DIBS

Was the doctor prescribing sex?

Lacey Valentine reclined on the leather couch in the swanky office of Dr. Sullivan and stared at the certificates hanging in expensive looking frames on the paneled walls. She could swear they were shouting loser at her. She shifted and focused in on the woman billing her two-hundred dollars an hour to mend her broken ego and deflated heart.

“Lacey, it’s time you had sex with a man.” The Doc said the words with a straight face and an arched brow, before sliding her glasses back on her nose.

Lacey sat up. “Do what?” Had she heard right? Was the doctor prescribing sex? Was that legal?

“You need to get back out there and have sex with a man.” She held up her hand when Lacey started to interrupt. “It will help you move on. To get past this episode in your life.”

Lacey couldn’t believe it. Who was this woman who had invaded the Doc’s body? “Do you have a man on retainer that comes in when you prescribe sex as a cure?” Lacey glanced at the door. Was a well-hung, great-looking man, standing on the other side just waiting for the signal to come on in and meet an easy lay?