“In a foul mood” didn’t even begin to describe Flynn’s current state. He had barely gotten any sleep at night and because he had to be home with Alice at night, his paperwork was threatening to bury him.

He had managed to get some light sleep by doing what Doctor Patel had suggested. He lay the baby on his bare chest in only her diaper. She had drifted right off to sleep for a couple of hours. But his sleep was too light to be beneficial to him. He was so afraid he would roll on her. He had done plenty of reading when he discovered he was going to be caring for his newborn niece.

And now, Alice was fussy as she lay in a pack strapped to his chest. The Health and Human Services Department had left a message on his phone that he needed to make arrangements to meet with them, and to top everything off, he still hadn’t found a nanny. Fuck me.

“What you need is another scene with Sally,” Jack said plopping down in the chair in front of his desk.

Flynn sat back and rubbed Alice’s back. It was one of the tricks Doctor Patel, Zansi, had suggested he try. Zansi. He had rubbed himself raw thinking of her.

“Yeah, no, I wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up with Sally. I feel like I could sleep for a week.”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah, stamina is definitely needed with Sally. One of us masters can watch Alice this evening and you can pick whatever scene you want. It will do you good.”

Flynn’s guts churned. He knew what his best friend was saying was true, but somehow it held no appeal for him. At least not when all he could do is picture the beautiful brown skinned woman with hypnotic eyes lying under him while he fucked her, and she screamed his name over and over.

Flynn cleared his throat. “Maybe tomorrow, I think I’m going to call the doctor and see if she can fit Alice in. I can’t shake the feeling that she has a belly ache.”

“Do you want us to take her while you call the doc? The club is empty, and it will give the female masters something to oooh and ahhh about.”

Flynn smiled. He stood and pulled Alice from the pack and handed her to Jack like a tray of hors d’oeuvres.

Jack’s face lit up. “Hey there sweet girl, let’s go see your aunties.”

Flynn sat back down and stared at the phone. It had been a week since he’d barged into the doctor's office demanding to be seen. The next day he had called the doc’s secretary, who was very nice, and set Alice up as a primary patient of Doctor Patel. He had been a bit vague about some things, such as place of work.

He wasn’t the least bit embarrassed about owning Club Bliss, but he now had Alice to think about. He had a feeling in his gut that the Department of Health and Human services had found out about his employment and that’s what they wanted to speak to him about.

Anger swirled in his belly at the thought of anyone trying to take Alice away from him. That was never going to fucking happen.

Flynn picked up the phone and dialed the good doctor’s office. He hadn’t even been aware he was holding his breath until the secretary picked up and he sounded like he’d just finished running a marathon. Jesus Christ. He needed to get a fucking grip, and fast!

***

Tara poked her head in Zansi’s office just as she was about to pop a grape into her mouth.

“Mr. Steele called. He thinks Alice might have a belly ache. The Jones family had to cancel so I put him in that time slot.”

The grape lodged in her throat, and she could feel her eyes grow large. Coughing, the grape finally proceeded along its path to her stomach.

“Everything okay?” Tara asked with concern.

Zansi waved and smiled. “Fine, fine. I didn’t realize how big the grape was.”

Instantly her face began to redden. She didn’t realize how big the grape was? It didn’t matter what was said, Zansi’s mind made it sexual. It was becoming a painful ache that radiated from her pussy to the tips of her fingers. It was like she had a sexual fever. Which wasn’t a thing, was it? She should probably know that.

Zansi stared at the napkin on her desk. The napkin that held the telephone number for the club Simone was obsessed with. When Zansi had gotten home, she had looked up Club Bliss online. There wasn’t anything she could find. That was weird, right?

Well, she thought so and immediately called Simone. She wasn’t happy that it was two in the morning. She had told Zansi that the club was private and only word of mouth.

Was it a cult? Would they make me make a blood vow of secrecy? Zansi put the napkin in her lab coat. Every time she put her white lab coat on, she was proud. When she graduated medical school, her mother had gifted Zansi with a one-of-a-kind creation. The lab coat was like any other white lab coat, but what set it apart was the embroidery that embellished the shoulders, lapel, and arm cuffs. It was bold reds, blue, and yellows that were prominent in her mother’s homeland of India. Her mother had said it was custom for family members to embroider something for their children when they were grown. It could be a dress or a bedspread. Her mother told her how very proud she was that she was able to make her doctor daughter her lab coat that she would wear as she helped thousands of children.

Yeah, every time she put her coat on, Zansi was proud. And it made her miss her mother terribly.

There was no lack of excitement or stress in her day. It had started off quiet enough until an urgent call from the hospital. A baby in the process of being born was under severe distress. They were taking the mother in for a C-section birth, and Zansi needed to be there upon birth to see to the baby.

It turned out to be a true emergency, the cord had wrapped around the baby’s neck at some point and upon being born, wasn’t breathing. In fact, he was a sickly shade of bluish gray.

All Zansi’s medical treatment kicked in and she didn’t stop working on the baby until the whole room heard the loud cry. There wasn’t a dry eye in the operating room. Even the doctor sewing up the mother had tears leaking from his eyes.

She didn’t even know what time it was when she got back to the office. She assumed Tara had canceled her appointments.

Tara got up from her desk and hugged Zansi. She must have looked like she could use a hug. And she did need one. The moment Tara embraced her, the tears she had been holding back came flooding down her face.

“Oh, hey, you’re the hero in this story!” Tara said with tears in her own eyes.

Zansi pulled away and took the tissue Tara held out. I nodded. “I know, it was just too close, you know?” Zansi whispered.

Tara gave a watery smile. “I know, you look like you’ve been through the ringer. But there is one patient that waited to see you. Mr. Steele and Alice have been in the waiting room for about two hours.”

The shock of discovery hit her full force. “Oh, no! I hope Alice isn’t in any distress!”

Zansi took off towards the waiting room. “I’ll take care of it, Tara, thanks!”

She stood in front of the glass door and watched the man she could not get out of her thoughts. He was feeding Alice, and the look of pure love on his face made her inhale sharply.

He must have sensed her there because his head whipped up and their eyes met. A need so strong it took her breath away hit her. Her heart jolted and her pulse pounded. And for a split second, something intense flared through his entrancement. She wasn’t sure how long they stared at each other but the slamming of a door down the hall pulled her out of the spell.

Opening the door, Zansi smiled. “Mr. Steele, I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting. Please follow me and we can have a look at Alice.”

The sex god named Flynn threw the backpack which substituted for a diaper bag over his shoulder and walked into the exam room with Alice.

Zansi had to fight the overwhelming urge to stand close to him. It was like he was the sun and she just had to be in his orbit. God, she needed to get a grip. Maybe she would make that call.