Dr. Feelgood (20 page)

“You weren’t thinking of pleasing me when you let him inside of my pussy. That is my pussy, Star. I can’t believe you let him do that. We talked about you only sucking him off, that’s it.”

With his deflated member hanging soft and low, Makkai made his way to his pile of clothes and stepped into his sweatpants. “You know what, I’m just going to get dressed and head out.”

I crossed my arms. “You do that.”

Star leaned toward me. “Baby, I love you. I would never want to hurt you.” She looked back at him, and then at me, and then back at him again. “Makkai, we can finish. Georgia, I can watch him fuck you if you want. Makkai don’t leave. Besides, you’ve had too much to drink to be driving so soon.”

“Yes, Makkai leave.” I cut my eyes and stayed focused on her. “Star, you lied to me. You got caught up and you broke the rules.”

Star spoke as though confused, “Why is it that you’re the only one who gets to enjoy the dick, Georgia?”

“Because you told me you don’t enjoy it. You said it disgusted you before. And now you say it felt good. Screw you, Star.”

Makkai cleared his throat but I still ignored him.

Star’s arms reached my way. “Come here.”

I retreated. “Get your hands off me.”

“Georgia, stop.” Her eyes were begging me.

“Star, you really were feeling him, huh? Acting all giddy and shit. Fuck it. Just put on your clothes and let’s go.” I jumped to my feet and wrapped a half-damp towel around me.

“Georgia, you’re ruining this night we planned for Makkai.”

I looked over at him as he put on his watch. “You’re not gone yet?” I turned my back and heard his keys dangle. I saw a torn black package from a Magnum-ribbed on the floor lying next to an open box. “And take your condoms with you.”

Makkai’s voice jabbed my earlobes. “You can have them. Put it on your strap-on. Goodbye.”

I heard the door slam. “I can’t believe you, Star.”

She walked up behind me, rubbing her still-naked self against my butt. “Georgia, I’m sorry.” She damn near purred.

I jerked. “Get you damn hands off of me.”

She turned me to face her. Her arms took over my waist. I found myself crying on her chest while she held me like I was a child. She soothed my forehead with her hand and brushed my hair back. She looked down at me and rubbed away my single falling tear.

My eyes burned as I shut them. I squeezed her tight. “I love you too, Star.”

D
on’t say I love you. No anal sex. No threesomes.

My weakness … women. I should have known better as soon as Georgia sent me that email, forwarding sexy Stardust’s photo. I should have known then there was going to be trouble.

Okay, so I broke one of the three cardinal rules. Or should I say I broke one of my father’s cardinal rules. I guess he was right for once … more than two in the bed is nothing but trouble. Jealous women will be jealous women no matter if they’re straight or gay. That’s the last time I bring more than one woman into my bedroom. I am done.

I know that much in spite of the hangover beast that was repeatedly banging me upside the head with a billy club. All I could feel was the intermittent pain and throbbing of what champagne can do to me, even Cristal. The oddness lived in my system. In lieu of that, my black Aviator lenses shielded my blood-stung eyes from the world.

“Excuse me, Dr. Worthy, there’s a call for you.

Line two,” the young swing-shift bed nurse told me as I stood near her desk at the beginning of my shift. I removed my shades and began to pick up the receiver.

I asked the nurse, “Who is it?” I popped four ibuprofen and swigged from a bottle of Evian.

“Beats me. Some man,” she said as she walked away.

“Dr. Worthy here.”

“Hey, son. How are you?”

“Dad?”

“Your one and only.”

Just stop the world and let me off. “Hey, Dad. I’m fine. What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean what’s up? Does there have to be something up for me to call my son?”

I flipped open a chart. “You know what? I have a patient to check on in a few minutes. I’m going to have to go.”

“Aren’t you even gonna offer to call me back?”

“I’m just really busy.”

“I was never too busy to call my father when he was alive.”

“Dad, I think I stay in touch just fine.”

“You do, huh? I know you’re a big-time doctor and all, and I’m real proud of you for that; but you just never know if this could be our last conversation, and too many years have gone by for you to sound like you do.”

He always gave me the what-if-I-die guilt trip.

