9
Oh god, I wish…
I can’t.
He answers.
I’m coming to you.
What’s your address?
“Mom,” Owie calls from his bedroom. Oh, fucking hell.
Perfect timing.
I throw my phone down and run up the hall just in time to see Owen vomit all over his bed.
“Oh, baby.”
He starts to cry as he vomits again. I pick him up and carry him into the bathroom.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
He cries.
“It’s alright. It’s just a vomiting bug or something. You will be okay.” I take off his clothes and put him under the shower. He finally settles and now I’ve got to go clean the sheets.
So much for my sexting session.
Arousal level… instant zero.
Cameron
I sit at my desk as I roll the pen between my fingers. It’s 6am and I’m at the hospital early. No use me staying in bed. I can’t fucking sleep anyway.
I jacked off three times last night and still I can’t stop thinking about her now.
What’s it going to take to rid myself of this uncontrollable urge to have Ashley Tucker beneath me?
Why did she disappear last night? I thought we were getting somewhere and then… gone.
Maybe I’m reading this all wrong? Maybe it isn’t her? I stare into space for a while as I try to gain some perspective on the situation. I blow out a deep breath because there is no perspective.
This is just fucked up.
She’s my intern. I’m her boss and I have the uncontrollable urge to bend her over every hard surface in the hospital. I rub my eyes and shake my head. Jameson walks past the office and glances in, and then doubles back.
“Hey, you’re in early?” He smiles.
“Morning. I had some reports to get done.”
“Do you want a coffee? I’m going down now.”
“Yeah, that would be great. How’s Hanna?” I ask.
“She’s good. Any day, I think. She’s due on Thursday.”
I smirk. “Four kids, man.”
“Fuck, don’t remind me. I feel old enough as it is.”
He narrows his eyes and I get the feeling he has something to say, so I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Can I ask you something… off the record?” he asks.
I nod. “Of course.” He glances around and then shuts the office door.
What’s this about?
He takes a seat and hesitates for a moment “So… what’s the deal with Ashley Tucker?”
I frown. Fuck. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
I shake my head and sit up, acting guilty while perching on my chair. “No, Ashley and I are strictly business.”
His knowing eyes hold mine and my stomach drops with more guilt. He knows I’m lying though my teeth. “You do know our whole professional image depends on how you handle these interns.”
I bite my bottom lip to stop myself saying something I’ll regret.
“The board is watching. Fuck around with the nurses all you want Cameron, but don’t touch the interns.”
I nod once, annoyed that I’m being pulled in line for the first time ever.
He stands and smiles. “I knew you would agree with me on this.”
Half an hour later, I’m at the entrance of the hospital, watching her standing out on the curb as she waits for me.
Her thick, honey blonde hair hangs around her shoulders and she’s wearing a black dress with heels with stockings. My eyes scan her body and I feel myself harden. She’s on her phone while she waits for me to pick her up.
She’s breathtaking.
Whenever I see her, I have this overwhelming urge to wrap her in my arms.
What is this connection?
Why can’t I stop thinking about her for even a minute?
I need to get a fucking handle on it right now.
Ashley
I wait nervously on the curb of the hospital for my ride to the children’s hospital. I glance down at myself in my black dress. I’m as nervous as hell. It was two hours before I got Owen settled last night, and when I finally got back to my sexter, he wasn’t online—obviously pissed, thinking I had ditched him.
God, what a mess. My life is like a bad sitcom.
“The car is this way,” a voice mumbles from behind me.
Huh?
I turn to see Cameron walking past me with his briefcase in his hand. What the hell? I follow him through the parking lot, but he doesn’t say a word. My heart hammers in my chest. His car beeps as he opens it and we climb into the low luxury seats.
“Hello.” I smile nervously.
He checks the mirrors as I watch him. Isn’t he going to say anything to me at all?
“Hello,” he replies emotionlessly as he pulls out into the traffic.
He has his playboy sunglasses on and a dark charcoal suit with a crisp, light blue shirt and tie. His dark hair is messy perfection, and his day old growth is darkening his square jaw.
This man is the epitome of gorgeous. The way he smells. The way he looks. His mind. His beautiful, filthy mind.
I watch him.
His eyes stay glued to the road in front.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
He continues to drive and I turn to watch the road in front of us with my mind in overdrive. Was that even him messaging me last night?
What if it wasn’t?
“Did you have a nice night?” I ask nervously.
He glances over at me. “I did.” He raises a brow and I can tell he’s pissed off.
It was him!
“Did you?” he asks.
I clasp my hands so tight in my lap. “It started out well, but my Internet dropped out and it didn’t come back on until this morning,” I lie.
His eyes meet mine and he lifts his chin defiantly, as if not believing it for a minute.
I wonder did he go out last night after we spoke. For all I know he could have been at the Escape Lounge fucking some model all night.
