constantly watched her like she was a bad business decision; the new colleagues who were all stuffy and unfriendly; or the new town she hated because she knew no one? And that was to say nothing of the hundreds of wedding guests she had had to call to cancel as well as the caterers and wedding planners. Her mum’s wails over the phone from Hawaii where she and dad had stopped over in their tour of the world had only made Sherina sink further into despair. Then of course dad had boomed that he always thought that Rowe kid was up to no good, and why hadn’t she listened? He had been threatening to buy a shotgun and shoot “that boy’s caper off” by the time she hung up. No... why would she be stressed?
She tensed, “You think stress could make me think I’m pregnant?”
“Well stress could be responsible for a missed period; it’s been known to happen.”
“I doubt stress could make my test show a positive. Four times!”
“Hmm. A lot of factors could intrude. I take it from your line of questioning you do not want to be pregnant,” he observed, pinning her beneath his smouldering dark gaze.
Sherina felt a frisson of awareness shoot through her and she wrenched her gaze away from his in confusion. What was this? He was good-looking enough but been there, done that, she was going to steer clear of guys and their stupid problems for as long as she had anything to say about it.
“I do not want to be pregnant Dr Knight. In fact, I would prefer I weren’t.”
“Okay. I’ll just draw some blood and let you know for sure in a few minutes.”
Sherina kept her eyes averted as she felt the sting of the needle and as soon as the doctor departed, she leaned back against her seat and shut her eyes. She must have drifted off to sleep though because in seconds, the Doctor was leaning over her and shaking her awake. Her eyes drifted open slowly and then fastened immediately upon the firm, wicked mouth just inches from her face. Heat coursed through her in another dizzying rush and she was silently glad she was sitting down.
“Are you alright?” he asked, moving around to his side of the desk.
“I’m fine,” she murmured, faking a yawn to hide her inexplicable reaction to him as she sat up. “Just tired.”
Sherina’s eyes fastened onto the sheet of paper in his hand with fascinated horror; she already felt as though her world was upside down. The prospect of hearing the doctor confirm what she already knew to be true was enough to make her feel even more queasy and she slowly fanned her already heated face with her hand.
“So Doctor?” she asked.
“Ms. Jones, for starters, you’re definitely", the world stopped ,“not pregnant.”
The world began to rotate on its axis again even as she let out an unconscious yelp, a small sound filled with such triumphant joy that the Doctor gave her a weird look. Fear slowly began to seep out of Sherina and in that moment, she realized for the first time that she had been sweating profusely despite the air conditioned interior of the consulting room.
“I had four tests! They were all positive,” Sherina cried as doubt slid off her short-lived joy infusing her with a fresh wave of alarm that made her bolt upright in her seat and grab Dr. Knight’s hand from across the desk.
“Trust me, you are not pregnant. A number of things could cause a kit to malfunction and give a wrong result. Yours could have been expired for instance but you probably did not realize. Sometimes, it may simply be that you waited too long to read the result, any number of things really.”
Sherina beamed at him, a megawatt smile that lit up her entire face and made her look so devastatingly pretty that his breath caught in his throat. She was a knockout! She reminded him of one tall, long drink of hot chocolate on a cold day. She was sparkly, warm, and intriguing all at once. She had large, brown eyes, the color of sinful dark chocolate; her breasts were a gigantic 38D cup that made him
László Krasznahorkai, George Szirtes