“I’m not trying to sound distant, but I’m at work, Dad.”

“I get that.”

“And by the way, it takes two to stay in touch. I haven’t heard from you in years.”

“Well, I made the move to call you this time. It’s not like I have your cell number. I have to call the main number at that hospital to have them find my own son.”

“I sent all of that to you, including my home number, when I mailed a birthday card a few months ago, and the Christmas card before that. And to be honest with you, I enclosed a one-thousand-dollar check that you never even called to thank me for. But, I did notice that you cashed it.”

“Oh, I thought you didn’t have any time to talk. How long have you wanted to say that? Looks like you sure have time to get on my case. I’ve never asked you for money. And that’s not why I’m calling now.”

“Really though, I’ve got to get going. I’ll try to call you back.”

“Son, what I need you to do is head this way for the Worthy family reunion here in Wildwood in August. Actually, it’ll be in Orlando. Everyone will be here. Your cousins put a lot of work into this, and they asked me to get in touch with you. Everyone’s proud of you and would like to see you. Will you take some time and come on out?”

“I’ll try, Dad. Send me the information. Do you have access to email?”

“Boy, even after all these years, you know me better than that. Nothing beats picking up the phone and talking. All of that email stuff just keeps people from talking spontaneously. Whatever happened to the good-old days?”

“Well, ask someone to send me the info to
[email protected].”
He was silent. “Dad, did you get that?”

“Hold on, now.”

“I have to go.
[email protected].
I’ll get back to you. Now, goodbye.”

“Oh, okay, fine. I love you, Mr. Doctor, son. Never forget that.”

“I love you, too, Dad. Goodbye.”

The nurse on duty walked over as I hung up the phone. “What’s wrong with you? I haven’t seen you frown like that since we had our last flat-lined patient.”

“Just a voice that gets to me. Family stuff.”

“Who?” Nurse Mary Jane asked.

“My dad.”

“Your dad? I’ve never heard you talk about him. Where does he live?” She flipped through the patients’ files, taking some out, replacing others.

“In Florida. He was telling me about our family reunion coming up.”

“Are you going?”

“I’m thinking about it. If I can work it in, I probably will.”

She looked up at me. “Take it from someone whose parents are dead. No matter what, make time for family at any cost. The bloodlines you share are what life is all about.”

“I’ve got my mom here. She’s who I make time for because she made time for me.” I signed a prescription and initialed a lab slip.

“I don’t know what the issues are, but life is short. Better to forgive a living parent than wish
you’d forgiven them once they pass away.” She resumed her filing.

I watched her work. “Okay, Nurse. You know you need to transfer into the psychology department, right?”

“Just life experiences, not schooling.”

I smiled her way. “I hear you. So wise to be so young. Hey, what are you doing later on?” I asked, almost wondering if I already knew the answer.

“Nothing.”

“Got time a little later on for a man whose frown you helped chase away?”

“I suppose so.”

I couldn’t believe she replied like that so easily. Especially after my speech about my fears that people at work will know about us. And here I was standing like I could suddenly give a damn. “See you around midnight?”

She whispered discreetly, “I’ll be home.” This time, she ended up being the one looking around to make sure no one was within earshot.

Another nurse walked up and handed me a chart. “Dr. Worthy, your valvuloplasty patient in 2508 is refusing to take his meds. He’s telling me you told him he didn’t have to.”

“I’ll go take care of it,” Mary Jane offered.

The nurse added, “Doctor, you also have a family waiting for you to go over the CT scan results. They’re in the ER waiting room.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

Nurse Mary Jane asked, “Do you want me to see about the patient with the meds?”

“No, I’ve got it. But, thanks.”

“No problem.”

Damn, that woman must be trying to get me to let my guard down. And she’s doing a good job. It didn’t help that I caught a glimpse of her from the back as she walked away, making that baby blue and pink nurses uniform look like a sexy jumpsuit. Her figure eight was definitely showing.

As Mary Jane turned the corner I heard, “Hi, Dr. Feelgood,” in a drawn-out tone. It was Dr. Lois Taylor walking side-by-side with another female doctor.

