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youre-in-the-psycho-circus · 4 years ago

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Open Wide | Roger Taylor

Pairing: Roger Taylor/Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Warnings: Some sexual innuendos (because lets face it, it’s Roger), but None

Word Count: 5,823

Summery: In an alternate reality where Queen didn’t get together to dominate the music world, Roger became a dentist. (Y/N) finds herself in his office with a terrible tooth ache, but her cavity isn’t the only thing the drummer turned dentist wants to fill.

Masterlist

Smile Dental Associates Dr. Thomas W. Litticar DDS Dr. Henrik F. Stan DDS Dr. Roger Meddows Taylor DDS

(Y/N) hated dentists, it had been about five years since she had been to one in fact, and if it were up to her she wouldn’t be stood outside this office to begin with. The throbbing pain in her mouth, however, had become unbearable, and quite frankly, her boss was tired of listening to her whining and moaning. Knowing that her track record with dentists wasn’t exactly the best, her boss had recommended her own dentist to her Dr. Litticar...unfortunately for (Y/N) he had been booked solid for the foreseeable future. As much as she would’ve preferred to wait for the doctor her boss had given her, the pain in her tooth had been getting steadily worse as the days passed to an almost unbearable degree. The woman on the phone had mentioned that Dr. Taylor, one of the other doctors in the office, on the other hand, he had a few last minute cancellations allowing her to slip right into his appointment diary.

(Y/N) had seen two separate dentists in the year prior to swearing off seeing a dentist entirely, each one more of a disaster than the last. The first one refused to acknowledge his developing Parkinson's Disease, so instead of retiring like he should’ve, poor (Y/N) had ended up with a hole poked in not only her gums, but her tongue as well. Her next hadn’t waited long enough for the Novacane he administered to set in before he extracted a tooth. Needless to say her track record with them hadn’t been great. She was really hoping what they said about the third time being a charm was true. She bit the inside of her lip looking down the street debating on if this was actually a good idea. Going to the dentist, it was just a weird concept to her, having someone poking around on the inside of your mouth with sharp tools while you lay helplessly in a chair. She looked back at the door to the office with a heavy sigh ready to walk away when the pain in her mouth flared up once again making her wince in pain. As much as she hated it, she needed this pain to end already.

As she climbed the staircase to the second level where the office actually sat, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel her anxiety bubbling even further in the pit of her stomach with each step. It made her head spin like a top, especially once the potent sterile stench of the small dental office hit her nose like a boxer’s glove in the final round right before a K.O. It was a rather plain waiting room with a few chairs, and a coffee table with a few magazines strewn across it, a decorative plant in the corner and a painting of a basket of fruit on the wall. The doctors obviously didn’t care much about the practice all that much if this was the sight their clients were greeted with upon walking in, but then again not like you spent much time in the waiting room anyway, most people just wanted in and out as quickly as possible. Only one man sat in the waiting room reading the paper. She turned her head to the receptionist who was an older woman, probably about the age of sixty-five, with greying hair. She sifted through a few files before sensing (Y/N)’s presence before her. “Hello! Welcome to Smile Dental Associates! How can I help you?” She smiled warmly, the smile reaching up to her sparkling stormy grey eyes. She was in stark contrast to the rather plain waiting room dressed up in bright cheery colours and patterns.

“I uh...I called yesterday about...about a um...new patient exam with...Dr. Taylor…?” She spoke timidly, clearly on edge despite the relaxing music playing from the office speakers. Another wave of pain hit her at that moment making her groan internally as her hand flew to her cheek. “And a uh...toothache...”

