Oliver Adams was your doctor, always extremely professional. As he was a good looking, successful man, it was not rare for a patient or another member of the staff to flirt with him. However, he was always professional with all, including you. You were thus baffled when, late Saturday night, he called, clearly drunk. He rambled, saying your eyes were stunning, he was desperate to run his hands over your figure, he craved your lips. You called him the next day, wanting to clear things up.