[ Author's Note: I hate being given a word limit especially under 1,000 words but here's a start to a scene I've been wanting to write for my third novel. Exactly 350 words which was the max for this assignment ]
Heart pounding, a queasiness in her stomach and a huge lump in her throat, Amy shifted in her seat for what seemed like the thousandth time since she set foot in Dr. Pierson's office.
A loud whirr and screech sounded off in the distance.
Shit! The drill.
She winced, a dull throbbing starting in her gums.
As if the smell of this place wasn't bad enough, that nasty antiseptic smell and. . .something else. What was that? Well, whatever it was left a queasiness in her stomach. Now she had sound effects to go with it? Hell no. She gnawed at her plump bottom lip, one long leg bouncing up and down over the other.
I can't do this.
Lowering her foot the floor, she turned to Christian with pleading eyes. “Can't we just go?”
Without so much as lifting his gaze from the Entertainment Weekly he was reading, he heaved a deep and rather frustrated sigh. “No, we cannot.”
“Please?”
Ever so slowly, he closed his magazine and looked up, not looking at her but staring straight ahead at the adjacent wall. “Amy. . .”
A single beat of silence passed between them.
Then, at last, he turned his head, meeting her doe hazel eyes, his handsome and rugged face devoid of expression. “I believe we had this conversation.”
She scowled, swallowing at his cool and measured tone, vexation darkening his deep brown eyes. “I know, but–”
He lifted a finger, averting his gaze right back to that wall, “no buts, young lady. You are getting that tooth taken care of once and for all.” He looked back at her, his gaze softening, “Dominic is the best oral surgeon in the state, and you will allow him to do his job. Or would you rather live with the pain?” Damn. He had her there. She looked down at the arm of the chair, her shoulder-length brown hair falling into her face. Gently, she shook her head.
“That's what I thought. All he's going to do is take a look, possibly some X-Rays. It'll be over before you know it.”
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Her jaw just about hit the floor, her heart pounding a mile a minute, a familiar throbbing starting in her nether region as she laid eyes on the ruggedly handsome stranger that stood before her. He had such kind and piercing blue eyes, straight sandy brown hair, and a set of laugh lines within the sexy stubble that peppered his strong jaw. If it weren't for his boyish smile that revealed a set of bright white and utterly perfect teeth, she probably wouldn't have known they were even there.
This was Dom? Thee Dom? The dentist? The one Christian couldn't stop talking about who also indulged in the art of BDSM? Sweet baby Jesus.
Her gaze wandered downward and while she couldn't see much under his lab coat -- which, she had to admit, he looked sexy as hell in -- he had to have a damn good body hiding under that crisp light blue button-down shirt and those black pants, maybe even some washboard abs with a nice six-pack. Damn, if only she could take a peek.
No, bad! Bad, bad, bad, Amy! Stop looking. You're taken.
"And you must be Amy." His smooth, husky voice was like music to her ears.
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