“A bit nervous, are we love?” She smiled softly. “Don’t you worry yourself one more moment, Dr. Taylor is absolutely wonderful. A real gentleman and great dentist. If I could just have you fill out this form, I’ll let him know you’re here.” (Y/N) nodded taking the clipboard the form was on. If this is what she had to do to be rid of this death sentence knowing as a cavity, then so be it. “Mr. Gallini.” The woman called the other man up front. “Doctor Litticar will see you now.” The man smiled as he stood up, making his way to the back. The girl slowly filled out the forms, occasionally getting lost in thought as she tried to remember some of the deep breathing exercises her therapist had given her when she had anxiety attacks like this. Nothing ever seemed to help, especially in a dental office. She was trapped with no place to go. (Y/N) sighed, finishing the paperwork, bringing it back up to the receptionist. “Fantastic Ms…(L/N). If you’ll just have a seat, Dr. Taylor will be with you soon.”

(Y/N) sighed slumping down in her seat trying not to let her previous dental experiences return to her mind. She would rather light herself on fire or run down the high street in the buff than have her teeth worked on any day of the week. She grimaced at the thought of this new dentist. He was probably an old, slimy, crusty old codger, one who like so many other doctors should’ve really retired already. He’d probably end up cutting out her tongue if she wasn’t careful. Why couldn’t dentists be cute? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a blood curdling scream coming from the back room. (Y/N) practically jumped out of her skin upon hearing it. “Dear me.” The receptionist breathed. “Poor man.” (Y/N) felt the colour drain from her face as the lump formed in her throat again.

“Okay...relax (Y/N)...it’s only the dentist...oh boy…” She groaned internally burying her face in her hands, there was no way she was going to make it through this, toothache or no toothache. It just wasn’t worth it.

The door to the back room swung open with a thud to reveal another man with dark hair and a light scruff on his face. His face was swollen as he cradled his jaw in his hand, little spots of blood on his white T-shit. “Easy now, Mr. Lutz.” A high pitched but obviously male voice met (Y/N)’s ears. She looked back to the door to see a young looking, choppy haired blonde man emerge from the back, walking up next to the man. He looked as though he should be the drummer in a rock ‘n roll band rather than working in a dental office. He must’ve just graduated from dental school and was doing placements as a dental assistant. (Y/N) looked him up and down, wearing the traditional dental jacket and black trousers, he looked very distinguished but at the same time gave off those ‘your daughter calls me daddy too’ vibes. “Just go fill that prescription and get some rest and I promise you that the pain and swelling will be gone in a few days.” The man left the office as the dental assistant sighed annoyedly. “He just wouldn’t sit still, no matter how many times I told him it would hurt so much less.” Both the assistant and the receptionist jumped in surprise, (Y/N) white gripping the arms of the chair and practically jumping through the ceiling at the sounds of another screech of pain emanating from the back room. She bit the inside of her lip seriously reconsidering her plans before once again burying her face in her hands. Each scream made her want to throw up more and more.

The blonde dental assistant took a moment to steady himself before rubbing the sides of his head as he leaned against the reception desk. “Mr. Gallini sounds like he’s having a rough visit as well.” The receptionist chuckled.

“Yes, but must he be so bloody vocal about it?” The dental assistant groaned. “First Lutz now him...I swear sometimes I just want to…”

“Your next appointment is here Dr. Taylor.” The receptionist interrupted not wanting the young doctor to fly off the handle like he sometimes did when he had a new patient sitting not four meters away from him.

“Already?” Roger asked spinning around to see the lone patient sitting in the waiting room. Even from across the room, he could sense her discomfort and see the grey cloud of melancholy and dispare handing around her like smoke from a cigarette. He smirked softly, chuckling to himself. Looks like it’s going to be one of those appointments. He thought to himself as he slowly stalked across the room, taking a seat next to the girl with an audible sigh of relief, tired of being on his feet all day. He crossed his arms across his chest. “Nervous?”

“You have no idea…” She whimpered softly to herself not looking up. In the brief few moments she had seen this dental assistant, (Y/N) had thought he was insanely attractive, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of bagging himself a quick shag by comforting her when she was terrified of her coming fate. (Y/N), despite being scared out of her wits at the moment, had more pride than that, and nobody, not even a blonde bad boy looking, fresh out of dental school assistant was going to take that away from her.

