Dr. Ohhh: Dr. Ohhh, #1

By Layla Valentine and Ana Sparks

She's never had an O

Well, now the doctor is in

And this time it's a house call

I'm gonna bring the medicine,

And it's sweeter than a spoonful of sugar

Asher's the name, but my clients don't know that.

They call me Dr. O.

Qualified MD,

And certified stud.

I was told she needed my help

And she got under my skin

I'm gonna make her my number one priority

A passion project, if you will

I'm gonna make her see stars

Even if it means doing it pro bono…

 

This is the first book in the Dr. Ohhh series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: Apr 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201727536

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DR. OHHH

Book One

LAYLA VALENTINE

ANA SPARKS

Copyright © 2022 by Layla Valentine

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CONTENTS

1. Jessica

2. Asher

3. Jessica

4. Jessica

5. Jessica

6. Asher

7. Asher

CHAPTER 1

JESSICA

Iheard giggles and smiled, relaxing further into the porch swing. It was the first time in what felt like ages that I’d heard women gossiping and I hadn’t had to go over and talk to them about cosmetics.

Being the vice president of a small beauty products company meant I was often the one who had to do all the face-to-face work to earn new clients. Not that I disliked my job—far from it—but sometimes it could be draining. It felt like a rare treat to be around people because I enjoyed their company and not because I was trying to get them to invest in BeYoutyful Cosmetics.

No, today I was hearing giggles because the bride and all of my fellow bridesmaids were slightly tipsy after several bottles of wine. A weekend retreat to a cabin on Lake Erie hadn’t sounded like the most exciting of bachelorette parties, but it was what Mary had wanted. So, I had booked the trip for us, as my maid of honor duty.

It had been a bit of a drive, and the girls who didn’t live in Pennsylvania had had to fly in, but it had all been worth it for the relaxed, happy look on Mary’s face as we went hiking, swam in the lake, and relaxed in the sun. I had done my best to support my friend, but I knew how this whole wedding business had been taking a toll on Mary.

Personally, if I got married—when, I forcibly reminded myself—I was going to make it a much smaller, less stressful affair.

The laughter and the women, eight of them including Mary, spilled out onto the porch of the cabin. She’d insisted on an even number of bridesmaids—something about symmetry—and though I was indifferent about the numbers, I was glad of a slightly larger group. It meant that there were times that I could slip away and snatch a moment alone to breathe.

Now, however, it seemed that the party had come to me.

Never have I ever, Jessica! Mary said, her cheeks flushed.

She flopped down almost on top of me, so I playfully shoved her to the side.

Really?

I looked around at all the other bridesmaids, none of whom looked like they were joking despite all being bright-eyed and pink-cheeked from alcohol.

Are we in high school?

Pshh, it’ll be fun, Lanie slurred.

Lanie had always been a lightweight. She pushed her dark hair out of her face and pointed at me.

Your eyes are like the lake. She paused. Because they’re blue.

I laughed. You, darling, are drunk.

Just tipsy, Lanie said happily, falling and landing with her head conveniently on the lap of Jane, Mary’s roommate from college.

Jane looked torn between shoving Lanie off and petting her like a cat.

You’d know all about high school, Amanita declared. She was the only other bridesmaid, besides me, that had known Mary since we were kids. We’d all gone to high school together. The others—Lanie, Jane, Tessa, Jacki and Elian—were all women that Mary had worked with or met in college.

Mary was the kind of girl who made friends easily, unlike me. I’m usually the girl at the party who’s just sitting there, nursing a beer and watching everyone. I like to observe. It’s helped me in my job a lot, actually, because thanks to all that observing, I’m good at knowing how people behave, what they want, and how to talk to them.

Jane had settled for petting Lanie, running her fingers gently over her hair. Lanie was another college friend of ours. Mary and I had ended up both going to NYU, determined to soak up the bright lights of the city. Lanie had been my roommate, and Jane had been Mary’s.

We would traipse around the city until the wee hours, going to see shows, checking out bands, and finding new hole-in-the-wall places to eat. It had been tons of fun, and honestly, most of my best memories are from those four years, even if Mary and I did end up coming right back to our home town of Pittsburgh when all was said and done.

And though Mary, Lanie and Jane had often ended up bringing people home, or going to someone else’s place, while I’d always found myself going home by myself…it didn’t matter.

Really, it didn’t.

Tessa, Jacki, and Elian, were all Mary’s coworkers. I didn’t know them quite as well, but they all seemed like great girls. So far, we had all been having fun, and they’d been on top of helping me out in my maid of honor duties.

Now, though, I was starting to regret stocking up so much alcohol, if it made them want to play games like Never Have I Ever.

I’ll start!