Secret Affections: The Sensual Treatments Series

By Lisa Bonham

My needs.

Your desires.

THE CLOCK IS TICKING.

I know how to manage women like you. It's easy for me. You are a beautiful young cherub waiting to be commanded.

Time will run out and small useless delays will fade. RAPIDLY.

My plan has been flawless from day one.

All loose ends will vanish.

My ultimate life is close

You'll enjoy every moment I whisper my thoughts in your ear and you will OBEY.

THAT global empire will be mine to be shared with my secret love…

Not long now…

THE CLOCK IS TICKING

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Bonham
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215278246

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Chapter 1

Kimberly

How are you feeling today? I asked the same question for the fourth time in a row.

Better, Michael says. I think I’m slowly getting used to this. Michael gives me one of his gorgeous smiles, and it sends a thrill through my body. I try to ignore it. I try to ignore all the thoughts about Michael crowding around in my head. Thoughts about how gorgeous every part of him is, how soft and smooth his skin feels under my fingers every time I examine his body, and how much I would love to touch him for reasons that are completely unrelated to medicine. I’ve tried to completely suppress any unprofessional thoughts toward my patient, but that only made things worse, so now I try to simply ignore them and go on with my life. Sometimes that works. Sometimes it doesn’t, and I’m left feeling hot and uncomfortable, with the most delicious fantasies swirling around in my head. I forced myself to focus on my work and start with this morning’s tests.

You know, the food here doesn’t taste half as bad as I expected hospital food to taste, he says conversationally. When Michael was admitted into the hospital a few days ago, I immediately realized that he had never gone through any of this before, and all the knowledge he has of how hospitals work comes from very inaccurate television series and movies. Still, I decided to take this as proof of a very healthy life up until now. If I’m completely honest, his curiosity and surprise at how little he actually knows is charming in its own way. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of utter relief when I told him he’ll be wearing his own clothes in the hospital, and not a hospital gown. Still, being admitted into the hospital can be a difficult situation for a patient, especially if it’s going to be long term. Michael looks like he’s taking it well, but I know he’s struggling to adapt in some cases. I’m trying to help make this as easy for him as possible, but there’s only so much I can do.

Can you please not do this while I’m running my tests, at least? I ask, moving to close the laptop on his lap. Right now, the biggest problem is, unexpectedly, Michael’s work ethic. The man refuses to take any time off, and has been insistent in working from the hospital. Usually, patients aren’t allowed to bring their work with them, as they need lots of rest to recover, but because of his unusual circumstances, the hospital has allowed him to work half days as long as it doesn’t affect his health.

Just give me a few minutes to finish this section, Michael says, still typing. I let out a pointed, long-suffering sigh, but don’t try to stop him. It won’t help much, and he’ll just be in a bad mood until I’m done with him for the morning. I can’t help but watch his fingers dance over the keys. Those long fingers are steady, fast, and move elegantly, and I can’t help but imagine things besides typing that those gorgeous fingers might be good at. Heat floods my body and I try to think about something else.

By the time Michael is done typing and finally lets me move the laptop away, a substantial part of the morning has already passed. I try my best to finish my tests as quickly as possible without rushing, but I’m only about two-thirds done when visiting hours commence. I’m not at all surprised when there’s a knock on the door, and I see a very elegantly dressed woman in a silk shirt, pants, and high heels hesitating to come in.

Am I interrupting? she asks, her piercing brown eyes filled with concern. She has beautiful blonde hair cut into a long bob, with a few fine streaks of gray that blend nearly perfectly with the rest of her hair. She’s a few years older than me, but she wears her age extremely well.

Of course not, Mrs. Sanders, I say, putting down all my equipment. I’m just running a bit late, but I can come back and finish when visiting hours are over. Susan Sanders. This woman is Michael’s ex-wife, and although I don’t know the reason behind their divorce, I can tell that it didn’t end with too much bad blood. Mrs. Sanders decided to keep her married name, after all, and she arrives every morning and afternoon like clockwork to visit Michael. As I’m about to leave the room and give them privacy, Michael grabs my hand to stop me.

You don’t have to leave, Dr. Myers, he says. We’re almost done, and it’s about time you and Susan meet officially. I try to talk my way out of it, but Michael insists, and so, after a short, proper greeting, I return to finishing my tests and drawing blood samples. It feels a little awkward at first, but aside from asking a question here and there or telling Michael to move or do something for me, I keep out of their conversation. Soon it becomes possible for both Susan Sanders and I to pretend the other isn’t there and my work is finished soon enough. I linger a minute to watch them before I excuse myself. I am a little in awe of their relationship.

Although I can’t see any love between them, there’s so much respect and support that it nearly knocks the breath out of me. I’ve seen a lot in my years as a doctor, but such a strong, caring relationship has always been a bit rare, especially when it comes to divorced couples. Even some of the married pairs I’ve