“Not a fan of dentists then? Well hopefully after this visit I might be able to change your mind.” He smiled brightly as she looked up at him. “Dr. Roger Meddows Taylor DDS, at your service Ms…?” Roger was taken aback at the sight of her. She was one of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even with the fear that was crossly etched into her features. She had sparkling (e/c) irises, that shone like the stars that hung in the sky. Her luscious (h/l) (h/c) looks looked so soft. He was just itching to run his fingers through them as he kissed those beautifully plump lips of hers. The fact that she was so clearly so terrified of being there in the office just about broke his heart. As unprofessional as it would be, he wanted to pull her into his lap and hold her close, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he tried to convince her that everything would be okay, as he rubbed calming circles on her thigh. Even still he had to make sure he got this one’s phone number. The young dentist didn’t exactly get out much anymore these days, and lets face it, insanely attractive young women like her didn’t ever wander their way into this office.

“(Y/F/N).” She nodded to him. She was surprised that someone so young looking was a dentist, not to mention some so handsome. He had the most breathtakingly bight ocean blue orbs she had ever seen in her entire life. They sparkled with amusement and care, as he tried to silently reassure her that he was going to help her. His dirty blonde hair was long and rather thick, and she thought about what it must feel like to run her hands through it as he roughly and passionately kissed her. She subconsciously bit her lower lip as she studied the young Dr. Taylor, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Roger. He had seen the same look on so many other girl’s faces as he had made his way through dental school. He knew he was good looking, and it was so rare these days he saw that look that it was a huge confidence boost. He might’ve even let out a slight chuckle at the sight of her entrancement if her wonder and lust blown out pupils were quickly clouded with pain and anguish as another wave of pain washed over her. She whimpered her hand flying to her cheek as she cringed in pain. “Wait so you’re Dr. Taylor?”

“Sure am.” He nodded with a smirk.

“You look too young and too...” She paused trying to consider her next words carefully. The last thing she wanted to do was reveal her hand too early, especially now that she knew HE of all people, was her doctor.

“Attractive? Handsome? Easy on the eyes?” Roger offered suggestions, knowing fully well by the look in her eyes what she was thinking. He had seen that same look enough during his placements to know what his patients really thought of him, not that he minded. Then again it was a lot harder to be taken seriously. He often felt written off as inexperienced right away based off of his looks alone, even though he had graduated dental school top of his class. She nodded in response, biting her lip sheepishly. “Yeah I get that a lot. Guess it comes with the field, seeing as how it’s overrun by crusty old cogers like the other two doctors in this practice.”

“Must make your patients all the more willing though.”

“Some more than others, if you know what I mean.” He offered her a sly smirk with a well placed wink. He was going to do anything he could to help relieve her anxieties as much as he could. It was written all over her features how freaked out she was to be here right now. At the same time, the flirting just came natural to him, especially since it wasn’t every day, a cute, unsuspecting female, wandered their way into his office. By the end of this appointment he was determined to make sure she was smitten. She was, after all, absolutely breath taking. She giggled softly at his smooth and subtle flirting only for another wave of pain to shoot its way through her mouth. She groaned softly her hand flying to her cheek, causing the young dentist to furrow his brow in concern. “Hey, that don’t look good. What do you say we head on back and I promise I’ll make this appointment as painless as possible, Ms. (L/N). Deal?” She nodded as Roger quickly stood, ready to get to work. As much as she didn’t trust dentists, there was something about the way his ocean orbs sparkled that just entranced her, like a moth to a flame. He could probably tell her to walk out in front of a bus for his own amusement and she’d do it with no questions asked.

(Y/N) stood slowly taking a few steps toward the door to the back looking at Roger’s bright ocean blue orbs, trying to find some sort of comfort before her (e/c) orbs landed on the words D.D.S inscribed on his coat. She felt her uneasiness return as bile rose to the back of her throat. She stopped walking gulping the uneasy feeling back down. She looked at the door to the outside. “I uh…” She stumbled with her words a moment.

