The Surgeon's Sacred Flower Trap - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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"It's beautiful," Ethan Holloway murmured, his voice thick with something primal.
"What?" My words came out shaky, barely above a whisper.
"See for yourself."
In one fluid motion, he moved to the foot of the bed and yanked back the curtain covering the wall, exposing a full-length mirror.
The reflection hit me like a punch to the gut.
There I was - cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes glazed with desire. My clothes were in disarray, my legs splayed open shamelessly, toes curling against the sheets. The most private part of me glistened obscenely in the light.
Undeniably... wanton.
"See? Rosy and blooming like a perfect flower." Ethan's voice had dropped an octave, rough with barely restrained hunger.
My stomach did a flip when I realized he wasn't looking at me - but at my reflection, studying my most intimate details with clinical fascination.
With a jolt of awareness, I snapped my thighs together, face burning.
Only then did Ethan drag his gaze away. "It's a Sacred Flower," he said matter-of-factly. "I wouldn't recommend surgery even if you paid me."
My frazzled brain latched onto his professional integrity before processing the actual term. "Sacred Flower?"
"The kind that drives men wild with just a taste."
My face could've powered a small city. "Th-that's impossible..."
Ethan cocked his head. "You've been with your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"And he never complimented you?"
"I... I thought it was ugly. We always kept the lights off. Never let him look."
Understanding flashed across his features. "Even blindfolded, any man would recognize your... special qualities physically."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Think. Was he insatiable? Did he always try to stay inside you afterward?"
The memories came flooding back - his desperate grip, the way he'd groan my name like a prayer. "Actually... yes. He did say I was incredible."
"Exactly." Ethan's nod was triumphant.
I gaped at him. "Doctor... you're telling me I'm actually...?"
"Rest first," he deflected smoothly. "We'll confirm with another exam. But if I'm right?" He gave a definitive shake of his head. "No surgeon should touch perfection."
I nodded dumbly as he exited, the curtain swishing shut behind him with finality.
Grabbing tissues, I cleaned up with trembling hands before rejoining him.
The water glass from earlier sat half-full. Suddenly parched, I downed it in one gulp.
"More?"
"No, I'm good."
"Remember - you're chasing an impossible standard. Nature made you flawless." His reassurance warmed me more than the water.
"Thank you," I murmured, meaning it.
As we chatted, my nerves gradually settled. When he gestured to the exam table, I moved automatically - until he produced a black silk eye mask.
"Would this help you relax?"
After the mirror incident? "God, yes." I practically snatched it from his hands.
"What?" My words came out shaky, barely above a whisper.
"See for yourself."
In one fluid motion, he moved to the foot of the bed and yanked back the curtain covering the wall, exposing a full-length mirror.
The reflection hit me like a punch to the gut.
There I was - cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes glazed with desire. My clothes were in disarray, my legs splayed open shamelessly, toes curling against the sheets. The most private part of me glistened obscenely in the light.
Undeniably... wanton.
"See? Rosy and blooming like a perfect flower." Ethan's voice had dropped an octave, rough with barely restrained hunger.
My stomach did a flip when I realized he wasn't looking at me - but at my reflection, studying my most intimate details with clinical fascination.
With a jolt of awareness, I snapped my thighs together, face burning.
Only then did Ethan drag his gaze away. "It's a Sacred Flower," he said matter-of-factly. "I wouldn't recommend surgery even if you paid me."
My frazzled brain latched onto his professional integrity before processing the actual term. "Sacred Flower?"
"The kind that drives men wild with just a taste."
My face could've powered a small city. "Th-that's impossible..."
Ethan cocked his head. "You've been with your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"And he never complimented you?"
"I... I thought it was ugly. We always kept the lights off. Never let him look."
Understanding flashed across his features. "Even blindfolded, any man would recognize your... special qualities physically."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Think. Was he insatiable? Did he always try to stay inside you afterward?"
The memories came flooding back - his desperate grip, the way he'd groan my name like a prayer. "Actually... yes. He did say I was incredible."
"Exactly." Ethan's nod was triumphant.
I gaped at him. "Doctor... you're telling me I'm actually...?"
"Rest first," he deflected smoothly. "We'll confirm with another exam. But if I'm right?" He gave a definitive shake of his head. "No surgeon should touch perfection."
I nodded dumbly as he exited, the curtain swishing shut behind him with finality.
Grabbing tissues, I cleaned up with trembling hands before rejoining him.
The water glass from earlier sat half-full. Suddenly parched, I downed it in one gulp.
"More?"
"No, I'm good."
"Remember - you're chasing an impossible standard. Nature made you flawless." His reassurance warmed me more than the water.
"Thank you," I murmured, meaning it.
As we chatted, my nerves gradually settled. When he gestured to the exam table, I moved automatically - until he produced a black silk eye mask.
"Would this help you relax?"
After the mirror incident? "God, yes." I practically snatched it from his hands.
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