Nurse Jasmine Kabulsi felt a large breeze wrestling her bosoms. Her right leg shifted, pulling away from her body. Both her arms then felt the inkling to follow. Her body was wandering without her consent. She managed to straighten herself and continue contacting the on-call physician. One of her patients vomited blood and she needed him ruled out for pulmonary embolism right away. As she waited for the doctor to call back, another large breeze rushed against her cheeks. Cold sweat began dripping down her face and neck. Her body felt engulfed by fire.
            “What is happening to me?” she eagerly wanted to know.

               Now both her legs were trembling vigorously. She feared she was experiencing a seizure episode. She quickly turned around in search of help. Immediately, she locked eyes with Dr. Scott Vaughn. He was staring at her with a big grin on his face. Within seconds, her limbs stopped quivering and her body temperature returned to normal. His gaze was what caused her to react so violently. With one look, this orthopedic surgeon had the ability to control her body.

              Working with someone who attracted her was challenging. It was even worse when the attraction was mutual. Dr. Vaughn was a gorgeous, middle-aged, White man. He had no difficulties flirting with the female nurses in the hospital. His fiery, red hair and exotic blueish-green eyes caught the attention of the entire facility. He was completing his residency and had become a heartthrob. This doctor had many nurses to choose from, but his attraction catered to a particular class of women. Jasmine, a brown-chocolate, busty young nurse, fed his appetite. It would only be a matter of time before he feasted.