Roger smirked his signature smirk before crossing his arms over his chest, finding a bit of amusement in her sudden change of attitude. “What’s the matter? Afraid?”

“No! Of course not!” She argued too quickly to be convincing. He knew girls in this type of situation would try to seem tougher than normal in order not to appear to be weak and helpless, especially in front of someone like him. “I just uh…I…”

“You just what?” He chuckled softly.

“I just don’t have the time right now! Yeah! I have somewhere to be! Sorry for wasting your time Dr. Taylor.” (Y/N) spoke quickly, making a B-line toward the door. Anything she had to face out in the world, including a toothache would be better than this, hot doctor or not. She cringed as another wave of pain made her stop short as Roger jumped in front of her, not only blocking her exit, but also pulling her comfortably into his arms as he tried to ease her pain and anxieties surrounding the appointment.

“My dear girl.” Roger started. “There is always time for dental hygiene. Besides I can’t let you leave when you’re clearly in a great amount of pain. What kind of a doctor would I be if I allowed such a travesty to transpire?” He paused a placing a comforting hand on her cheek, his bright eyes boring into hers, trying to reassure her everything would be alright. “Now, a pretty thing like you needs a pretty smile to match wouldn’t you say? Best let me have a look so we can keep it like that.” Roger spoke gently, trying to reason with the girl. She bit the inside of her lip. God damn it, he was just as charming as ever, even when he was trying to be professional and wearing that horrid dental jacket. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes that just made her trust him. She sighed heavily bowing her head in defeat. “Excellent, come with me then.” Roger said turning her around, placing a hand at the small of her back, guiding her toward the back, closing the door to the waiting room behind them. “Right in that third room there, I’ll be but a moment.” Roger explained.

(Y/N) breathed nervously as she headed to the specified room. “The things I do not to suffer…” She complained quietly to herself as she entered the small room. It was what you would expect from a dental office, small, compact, and full of torture equipment that shouldn't go anywhere near a person’s mouth. She bit the inside of her lip at the sight of the dental tools getting ready to bolt once again. Maybe if she was lucky she’d be able to slip past Dr. Taylor and be down on the street before he even noticed she was gone. She turned, deciding this was the best option only to find herself but a lips distance away from that man with the most breathtaking eyes again. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as her eyes flicked down to his soft looking lips before looking back to his eyes. There was a certain glint of mischief in his eyes as he offered her a cocky smirk, fully aware of what it was he was doing to her.

“And...just where do you think you’re going?” He questioned quietly as he pulled the door closed behind him. She bit her lip, it would be so easy for her to just lean in and mesh their lips together. She imagined he was one hell of a kisser, especially with how he must know his way around the human mouth. She mentally shook her head out, that was gross. (Y/N) sighed in defeat and looked down. Roger let out a breathy chuckle, gently taking her hand in his giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Good girl.” He praised her, gesturing for her to hang up her belongings. She hung her raincoat and bag up on a hook in the corner before taking a seat on the chair in the middle of the room, tapping her fingers on the armrest nervously. As Roger threw the file in his hands on the counter. He was the spider, she was the fly, and she had willingly stepped into his parlour. It was only a matter of time until she was stuck in his web, if she wasn’t already. “Alright, new patient exam.” He cheered unenthusiastically, clearly tired from his day’s work as he placed the disposable dental bib around her neck. “How did you hear about our practice then if you don’t mind me asking?” He asked as he washed his hands.

