In the Doctor's Bed

by Brenda Jackson

  A muscle tightened in Jaclyn’s stomach. “Does it matter, especially if the allegations are true?” she asked.

  “Doesn’t matter to me. I can’t help admiring the person for doing it. Some people who are born into wealth think they can get away with anything. Terrence acted like too much of a snob to suit me anyway.”

  Tamara glanced beyond Jaclyn and smiled. “Here comes Dr. De Winter. We’ll talk later.” Tamara then straightened in her seat to chime in with the others when they said, “Good morning, Dr. De Winter.”

  “Good morning, everyone,” the husky voice replied.

  Jaclyn hadn’t been one of those to coo out the greeting, yet she thought his gaze deliberately settled on her as he passed her seat to walk toward the front of the room. It was then that she overheard a female intern sitting in front of her whisper to another woman, “That doctor is way too fine. I just love watching him strut his stuff.”

  Jaclyn thought the same thing. She liked seeing him strut his stuff as well, but that was something she wouldn’t dare share with anyone. She watched and listened as he went through the regular routine of asking how things were going and if anyone had had any challenges for the week to share with the others.

  She knew that was her cue and she raised her hand. He glanced over in her direction. “Yes, Dr. Campbell?”

  She spoke up and presented Mr. Aiken’s situation to everyone. Some fellow interns asked questions while jotting down notes. Several threw out possible diagnoses for her to consider and she wrote those down as well. It was nice getting feedback from her peers. More than once she glanced at Dr. De Winter and saw him watching and listening with interest. He was letting them work as a team. A few times it seemed after scanning the room his gaze would come to settle on her. And each time it did, her breath would get caught in her throat and she would swallow deeply to force the air down.

  “So, Dr. Campbell, do you think you have enough possibilities to work with?” he asked, his eyes homing in on hers in a way that made blood rush through her veins.

  She took a deep breath and then responded, “Yes, and I’m going to narrow it down to the best three.”

  He nodded. “Time might not be on your side,” Dr. De Winter then said. “I understand Mr. Aiken’s fever spiked overnight.”

  She wasn’t surprised that he was well aware of what was going on with each of the intern’s patients under his charge. How he kept up with it all she didn’t know. There were fifteen of them and each had been assigned five to seven patients.

  “Yes, sir, but so far we’re keeping the temperature down.”

  He nodded. “But what we want is to get rid of it all together.”

  Jaclyn moistened her lips with her tongue thinking she could have taken his words as a put-down. Instead she took them as a challenge. A patient’s health was on the line and her job as a doctor was to not make him comfortable but to get him well. “Yes, sir.”

  He straightened from the podium he’d been leaning against and then looked out over the group. “Good job, team. Now go out there and take care of your patients.”

  Lucien remained behind in the empty meeting room. Things with Jaclyn Campbell were still not going well. Hooking up with a woman, getting to know her, developing a relationship both mentally and especially physically, was one of those simple pleasures in life that all men looked forward to experiencing.

  He dated, although it had been a while since he’d dated anyone seriously. He always enjoyed a female’s company, but in most situations he tried avoiding dating women in his own profession. More often than not their conversations would center too much around the medical cases they were up against.

  The last woman he’d dated had been in the education field and he enjoyed learning about her work and the challenges she faced. The only bad thing about Shawnee Powers was her inability to stop placing herself on some sort of pedestal. There was nothing wrong with someone believing in themselves, but for Shawnee it had begun getting downright ridiculous. He’d put up with it until he’d noticed her jealous streak. She had begun questioning him when he didn’t call or when he didn’t immediately text her back. It had been ten months since they’d broken up and at no time had he been tempted to call her.

  Ten months.

  That had been when he’d seen Jaclyn for the first time. He would always remember that day. There had been twenty residents and now they were down to fifteen. One had gotten seriously sick and had to leave the program, three hadn’t been able to cope the first six months and one he’d had to terminate.

  His mind shifted to Terrence Matthews, the one he’d had to terminate. The young man, although somewhat brash at times, had had a promising future. He had started off sharp as a whip, up on every assignment and possessed a bedside manner all the patients appreciated. Then Terrence began being late to group meetings, going MIA when he was supposed to be visiting patients and falling asleep during group discussions.

  Lucien had mentioned Terrence’s behavior to Dr. Dudley who at first hadn’t wanted to rock the boat; after all the man was a Matthews. But Lucien had been making his own notes and observations when Jaclyn had come to him about Terrence’s drug use.

  Without Terrence aware he was being observed, she had witnessed him stealing drugs from the hospital pharmacy. A replay of the pharmacy’s surveillance camera had backed up her claim, and a random drug test confirmed Terrence’s drug use.

  Lucien shook his head when he recalled the day he had summoned Dr. Matthews to his office. The man didn’t deny the charges. Instead he said because he was a Matthews and his family had given so much to the hospital, he felt anything he did should and could be overlooked.

  Even the offer that he take a temporary leave and go into drug rehab was laughed off with Terrence saying to do such a thing would be an admission of guilt. Lucien had ending up terminating Terrence’s association with the hospital that day.

