“Mr. Vix? I’m Dr. Wilcox.”

Dyson nodded. “Good to meet ya, Doc.”

Dr. Wilcox closed Dyson’s folder and patted it with his hand.

“Now that we’re done with your vital signs, blood work and the like, we just need to conduct a brief physical exam, and we’ll get you on your way. I know you’ve got to get back to the track.”

“All right,” Dyson replied.

“Would you like to do the exam one-on-one?” Dr. Wilcox said. “You know, have some privacy?”

Dyson shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter to me. Everyone can stay. I don’t care.”

Dr. Wilcox was the consummate professional, always putting the needs and comfort of his patients above everything else. Satisfied Dyson was ready to proceed, he nodded, “Okay then, we’ll have you disrobe first and then come back over to the exam table.”

Without wasting a second, Dyson dropped the gown to his feet.

Still holding the urine sample in my hand, I stared in slack-jawed awe. There was no getting around it. I leered at the man. While he hadn’t yet noticed me, the women did.

“Hey! Girl!” one of them growled at me in a thick European accent.

Dyson and Dr. Wilcox turned towards me.

“Is everything all right, Ava?” Dr. Wilcox asked.

Ignoring the girl, I nodded, refocused on the task at hand, and walked in the direction of Dr. Wilcox to assist with the examination. Picking up Dyson’s folder from the exam table, I opened it and readied myself to take notes for Dr. Wilcox, refusing to look at Dyson.

After all, one look was all I needed to know he was physical perfection. Lean, muscular, not to mention the most well-endowed man I’d ever seen.

This exam couldn’t get over fast enough.

DYSON

I leaned back, straightening my arms and bracing myself with my palms on the exam table. Dr. Wilcox started the physical, explaining what I should expect. After that, we chatted casually.

“Are you satisfied with how the season is going so far?” he asked, as he poked and prodded me with some damn cold fingers.

“Yeah, I guess it’s going okay. Things could always be better. But we’ve got a good car. I’m betting that being back in the States for a while is going to be just what we need.”

“Mmm hmm,” The doctor muttered. “I take it you’re talking about Gunter?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

“Yes,” Dr. Wilcox replied. “He’s got a sizeable lead in the points race at the moment, doesn’t he? Great driver.”

“Uh huh,” I muttered.

Personally, I thought Gunter was the biggest asshole I ever raced against. I didn’t like the sonofabitch one bit, and if it was the last thing I did, I was going to take him down a peg or two. But before I could say anything, Dr. Wilcox spoke up again.

“When was the last time Formula One came to the U.S.?”

“Hmmm,” I began, not sure of the answer myself. “Been a few years, at least.”

“Uh huh,” Dr. Wilcox mumbled. “Raise both arms for me.”

I did as he said.

He continued, “You know, when Dr. Luca and I were in medical school together, he was obsessed with racing. It was all he ever talked about.”

“I believe that. We’re lucky to have him. Great doctor.”

Just then, Dr. Wilcox leaned away, turning towards Ava and gesturing for her to pass my chart. She still hadn’t looked at me since I took the gown off. I studied her for a minute as they talked.

Anastasia and Svetlana seemed predictably pissed. They could be major pains in the ass, like most Grid Girls. But I didn’t mind their company.

Great lays.

Anyway, I was just having a little fun with Ava. My version of it anyway. She was a pretty woman, no question about it. A natural beauty. She had her hair pulled back. It looked to be deep red in color. Green eyes, great rack.

I could get used to being a patient here.

“Dyson,” Dr. Wilcox began. “We’re all done here. You’re free to get dressed. We’ll have the results of your labs later today.”

“Okay. Sounds good.”

With that, I slid to the edge of the exam table and pushed myself off it. I caught Ava sneaking a peek again. I smiled, thinking I couldn’t have asked for a better start to the day.

Just when I started to get dressed, Dr. Wilcox spoke.

“Dyson, I’m happy to help out the team while it’s here in Austin, but as far as the rest of the races here in the U.S., my hands are tied. I just can’t leave my practice and go on the road for an extended period of time.”

I yanked my jeans up and started to button them.

Shrugging, I replied, “They just pay me to drive the car, Doc. The rest of that stuff isn’t my problem.”

He nodded. “Of course. Any idea what the status of Dr. Luca’s passport is?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Okay, well, hopefully it gets resolved soon. All right, enough of that. Ava and I will leave you for now.”

I smiled and nodded at him. “Appreciate it. So, we’ll see you at the track later?”

Dr. Wilcox shook his head. “Actually, no. I’m not going to be able to make it today.”

He turned and looked at Ava. “Which reminds me… That’s what I wanted to talk to you about when I came in a few minutes ago.”

She looked at him in confusion. “Sir?”

“The results for Mr. Vix and his teammate, Mr. Rhys. I’ll need you to take those to the track for me later today.”

“Oh. Yes, sir,” she replied, nodding. “Not a problem.”

With that, Dr. Wilcox slid his pen inside of his coat and extended his hand towards me. “Pleasure to meet you, Dyson. Good luck in Austin this week.”

I shook his hand in return. “Thanks Doc, appreciate it.”

An awkward smile came to Ava’s lips as she looked at me.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Vix.”

Like Dr. Wilcox moments before, Ava straightened her hand, expecting me to shake it.

“What? No hug?”

That one got her. A genuine smile at last came to her full, pink lips.

“Maybe another time,” she said.

I took her hand in mine and wrapped my fingers around it, holding her for an extra second or two. Her skin was soft, delicate.

“I’ll hold you to that,” I said.

Ava’s smile vanished from her face. I let go of her hand. Without another word, she walked towards the door where Dr. Wilcox stood, holding it open for her. Not one second after they exited, Svetlana and Anastasia shot to their feet and stormed in my direction.

“You like that girl?” Anastasia snarled.

Svetlana remained silent, crossing her arms and nodding in agreement with Anastasia. I chuckled and shook my head, turning away from them and reaching for my shirt.

“You know the rules,” I said, pulling it over my head. “If you guys don’t like it, there’s the door.”

Now that I called their bluff, the girls glanced at each other for a second. In the next, Svetlana walked right up to me, placing her palm against my stomach. She leaned in and began to kiss my neck. Anastasia followed. Within seconds, she pressed her lips against mine and snaked her fingers inside of my jeans, beneath my underwear and finished by wrapping them around my dick.

I indulged them for a bit, relaxing and savoring the moment. After all, I had a lot of work to do this week. There was nothing wrong with blowing off a little steam. As a matter of fact, the more they began to grind on me, the surer I was now was as good a time as any to take the edge off.

I returned Anastasia’s kiss with aggression. Within seconds, Svetlana unfastened my jeans and I felt the cool air of the exam room against my cock once again.

AVA

Was he for real?

What. A. Jerk.

I cursed myself for running late that morning and not being the one who checked him in at the front desk. If I had, I never would have gone in there. Walking towards the nurse’s station, I chewed my lip while following behind Dr. Wilcox.