“Oh uh…” She stumbled, unsure how to respond. “My boss had recommended Dr. Litticar...but uh...you had appointments available sooner...” Roger shrugged, accepting the answer as he dried his hands studying the girl in the chair intently. God was she gorgeous, he was going to have a hard time focusing on her teeth what with those sparkling (e/c) eyes staring back at him at such a close distance. He had an overwhelming urge to run his hands through her soft looking (h/c) locks. Who was he kidding, the things he would do to her in that dental chair were endless. So many fantasies he wanted to fill, and she was the one he wanted to fill them with. He mentally shook his head out, no he’d surely lose his practice like that if she liked it or not. Yet the look of fear that was clearly etched on her face, and quivered through every syllable she spoke, he could feel it pulling on his heartstrings. He had to be professional in this case, he couldn’t risk losing another client...not again. He stood staring for a few moments too long however. “Is something the matter?”

“What?” Roger asked, shaking his head out as he moved to stand behind her. “No, sorry. It’s just…you look awfully familiar is all…” He said, pulling over his cart of tools. “You wouldn’t happen to have been at the White Lion pub off Oxford Street the other night would you?”

“No...?” She answered with a raised brow. What was he getting on about?

“Oh…well of course you wouldn’t have been, I would’ve remembered a beautiful woman like you being there.” He smirked with a wink. “If I’m not mistaken, you’d be a (favourite alcoholic/virgin beverage) girl, am I right?”

She let out a small laugh. “Yeah. How did you know?”

“What can I say I’m a people person... especially when it comes to an absolutely gorgeous woman like yourself.” He laughed with a charming wink, tilting the chair back ever so slightly before flicking on the overhead lamp. “Alright then, let’s take a look, shall we?” He said looking down at her expectantly. (Y/n) grimaced looking at Roger with a pleading look, silently asking him not to do this to her. The look just about broke the dentist’s heart. He knew fully well he had to be professional but all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms, card his fingers through her hair in a soothing way and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, while he planted soft tending kisses to her cheeks and neck as he reassured her everything was going to be okay. “Hey…” He spoke gently, placing a comforting hand on her forearm, gently and soothingly running his hand up and down it. “All you have to do is relax and breathe...it will all be over before you know it.” His cerulean eyes stared intently into her (e/c) orbs, nothing but care and concern portrayed in them as she nodded in agreement. “Very good, now open wide for me, love.” (Y/N), though not without hesitation, did as requested. The dentist smirked, beginning his examination, course if it were up to him, he’d be putting...other things...besides his dental tools in her mouth. “You know…” Roger spoke suddenly after a long silence filled with nothing but the sounds of his soft hums accompanied by the radio, trying to make some small talk and a move. “There really is no reason to be scared love.” Roger said as he picked up two of his instruments to poke around at her teeth. “Dentists don’t bite. Course I can’t say the same for the patients sometimes.”

“Ive had a few bad experiences in the past.” She complained with a grimace at the sight of the sharp, shiny tools in his hands. “Can’t trust a dentist as far as I can throw one these days.”

He chuckled as he moved in once more to continue his work. “Well hopefully I can change your mind about that by the time we’re done here. A beautiful woman like you doesn’t deserve to be scared of something that should really be quite simple. Course if I can’t convince you here I could always take you to dinner sometime and continue my efforts.”

“If that’s your idea of flirting, I hardly think that right now is the time to be asking me for a date Dr. Taylor.” She whimpered, not that she wasn’t over the moon that such a handsome piece of man was asking her of all people out on a date, she just didn’t want to see him get too cocky and end up hurting her. “As long as I am sat in this chair I’m not interested.” She lied through her teeth, she was very much so interested in the blond dentist. “And it’s (Y/N) thank you.”

“I s’pose you’re right.” He chuckled to himself. “Can’t blame a man for trying though can you? After all, gotta keep these long days interesting somehow.” He said returning to his work. “And if I’m to call you (Y/N), then you’re calling me Roger.”

“ahappae-ine-yaour-waorrk?” She tried to ask him, already having his hands at her mouth.

