Page 46 of Hate To Want You
“You minx,” I growl, lunging out of bed to follow her, but she dashes into the bathroom with a shriek of laughter. I pound on the locked door, my face split into a wide grin. “Your grumpy boss will be a lot grumpier if you don’t at least let him shower with you.”
I hear the door unlock, then it opens a crack.
“Shower, only. No funny business.”
I push into the room and grab her around the waist, lifting her into the shower stall and straight under the steaming water.
“Sure. No funny business.”
But the smile she’s fighting to contain tells me she knows just as well as I do — there will be funny business. After all, what fun is a shower if you don’t get a little dirty before you get clean?
Shockingly enough, we’re not late for work. Granted, if Heidi didn’t have the spare set of scrubs in her car, she would’ve needed to go home first andthatwould have made her late. But instead, we arrive at the same time, pulling into parking spots right next to each other and exiting our cars with knowing smirks.
“If I thought it was hard working with you before I knew how fucking sweet your pussy tastes, now it’s going to be impossible,” I mutter under my breath as we walk toward the front door of the hospital. She stumbles and I take her elbow to steady her.
Any excuse to touch her.
Of course, as soon as we get inside, I have to let go. We split off to go to our respective lounges and get ready for the day, and I’m immediately swept into department meetings for the morning.
I wish I could say I participated fully in those meetings. But I didn’t. For all I know, Clarence asked me to work seven twelve-hour shifts in a row, and I agreed. Or fuck, maybe I signed off on doubling surgical slates. I don’t have a clue. I was too busy remembering the feel of sliding my dick into Heidi’s fucking pussy.
Not exactly appropriate work time musings, that’s for damn sure.
Finally, the meetings end and I decline Clarence’s invitation for lunch, claiming I need to check in on some patients up on the ward.
It’s not entirely a lie. I do need to complete my rounds, but I also have complete faith that Heidi has managed anything important so far. Clarence doesn’t need to know that, though. Just like he doesn’t need to know the real reason I’m taking the stairs two at a time is because I feel like a junkie searching for my next hit, except my drug of choice is five and a half feet of stunning blonde.
When I reach the nurse’s station, she isn’t there. Ginny is, however, and she takes in what I assume is my disheveled and desperate appearance, having just run up six flights of stairs, with a confused tilt to her head.
“Everything okay, Dr. Donnelly?”
I nod abruptly. “Yes. Fine. How are things up here?”
Ginny’s face relaxes into a smile. “Just wonderful. Heidi made sure the other residents checked all the lab results, updated orders, and touched base with our new patients. She really is a wonderful doctor.” Her eyes narrow. “I hope you’ve sorted yourself out so you can see that?” It’s framed as a question, but I know she doesn’t mean it as that, but as more of a command.
“Of course. Yes. I have. I mean, I do.” I try not to be too obvious in my scanning of the ward. “Is, ah, is Dr. Morgan here at present?”
“She just went down for coffee.” Ginny folds her arms across her chest. “She is allowed a break, you know.”
It’s in this moment that I realize something. While I can’t exactly let on that Heidi and I are now sleeping together, I do somehow need to make it clear I’m not out for blood anymore. Dropping down into a chair next to my favourite head nurse, I adopt what I hope is a remorseful expression.
“Ginny, thank you for calling me out on my shit the other week. I can’t get into details, but you were right, and I needed to get my head out of my ass and see Heidi for the professional she is.” I lean in closer. “You’re the only person who could get through to me like that. So, truly, thank you.”
Every word is the truth. Ginny cut through my bullshit better than anyone, even my own brothers. Maybe because she only knew what she was seeing, maybe because she’s the most insightful woman I’ve met — aside from my own mother. Either way, she has no idea just how grateful I really am.
A laugh that has become intimately familiar to me drifts down the hall and my head jolts upward, seeking her out.
Ginny says something, but I don’t even hear it. Because she’s here, but she’s not alone. And instantly, some possessive demon inside of me sits up and takes notice.
She’s coming down the hallway with another resident. He’s not on peds this rotation or I’d recognize him. And given the way he’s leaning down into her, his shoulder brushing hers, I’d instantly put him on the worst cases. Stomach flus and stool collections.
They reach the unit, and Heidi still hasn’t acknowledged my presence. She’s too wrapped up in whatever this dickwad is saying. Something about neuropsychology. She’s giving the pretense of being fascinated, but I’m starting to know her tells. The way she keeps twirling that rogue lock of hair around her finger tells me she’s not fully paying attention to him. And when her eyes jump over to meet mine,finally, her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
Yeah, she’s not listening to him. She’s too busy remembering how good it felt when I sucked her clit between my teeth.
I’m vaguely aware that my thought processes today are no better than those of a sex-obsessed twenty-something man who’s just tasted his first pussy. Hardly suitable for a grown ass man who’s meant to be a respectable doctor and has plenty of experience with women.
But that’s what she does to me, I guess. Dissolves my veneer until I’m nothing but basic primal instinct. And right now, that instinct is driving me to do something about the way this jackass isn’t getting the message.