“Dr. Worthy,” I responded.

They both giggled like children and talked amongst themselves, turning their backs as I headed toward my patient’s room. Grown women can be so damn silly, especially when one is the head of three departments. But, hell, I guess being that I think with my dick most times makes me one to talk. My bad.

M
akkai will be by soon. I walked around, straightening and cleaning up my small, earth-toned apartment, cleaning glass tables, vacuuming, scrubbing sinks and toilets, selecting just the right lavender incense, just the right amount of light, just the right scented candles, just the right sexy black skirt and top combination.

It has been a long time since we’ve seen each other outside of work. I really miss getting ready for him. Can’t believe I agreed to let him come over. Oh, well. Makkai is simply irresistible. I’d never anticipated a man’s arrival like I anticipate his, ever. I never would have thought I’d let a man come by so late simply to accommodate his schedule. But, for some reason, I don’t care what time it is.

Overall, I realized that spending time with Makkai is nice, and easygoing, and pretty much drama free, unlike with some men. For the most part, he doesn’t disagree with me when we talk, he doesn’t toss his one-sided opinions my way and
judge me for mine, he doesn’t criticize me or tell me what I need to do, he asks about my brothers and my niece as if he really cares, and he makes me laugh. That’s worth its weight in gold. I accept this arrangement, and he hasn’t given me the impression that anything other than spending time at my house every now and then is part of the deal. He doesn’t ask me who I hang with, and I don’t ask him. He hasn’t given me the impression that I’m his girlfriend, and I haven’t given him the impression that I want to be. Though I do want to settle down and have kids. I’ll reassess this situation if and when I meet someone who’s my Mr. Right. But, for now, I’m enjoying a man who can make me feel good in every way, whether I’m in his arms, or just sitting next to him, or when he’s inside of me. This is new for me and I’m going to enjoy it.

His hands were full.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to,” I told Makkai as he walked in with a round vase full of short stemmed, baby pink roses. He hadn’t done that before.

“I wanted to. That’s for the little pep talk you gave me earlier today. I really appreciated it.” He placed them on the mantel over my fireplace.

“Anyone would have done the same thing if they noticed the look on your face.”

“Most probably wouldn’t have noticed, that’s just the point.”

“Well, thanks. They are absolutely beautiful.” I gave him a soft peck on the lips.

He looked around. “Your place looks great as usual. I love the candles burning in the fireplace.”

“I got that from O magazine.”

“That Oprah knows everything, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, she does. Listen, can I get you anything?”

“What do you have?”

“Your usual, rum and Coke, or do you want to try something new?”

“Like what?”

“I have this butterscotch apple martini I can make?”

“What are you having?”

“I’m down for trying something new.”

“Then I’ll join you. Make it two,” he said, taking a seat on the sofa, pointing the remote toward the TV screen.

I spoke from the kitchen. “Okay. And watch whatever you’d like. I know you don’t watch much TV, but I’m sure your ‘Law & Order’ show is on some channel.” I took down my martini glasses and squeezed butterscotch onto the insides in a swirling motion.

“Oh, you’re right. It’s on right now.”

I gave a quick chuckle. “So did you ever get the guy to take his meds?”

“Sure did. I had to promise him he’d get a date with you, though.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No, really. I told him you offered to come in but I decided to see to him myself.”

“No you didn’t.” I poured the chilled apple martini blend to the rim.

“He said he’d take the pills if you brought them to him next time. Said you were a fox.”

“That guy did not say that.”

“He did. Can you blame him?”

“Please, people don’t even notice me. My name should just be Jane instead of Mary Jane. I should just replace the Mary with Plain. Plain Jane Cherry.”

“I’ll tell you, you’re gorgeous inside and out, and it doesn’t hurt that you’ve got the best shape I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what mirror you’re looking in.”

He took the drink I carefully handed him along with a paper napkin. “Here you go, charmer.”

“Thanks. Looks good.”

“Okay, so, enough with your exaggerated compliments. You’re going to get some anyway, so you don’t need to go there.” I tilted my head and winked.

“Believe me, woman, my compliments are real.”

“Well, thanks.” I headed back to the kitchen to get my drink.