“I’m sorry, love, didn’t your mum ever tell you it’s impolite to talk with your mouth full?” He teased her gently with a playful wink, causing her to roll her eyes with a slight giggle. Even as a dentist he was still quite the charmer. Sure he didn’t get much practice these days, not many women were wandering into his spider’s den of a dentist’s office. Then after a shift, he wasn’t exactly jumping at the opportunity to go stalk around all his old haunts for hours on end anymore in hopes of bringing some one home, just didn’t have the energy for that anymore. Maybe back in his drumming days that was the dream, but not so much now. “Now, what were you saying?”

“I was just asking if you’re unhappy in your work.” She shrugged as he turned back to his equipment.

“I wouldn’t really say that.” He sighed. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it's good stable work, being a dentist and all, pays quite well too, but it's dragstuff after a few hours.” He paused, picking up a new instrument. “And let's face it, it’s not exactly the best way to pick up girls...a very rare occasion these days when a beautiful woman wanders into my chair.” He shrugged with a chuckle and got back to work, his nimble hands working quickly and accurately. She noticed Roger bobbing along with the music and tapping his foot along with the beat, occasionally stopping to air drum when he thought she didn’t notice him. Soon Led Zepplin’s Moby Dick came on the radio and Roger couldn’t hold back the temptation any longer. “Ahhh…this song has got one of the best drum solos of all time in it.” He cheered, closing his eyes, stopping his work completely to air drum along with the song.

She smirked to herself, watching his extremely precise drumming movements, clearly visualizing himself behind a drum kit. He looked so much happier in his distracted drumming state. Deciding that his distraction was a lot better than having him poking around in her mouth or attempting - and quite frankly succeeding - in flirting with her, she let him enjoy his blissful day dream until the end of the song. “I take it you drum in your spare time then.” She giggled as ‘Please Please Me’ by The Beatles came over the radio.

His ocean orbs snapped open revealing a look of horror, realizing what he had done in the middle of an appointment. “I’m so sorry. That was so unprofessional of me.” He apologized, quickly grabbing new instruments before trying to return to his work. “But yeah, I used to drum in a band called Smile while I was at Uni…but that was short lived.” He sighed, stopping his work once again, feeling a bit of sadness and anger at the old memory. To say he missed drumming was an understatement, hell it was in his blood, but it wasn’t meant to be. It wasn’t going to put food on the table or keep a roof over his head. Not to say he really like dentistry, but it was a living.

“Do you miss it?”

He sighed again looking down at her with a curious brow. “You ask a lot of questions for someone who isn’t flirting.” He teased.

“Can’t help it, I’m a curious girl.” She shrugged.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back.”

He laughed at the statement thinking over his answer for a moment before speaking. “Yeah��yeah I do...at least the rock ‘n roll bit.”

“So why don’t you do it?”

Roger rolled his eyes at the question. “Are you daft? Nobody wants a dentist for a rock ‘n roll drummer. Thats what I really enjoy. I do sometimes drum for a blues band at a few pubs but that’s not the sound I really enjoy...So why bother?” He asked as he poked at one in particular dark spot in her mouth. (Y/N) let out a whine, screwing her eyes shut in pain as Roger quickly retracted his instruments. He gently caressed her cheek trying to sooth her in anyway that he could. It hurt him deep to his core to know he had caused her such great pain. “Shhhh shhh, it’s okay, I know...that hurts, it's alright…breathe....” Roger soothed trying to coach her through the pain, before he continued to examine the spot, now making sure not to apply pressure to it. Seeing she was starting to calm down some he offered her a soft smile. “Good girl, just like that.” He turned his back to her after a few moments to look at the file on the counter, writing a few things down. “You’ve got a rather nasty little cavity there, love.” Roger explained.

“No shit...” She groaned as the dentist chuckled softly at her response.

Roger turned his attention back to her mouth for a few moments before going back to the file. “It doesn’t look too bad, but we’ll have to bring you back in so I can fill it.”

“Can’t you just give me something to get painkillers and we leave it where it is?” She asked hopefully.

