together just for college. While I thought we could have been forever, he had bigger dreams than me.

  Mr. Gorgeous inclined his head to the side, bringing me out of my thoughts as he drew my attention to the deep angles and planes of his face. He was waiting for my answer.