Those mesmerizing grey eyes, that sexy chiseled body, sake, sushi, my emotional drunken rehashing of my life in Wrangel (thank god, skipping the nightmare parts), the freaking tampon and thong pad debacle, those abs, the intimate hair moment, the elevator ride then car ride, inside my apartment, tucking me into bed, kissing my nose and whispering...
HOLY SHIT ... what did he whisper? The heat from his lips still lingered on my nose …
I grabbed my phone.
Sierra wake up, I don’t care that you’re gestating,
I need you!
“Doll, you look like hell, you all right?” Guy’s voice pierced my eardrums as I came off the elevator squinting, blinded by the fluorescent overhead lights.
“Shhh, Guy, my head is pounding. I think I have a migraine.”
“Let me get you something. I’ll find Leanne, she can bring you some Ibuprofen.”
“Guy, no, I’m fine. I took something already. It’s too soon for another dose. I think I just need to eat something. I was running late and didn’t have a chance to stop at the cart guy.”
“I got you covered, Dickhead isn’t even here yet. Come, sit down.” He grabbed my hand and led me to a chair behind the nurses’ station. “You sure you aren’t getting sick?” If he only knew how hung over I was … he was being so nice to me.
“No, I think it’s just a headache.”
“I’ll be back in a minute. Bagel with butter and a tea sound good?”
“Thanks, I owe you.”
He gave me a smug look. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of a way you can make it up to me.”
Is he really flirting with me at this ungodly hour?
“Petit, you got this. Cover for me, I’ll be back in a minute. Tell him not to get his panties in a bunch, I’ll join you on rounds.”
“Yeah, yeah sure. Just hurry. It’s Friday—I don’t want him pissed all day. I have plans tonight.”
“Oooo Sammy’s gettin’ some with the wifey,” Guy chuckled.
“Fuck off, Guy, just hurry up.”
Guy laughed his way into the stairwell and was gone. He loved teasing Sam.
Chime.
U better b dead or I’m gonna kill u myself
What the hell kind of text was that
This better b good
I guessed my text was a bit aggressive.
Lunch-noon-salad place
B on time
I hv an awake case at 1pm
I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes. I wished I wasn’t awake. The damn thing chimed again.
This better b huge
Rescheduling my dr appt for u
C u at noon
I prayed the mortification from last night would disappear. Maybe I dreamt it. If I squeezed my eyes tight enough maybe I would never lay eyes on him again.
“Good morning.” I heard the humor in his voice from behind me. God, I had no luck. He leaned down to hover over my ear. “How you feeling? That sake is some strong stuff, huh, Blue?” The heat from his breath on the back of my neck sent a shiver up my spine. So this was his way of telling me he enjoyed me making a total ass out of myself.
The floor was swarming with people. I wasn’t about to talk about last night. He moved to stand in front of the nurses’ station. His arms rested comfortably against the counter while he studied his tablet. Long chocolate brown eyelashes covered his eyes and his slightly dampened hair hung loosely across his forehead. A crisp white lab coat covered his faded light blue scrubs. This man was going to be the death of me.
“Petit, where’s Hunter? I have cases all day.” He glanced up, catching my eye, before I averted my gaze.
I totally got caught checking him out.
“It’s Friday. I wanna get going,” he barked.
“Oh ... um ... he had to run get something,” Sam stuttered.
“Guy ran to get me some breakfast. I have a little headache and thought food might help. He should be right back,” I interrupted.
“If he wants to operate with me all day he better get his ass back here. Sam, let’s get started, I’m not waiting.” Chase looked pissed.
I cringed and stood from my chair, following them to the first patient’s room. Now it was my fault for Guy’s impending shitty day.
We had already visited two patients when Guy returned. He handed me my tea and a small brown bag and draped an arm around my shoulder.
“How ya feeling? Any better, doll? Do you think you have a fever?” He lightly brushed his lips against my forehead.
“I’m okay. Thanks. I don’t think I’m feverish. He’s pissed though, your day’s gonna suck,” I whispered.
“Whatever. You felt crappy, it’s the least I could do.”
“Dr. Hunter, so nice of you to grace us with your presence. Why don’t you remove your lips from Ms. Porter’s face and present the next patient?”
Holy crap, was he jealous? Maybe Leanne wasn’t wrong. Guy was a touchy feely kind of guy and I had a feeling Dr. Colton just wasn’t feeling it.
“I want details, as well as the proposed surgery.” His eye daggers bounced from Guy to me and back. “I’m waiting.”
Guy rambled on and on about the patient and the surgery. Dr. Colton nodded and agreed. I hoped Guy dug himself out of the hole I created. Or maybe the one he created. All I knew was I needed a reprieve from the intense pounding in my head and constant Sanskrit. I sipped my tea and stood silently, pretending to listen.
Noon came and the headache finally subsided. I met Sierra at our favorite salad place for lunch.
“Look at you, preggers, can you get any cuter?” Sierra always dressed to the nines.
“Look who’s talking, hottie, those are flats I might actually be caught dead in.”
I rolled my eyes.
The restaurant was packed, full of hospital employees. Last thing I needed was someone overhearing our conversation, so we picked a secluded booth in the back. I rehashed every detail of my evening with Chase. Her face morphed into something I rarely saw.
“Lil, I’m being serious right now.” Sierra NEVER did serious. “You deserve something good. You’ve had a whole lot of shitty the last twenty-seven years, maybe this is your something good.”
“Am I just torturing myself? Why should I think this could mean anything? I’m not even sure I want it to mean anything.”
“I’m just happy you actually felt something. I wondered if hormone injections were in your future. This, Lili ... is what it feels like when you like someone and they completely turn you on.” Sierra was blunt. Period, end of story.
“At the end of the night he carried my sleepy ass to the door and eventually tucked me into bed. He totally used my extra set of keys to lock up on his way out. My last memory though is a kiss on my nose and a whispered ‘let’s do this again sometime.’”
Sierra was quiet. Sierra NEVER did quiet. I waited.
“Asspuck, say something.”
“You’re gorgeous, he’s into you, why wouldn’t he be? Let’s ignore the kickass figure and amazing boobs. You’re the perfect package—kind, loving, gentle, smart, sassy, sexy ... I could go on and on, but I don’t need to because it looks like hottie patottie brain surgeon guy figured it out.”
I shrugged. “But it’s just not normal to embarrass the shit out of yourself five times in two days. He must think I’m such an idiot. I need to run. Literally run. Really fast.”
“Go run, hot stuff, clear your head. Maybe you’ll have room for some sexy thoughts.” She giggled.