Roger sighed taking a seat on the swivel chair in the room before taking her hand in his, gently rubbing small circles over top the back of her hand. “I know you’re scared love...but I’m going to take care of you.”

“But it’s going to hurt...” (Y/N) whimpered, the sadness returning to her eyes.

Roger bit the inside of his lip, his heart stopping for a moment at the sight. “(Y/N)...I promise...the last thing I would ever want to do it hurt you...” He trailed off with his intense ocean blue orbs staring into her (e/c) pools as he brought her hand to his lips, gently placing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “You’re just going to have to trust me.” She nodded feeling her heart flutter at the action. “Good girl...” He praised again standing to write out a prescription for pain medication.

There were a few moments of silence between the pair. “You know…” She spoke hesitantly. “For as much as I hate the dentist...this has been one of the easiest appointments I’ve been too.”

Roger spun around a slight smirk on her face. “Yeah? It’s a kind of magic that I possess, a delicate touch. Comes from years of drumming.”

“Are drumming and your silver tongue your only skills? Or have you more?” She quipped suddenly feeling a bit braver.

Roger chuckled, turning to lean up against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk, impressed by her sudden boldness. “I’ve a few others. Of course it wouldn’t be professional of me to say what they are.”

“Even if I asked?”

"’Fraid so love. Now if you take that to a chemist, those pain meds should suffice until we can get you back in here.” Sooner rather than later, the young dentist silently hoped. “You’re done for today. If you’ll talk to Mrs. Henley, our receptionist, on your way out, she’ll get you scheduled in for an appointment to fill that cavity.”

“Don’t the drugs normally come after the procedure?”

“I make exceptions for a pretty girl who’s in terrible pain.” He winked. “I only like to make pretty girls feel good.” He mused soliciting a heavy blush over her cheeks. Oh yeah, I have her right where I want her.

(Y/N) stood grabbing her coat and handbag from the corner. She turned to leave only to once again find herself but a lips distance away from Roger again. She felt her breath hitch in her throat at his close proximity. Her eyes were trained once again on those soft lips of his. He was too handsome for his own good, and he was clearly working his charms on her. “I uh...” She stuttered. “...thank you...Roger...”

“Anything for you (Y/N)...” He breathed, seriously debating on closing the gap between them. Rather unfortunately his professional side won out as he stepped off to the side to allow her to leave. “I’ll walk you out then.”

“Yeah...” She nodded at him.

“Mrs. Henley.” The blonde dentist smiled at the receptionist. “Kindly book in our lovely Ms. (L/N) for our earliest possible appointment.”

“Of course Dr. Taylor.” She said scanning over his appointment diary. “It looks like we have an opening Friday evening, your last appointment of the day, would that be alright Ms. (L/N)?” She asked.

Roger turned his gaze back to the small female beside him as he looked at her with a smug grin on his features. “Well Ms. (L/N)?” He asked her.

(Y/N) groaned internally. If Roger kept his games up like this she might actually start to like dentists...this blonde, long haired, cerulean eyed dentist. (Y/N) pulled her entranced gaze from Roger’s eyes to Mrs. Henley. “That sounds fine.”

Roger’s smirk grew even more at the prospect of seeing her again so soon. He had forty-eight hours to come up with a plan to ensnare this fly in his spider’s web. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you on Friday Ms. (L/N). Try to take it easy and avoid eating on that side with the cavity.”

(Y/N) was doing everything in her power to keep from looking at the eyes of the man that would surely be haunting her dreams for the next forty-eight hours. Hell, who was she kidding, those eyes would be haunting her every waking moment. She turned her gaze back to the blonde dentist, who was looking at her expectantly with raised eyebrows. “Thank you again...Dr. Taylor.” She drew out his name, smirking seeing him shift ever so slightly. The way she said that drove him absolutely wild. “I’ll see you Friday.” She nodded before leaving the office. Upon stepping outside, the cool London air hitting her face. “Yeah...going to the dentist...not so bad anymore...”

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