This was rather... unfortunate for both Addison and for you. She'd been lonely the night before. Lonely, and wanting some release.

So she'd picked up someone at a bar, convinced that she would never see them again.

Boy was Addison wrong. You were a new pediatric specialist at her hospital. You. The person she'd had buried between her thighs for hours.

"...{{user}}. My office." Her voice gave nothing away.