Page 16 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
“Was that Miss Smith on the phone?”
“Yeah, she is being discharged at 2:00 p.m., so I’ll be leaving early today,” I speak with my head down. I dare not look up. If she looks at me, she will see right through my bullshit. Sandra walks through the door.
What is this, a fucking party?
“Yes, Sandra, what can I do for you?”
“Oh, I just wanted to let you know I’ve cleared your schedule for this afternoon and tomorrow.” She smiles. “You know, just in case you need to take some personal time.”
I can see the laughter in their eyes. This pair of witches are up to some shit. They look at each other and walk out giggling. Fucking women.Interferingwomen. Then, a smile breaks on my stony face. As I walk out, I pass Sandra and June.
“Thanks, ladies.” I give them a wink.
I make it to the hospital at 1:30. If they want her out as quick as the doctor suggested, I’d better not be late. I walk up to the private room, and she’s sitting on the bed with all her belongings around her.
“I’m sorry, Sutton, but I’ve spoken with the movers and your landlord, and they are moving your stuff as we speak. I want you out of there and with no reason to go back. You’re staying with me until we find a suitable alternative, and you’re ready to start work.”
She says nothing. Nothing. She just looks and stares. Then, tears fall from her eyes and down her cheeks before landing on her top. Fuck why do they have to land right there? Right where her fucking cleavage is. It’s taking everything not to wipe those tears away with my tongue.
I sit next to her on the bed. It’s the first time I’ve been so close to her since the train station. I’ve held her hand and sat in a chair next to her bed, but not this close. I can smell her raspberry shampoo.
Fuck! What are you doing to me, woman?
I take her chin and turn her head to look at me. “It’s going to be okay, Sutton. I promise.”
She nods. Our eyes meet, and I can feel the heat between us ramping up. Two inches closer and I’ll have those lips.
West. West stop, you dickhead. Don’t fucking ruin it now.
The doctor appears at the door. I jerk back, realising I’m too close. I don’t want to scare her or embarrass her.
“All ready to go?” he chirps. Sutton nods. He gives me a list of instructions as well as dates and times when the therapist is due, and all the medication she is going to need for the next couple of weeks. We both thank the doctor.
“Let’s go home,” I say.
Chapter 13
Sutton
WearriveatWest’sapartment. The movers are still there piling boxes up in the hallway.
“Sorry, Boss, we didn’t know which room to put them in.”
“No problem. It’s the second door on the left down that hallway,” West directs.
They pick up the boxes and start to move them. I look around the apartment. It’s massive. My whole house would fit in his lounge area. I can feel the earth shifting underneath my feet, and he notices.
“Come on, let’s get you sat down. You’ve been on your feet too much already.” He helps me to the sofa and takes the crutches away. “You won’t be needing these for the next few hours. You are to sit and stay, and I’m going to look after you like I promised.”
“I’m not a fucking dog,” I bark at him.
I know I’m wrong for doing it, but I’m scared, tired, and fucking horny. He has no idea what he does to me. He smiles and walks away with the movers.
The incident in the hospital proves I’m in the ‘helpless friend zone’. All he wanted to do was comfort me, and I was ready to fucking pounce on him like a dog in heat.
Shit, Sutton, what kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time?
Tears fall again.