  Although he’d backed up Lucien’s actions, Dr. Dudley had predicted there would be a backlash from the Matthews family. The old man had been right.

  Drawing in a deep breath Lucien walked to the window and glanced out at downtown Alexandria. Below, the brick-paved streets were lined with shops and boutiques of early eighteenth and nineteenth century architecture. And in the distance, across the Potomac, was the nation’s capital in all its glorious splendor. He enjoyed where he worked and loved living in Georgetown, far enough from the hospital on the D.C. side to appreciate the days he had off work.

  He knew Jaclyn lived in Virginia, and the only times their paths had crossed after hours had been that Sunday when he’d decided to do his grocery shopping at a store in Alexandria.

  He rubbed his hand down his face and turned away from the window. Although she had been sitting in the back of the room today, his gaze had sought her out anyway. He had looked for her. Found her. And had felt his attraction to her intensify. When she’d opened her mouth to speak, his pulse had accelerated and his ability to breathe had become affected.

  What the hell was wrong with him?

  It had taken all of his control to keep his features neutral, void of expression. Each and every time he was around her he risked the possibility of giving something away. The interns under his charge were bright, observant and astute. They would hang on to his every word, decipher his every action.

  Jaclyn made it hard for him to think straight at times. Like today when she had been explaining Mr. Aiken’s condition to everyone. While she talked about the man’s fever, Lucien had begun imagining a fever of a different kind—the typed generated in the heat of passion between a man and a woman. Namely, him and her. He could envision her lush body, naked and hot, extremely hot, writhing beneath his while he thrust in and out of her making nonstop love to her.

  Those thoughts had been the last thing that should have been flowing through his mind, but they weren’t. Even now those kinds of thoughts were uppermost in his mind and determined to get the best of him. It might be wise to consider placing as much distance
between him and Jaclyn as possible, and the only way he could do that was to suggest she transfer to another hospital. He knew there was no way he could do that. It wouldn’t be fair to her to disrupt her position here just because he was the one with a libido problem.

  As he gathered his belongings, Lucien knew what he had to do. He had to get a grip. No matter what, he could not lower his guard around her.

  By lunchtime Jaclyn had heard so many versions of what was going down with the Matthews lawsuit that she wondered where was rumor control when you needed it. The only good thing was that so far no one knew the identity of the person who’d snitched on Terrence and for that she was grateful.

  She hadn’t known what to expect when she’d made the decision to come forward to report Terrence’s drug abuse. But her parents had raised her to do the right thing, and knowing about the abuse and the harm it could cause her fellow doctor had been the determining factor in making her talk. No one knew she was the one responsible for Terrence losing his job. Not even her roommate Isabelle.

  No one except Dr. De Winter.

  Just the mention of his name made a picture of him flash in her mind. He was so drop-dead gorgeous. Most of the other female staffers felt the same way, too. She’d heard the comments, and she’d noticed that several of them would cook up any excuse to go up to his office, only to return with what they considered the same disappointing news. Dr. De Winter had suspected them from the first. In other words, he’d seen through their attempt at shrewdness and wasn’t having any of it.

  Thoughts of Dr. De Winter still took up residence in her mind hours later at the end of her shift. But they’d been pushed to the background after she’d overheard some interns trying to figure out who had nailed Terrence. They had what they termed a snitch among them.

  They’d claimed if they’d known about Terrence, they would have implemented a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. Who in their right mind would want to go up against the Matthews family? they’d asked. Hadn’t the snitch caused the hospital more harm than good now that the family was withdrawing its financial support?

  As far as Jaclyn was concerned things were getting out of hand. What if Dr. Dudley was wrong and she was identified as the person who’d come forward about Terrence? She could see some of the interns turning on her and making her life at Hopewell unpleasant.

  She knew the one person she needed to talk with and found him standing at a nurse’s station writing in a patient’s chart. Taking a deep breath she walked over to him. “Excuse me, Dr. De Winter, may I speak with you privately?”

  Lucien stopped writing at the sound of the soft feminine voice. He didn’t have to glance up to see to whom it belonged. He forced the air from his lungs as he turned and looked into Jaclyn’s face. He immediately saw from the look in her eyes that she was troubled by something. But he had to play it cool, remembering he couldn’t jump at the chance to be alone with her any more than he would any of the other interns.

  He stuck his pen into his pocket and lifted a brow. “I’m about to call it a day, Dr. Campbell. Is it something that can wait until tomorrow?” he asked in a no-nonsense, very professional tone, knowing his words had been overheard by Nurse Tsang who was all ears. As usual her radar was on high alert. The woman had a tendency to mind everyone’s business but her own.

  “No, sir. It can’t wait.”

  He glanced at his watch. “Very well, then. We can go to my office.”

  They walked side by side toward his office at the end of the corridor. And with every step he took he inhaled her scent. The tropical fragrance of jasmine reminded him of the night-blooming flower from the island where he’d been born. She was wearing it well and it made him recall sultry summer nights.

  As he walked beside her, he racked his brain for something to say that wouldn’t come out as too forward. He glanced over at her. With her exotic features and dark hair, she could pass for an island girl if it wasn’t for her fair skin. She was a beauty. He’d thought so the first time he’d seen her and he thought so now.

