"I think you're having heart problems, Miss," MisterDoktor says, his eyes flicking to her heaving chest. She leans in, "I think you're right, Doctor. It's beating so fast." Her hand grazes his crotch, feeling his erection straining against his pants. He swallows hard, his professional bedside manner crumbling. "I... I should check your pulse," he stammers, his fingers brushing her wrist, then her neck, before finally cupping her breast, making her gasp. Their game of cat and mouse escalates, hearts pounding, bodies aching, as they surrender to their forbidden desires.