A BWWM Novella It happened in a flash. One minute, I was making coffee in the office, and the next I’m dying in the back seat of my car while my boss races to the hospital. There I lay, in cubicle three, praying that it’s just severe cramps and I’m not passing out a whale, when he walks in. All six-foot-four, broad-shouldered deliciousness in a lab coat. My gynecologist. He doesn’t date patients and I don’t get with men who’ve seen me naked before the first date. But resisting our sizzling attraction is more than I can handle. By the time he leaves, I’ve decided. The doctor will just have to make an exception.