  He increased his pace and she managed to keep up with him. Lucien could imagine those long legs beneath the slacks could do so with ease.

  It had been a quiet day, no emergencies that had needed his attention beyond the norm and for that he was grateful. He had been about to call it a day, had hoped he could quietly slip out without seeing her more than he already had that day. But now it seemed he would be in close quarters with her. As long as he kept things on a professional note he would be fine.

  At least that was his prayer.

  But his prayer didn’t help him a few minutes later when they’d reached his office and he held the door open for her to enter. She brushed past him and her scent had made him tremble.

  He knew at that moment he had no business bringing her to his office. The space was tight as it was and having her in it would make it even more confining. And as he stepped into the cramped room behind her and closed the door, he knew he was in trouble.

  Deep trouble.

  Jaclyn glanced around the office, remembering the first time she had been here. That had been her first week at the hospital and Nurse Tsang had reported to Dr. De Winter that she hadn’t turned in her end-of-the-day report on time. Jaclyn had argued that her report had been turned in on time, but Nurse Tsang’s watch had been set two minutes early. Dr. De Winter had calmly suggested that to eliminate confusion in the future she get her report in five minutes early. What he hadn’t said and what she clearly understood that day was that the head nurse enjoyed making everyone’s lives miserable and she’d have to avoid getting caught in her trap.

  Jaclyn took a deep breath when she remembered the last time she’d been in his office. It was last month when she had reported Terrence’s drug use. She had done a lot of soul searching before requesting a meeting with Dr. De Winter and now it looked like the decision she’d made that day might be coming back to haunt her.

  “Please have a seat, Dr. Campbell.”

  “Thank you.” She sat in the chair next to his desk and she watched as he sat down as well.

  “If you’re here regarding the remark I made earlier today in the group session, it wasn’t made to call you out or to make it seem as if you didn’t know what needed to be done.”

  She shook her head. “Yes, I know, but that’s not why I’m here,” she said softly.

  He nodded. “Then why are you here? You said whatever you needed to talk to me about couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

  She inhaled deeply again, wondering why the man had to look so heartthrob sexy. She’d been around good-looking men before, but there was something about Dr. De Winter’s looks that could literally take a woman’s breath away. She wondered if he knew the effect he had on women and decided yes, he had to know. “Dr. Campbell?”

  She blinked, realizing he was waiting for her to say something. “They are talking.”

  He raised his brow and a guarded look appeared on his face, and she wondered the reason. “Who’s talking?”

  “Everyone. They know. Or they think they know and those who don’t are trying to figure it out.”

  He leaned back in his chair and simply stared at her, but it was a stare that made tiny flutters appear in her stomach. “I think you need to tell me just what you’re talking about,” he said in a gentle tone, so gentle it made her want to tell him everything, especially her misgivings about letting him know about Terrence and how everyone was trying to figure out just who told. But she wanted to go even farther and spill her guts about how she felt about him, how she dreamed about him at night and how she often envisioned him naked. Most important, how her desire and love for him kept taunting her day in and day out. However, she knew she couldn’t tell him any of those things. She wouldn’t dare.

  “I’m talking about the Matthews lawsuit,” she finally said. “That’s all everyone has been talking about all morning. They’re determined to find out who snitched on Terrence.”

  “They won’t.”

>   “Can you be absolutely sure of that, Dr. De Winter?” she asked in frustration, fighting back tears that threatened to fall any minute. When she’d come to him to report Terrence’s problem she had hoped that in addition to protecting the hospital in the long run she would be protecting Terrence as well. He needed help. She knew firsthand what drugs could do to a person and didn’t want an addiction to rule his life like it had ruled her brother’s, Kevin’s.

  “Yes, I can be absolutely sure of it, Dr. Campbell. You are protected by the privacy act. What you told me was in confidence and that is equivalent to doctor-patient privilege. I don’t have to reveal my source to anyone. Besides, it doesn’t matter. He didn’t pass the random drug test that was given to him that day.”

  “I know, but what if their attorneys force the issue? Then what? I thought I was doing the right thing in telling you about it, but now I—”

  “You were doing the right thing. You knew one of your fellow interns was involved in something unethical and you brought it to my attention. I repeat, you did the right thing.”

  There was something in his gentle and understanding tone that pushed her to the edge. There were so many emotions she was trying to deal with. The issue with Terrence was just one of her problems. But beside all that, her feelings for the gorgeous doctor was another issue all together. She’d always been pretty level-headed when it came to men, but she felt way out of her league with Lucien De Winter, mainly because she knew she’d fallen in love with him the moment she’d set eyes on him. She was too old to consider it merely a schoolgirl crush. She’d stop thinking of it in those terms months ago. She was experiencing the wants, desires and needs of a woman with the man she loved.

  Now there was no telling what would happen. Once word got out she was the snitch, the hospital would probably have to send her away to downplay all the negative publicity. That meant she wouldn’t see Lucien ever again. She would leave without his having a clue how she felt about him. But what did it matter? she asked herself. Her feelings weren’t reciprocated.