Her Doctor Daddy by Shelly Douglas

the dumb-ass rounds?”
    “Because I’m watching the monitors tonight. Now get the hell out of here before we get into trouble with the boss.”
    Bob looked around the security room. “Shit, where’d I put my utility belt?”
    Dick stared back at him in disbelief. “You’re wearing it, ass wipe.”
    Bob reached down and patted his waist. “Thanks, dickhead.”
    Putting his feet up on the desk, Dick watched as his partner walked down the artery that led toward the main wing of the hospital.
    That Bob’s a strange one. I have to wonder if he’s really that stupid, or if it’s all an act.
    Dick swiveled around and picked up a Styrofoam cup as he reached for the glass coffeepot. It was going to be another long, boring night. Turning his attention back to the bank of screens that canvassed most of the main sections of the hospital, he focused on the one that had a view inside the ER area. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d get a glimpse of that little blond pixie. She sure was smoking hot!
    He remembered noticing her when she first started working at the hospital. It was fun to watch her nervous bright blue eyes dart up when it occurred to her that someone mysteriously appeared in the window. He had so much fun startling her that he did it a few more times that night. Of course, now that she knew who he was, he’d have to watch her in private. Bending closer to the screen, Dick squinted at the CRT.
    Wait! There she is coming out of the ER, dressed in that cute little uniform. Oh, God… would I like a piece of that tight ass!
    Without even realizing it, he’d reached down into his pants and begun massaging his half-hardened shaft.
    Yes, indeed. Her upturned little rear end fills out the back of her pants perfectly.
    With eyes closed, his fantasies took over his consciousness, and just as he became hard as a rock, his concentration was broken by the noise of someone turning the doorknob. Fumbling to remove his hand from his pants, he almost fell out of his chair.
    “What the hell are you doing, Dick?” Bob asked, snickering. “Did I catch you in an intimate moment with yourself?”
    “Shut the fuck up, and where in the hell have you been?” Dick hollered, pointing to his watch.
    “Aww, you were worried about me, isn’t that sweet? But me thinks you were concentrating a little harder on someone else right now,” Bob said sarcastically, pointing to the monitor as Lexi returned to the ER area.
    “I asked you a question, moron. Where were you?”
    “I decided to take an extra look around the parking lot tonight. Isn’t that where someone frightened your little missy ?”
    “It doesn’t take that long to make rounds.” Dick stood up and took a closer look at his partner’s eyes. “Hey, wait a second, your eyes look awfully bloodshot.”
    “So what?” Bob countered. “It’s late and I’m tired.”
    “Tired, my ass—you were smoking a doobie out there. Jesus, I can smell it on you, too.”
    Lifting the shirt to his nose, Bob snorted. “It doesn’t smell, and I’m genuinely hurt that you would actually suspect me of such an illegal act,” Bob joked, raising his arms in protest.
    “I should write your ass up, you prick.”
    “Go ahead, dickhead. You act like you’re Mr. Perfect,” Bob defied in a snarky tone. “Don’t you think I’ve watched you make rounds?”
    “What in the hell are you talking about? I do my job the way I’m supposed to.”
    “Does that include standing in the doorway of a patient’s room to watch them sleep? And I find it very interesting how they’re usually young, attractive women. You must think I either nap or pound my meat when I’m behind the desk. Unlike you, I actually pay attention to the monitors.”
    “I’m just doing my job,” Dick protested.
    “The way I see it, we can either take this dispute to Mr. Bozar, or just forget about all our little indiscretions.”
    Dick raised an eyebrow, eyeing his partner to assess his seriousness. “Impressive,” he