“Could it be stress?” Dr. Drake asked, going around his table and settling on his seat. “Maybe you're just stressed and it's taking its toll on you?”
“I don't know,” I said with a sigh. “I just feel dizzy and out of it. And sometimes I get this banging headache.”
“Hmm.” He smiled and made a show of going through some files on his table. “Is there a chance you're pregnant?”
“Wh-what?!” I was gobsmacked. Dr. Drake had a sneaky smile and expertly avoided my gaze.
“You’re having s*x, ain't you?” He continued with his pretty sensitive questions. Still avoiding my gaze. Still with that smile. It looked like he damn well was trying to leave me a flustered mess.
And God, it was working.
“I…I…don't need to answer that.”
He laughed, finally looking at me. “Why not? It's a harmless question
