I hate the dentist’s. And if that wasn’t bad enough, today is my first appointment with a new dentist, a male dentist.

”Move it asshole!” I screamed when the guy in front of me did not hit the gas the second the light turned green.

He hit the gas and went forward through the intersection and I turned into the parking lot of my new dentist’s office. I easily found a spot and parked my Porsche. I put the top up and then exited the car.

I slid my sunglasses off and into my purse as I shut my door and locked it before I walked to the sliding doors of the building and entered. I sighed and walked over to the board that listed the doctors and their rooms.

Dr. Spencer Carlin… Room 722

I moved to the elevators and pressed the up arrow. Immediately, the doors to the elevator opened and I got on, quickly pressed the button for the seventh floor.

The doors of the elevator shut and I was carried to my floor. I exited and followed the signs to Dr. Carlin’s office.

I opened the door and found myself in an empty waiting room. I walked over to the desk and hit the little bell.

A beautiful, young blonde woman entered the office area through a back door and gave me a smile, “Hello, you must be Miss Davies.” She walked over and extended her hand, “I’m Dr. Carlin, but you can call me Spencer if you prefer.”

I accepted her hand with a smile and shook it, “Yes I am and please, call me Ashley.” My mood was suddenly must brighter.

”Alright Ashley,” she took her hand back and reached down out of my view and produced a clipboard with some papers, “I need you to please fill out these forms before we can begin.”

I accepted them and turned and walked over to a seat and sat down and set to work.

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It wasn’t long after I began the paperwork that I was reminded of the fact that I was at the dentist’s and my mood turned sour.

Even when Spencer had her hands on my face and her face was very close to mine, and I knew we were the only two people in the entire office, the cold, metal objects she kept using reminded of where I was. Although, I will admit to getting lost in her eyes a few times.