Stop it!
His phone rings, connecting through the Bluetooth of the car. “Hello, Cameron Stanton,” he answers.
“Hello, Dr. Stanton. This is Pauline from Pediatric records at the children’s hospital.”
“Hello, Pauline.”
“Sorry to bother you, sir. We have a small problem.”
He exhales. “What’s that?”
“We have a new staff member and, unfortunately, when she was scanning the reports into the patient files, the latest report you did for Sasha Mills is not in there, and we’re unable to locate the original one.”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I will call in and resend it over to you.”
“Thank you. I just knew you wouldn’t be happy if it wasn’t here when you arrive.”
“Thank you for your call.” He hangs up.
He drives for a minute more and then turns abruptly. “We just have to make a quick detour.”
“Okay.”
He flies down the road and we sit in silence. I’m not sure what to say and he is clearly ignoring me. Finally, he pulls into a swanky suburb and pushes a code into a gated community security gate. The doors swing open and I frown. “Are we going to your office?” I ask.
“My office in my house.”
My eyes widen. He lives here? We turn a few corners down a long road, and he pulls into a large driveway with huge gates. He pushes another security code in and the gates swing open to reveal the most horrifying thing I think I have ever seen.
He’s rich.
This house is a mansion—like, an over the top mansion. He pulls up in the circular driveway. “Can you come in for just a minute?”
I nod, distracted by the luxury I’m surrounded by. “Is this your house?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he answers as he climbs out of the car and opens the front door with his fingerprint in some space-age key system. I get out of the car and slowly walk up the front steps as my eyes stare up at the high ceilings.
“I won’t be a minute,” he calls out from a room up the hall. “Actually, can you put the coffee machine on and I will make us one?”
“Okay,” I whisper as I look around. I don’t even know where the kitchen is.
“Kitchen is toward the back wing,” he calls, as if reading my mind.
“Okay.” I walk down a grand hallway to find the kitchen and my jaw nearly hits the floor. Beautiful and spotless—not a dirty cup or dish in sight. I look around as I feel my dread start to creep in. This is the most beautiful house I have ever been in, and the cleanest.
I glance out into the yard. The pool area looks like a resort pool.
Fuck off.
This is stupid rich.
I turn the coffee machine on and walk up the hall where I heard his voice come from before. “Hello?”
“In here,” he calls.
I continue up the hall until I come to the room he’s in. It’s an office—a huge, swanky office. He’s sitting behind a large mahogany desk which faces the door, printing out a report. I stand nervously in front of him.
“Is this your house?” I ask meekly.
His eyes meet mine. “Yes.”
“W-who do you live here with?” I stammer.
He sits back in his chair and swings side to side as he assesses me. “I live here alone.”
I look around at the opulent surroundings. “You’re not married?”
His eyes darken and he stands abruptly. “Not married.”
“Girlfriend?” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “No.”
My eyes hold his as he walks toward me. “Do you want the tour of my house?”
I nod because all the words have left my brain.
I follow him out of the office and down the hall. “This is the party room.”
I peer into the room that opens out onto a pool area and I fake a smile.
“This is a guest bedroom.” He gestures to a bedroom to the left.
We keep walking down. “Gym.” He gestures to a room filled with gym equipment. We get to a door and he walks past it.
“What’s in there?” I ask.
He turns to face me. “Laundry room.” He opens the door and I peer in. The room is smaller and darkened, the blind pulled down. For some reason, I like this small room and I walk past him and head into it. He follows me and then closes the door behind him.
Shit. My breath catches.
Suddenly alone together in such a small space, the energy between us starts to zap, and he steps forward to look down at me.
My heart starts to race.
My eyes drop to his large lips and he stands still for a moment as our arousal rises between us. He steps forward again until I am effectively wedged between the washing machine and his hard body.
“I like your laundry room,” I whisper up at him.
He towers above me. “I like you,” he whispers back.
My eyebrows rise. “You do?”
He nods as he steps toward me again.
“But, I have a problem,” he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward against mine.
Oh man. He’s hard. I can feel him through his pants.
“What?” I breathe.
“I’m unable to act on it.”
Holy crap.
“Why?” I whisper.
“I’m not allowed to ask interns out.” His eyes drop to my lips and his hips pin me to the washing machine. He pumps them forward and I nearly combust.
“Nobody has to know what happens between us,” I breathe.
In slow motion, he bends and kisses my neck, and my eyes close by themselves. “Can you keep a secret?” he breathes against my skin.
I nod. I’m unable to answer. This is the best damn laundry room I’ve ever seen. His hands snake around my behind and he pulls me to him, and then his lips are on me. His tongue tentatively brushes against mine as he goes deeper and deeper. His body has me pinned in place so hard, it’s almost painful. His hands move to hold my jaw, positioning me the way he wants me. Holy fucking shit. I have never been kissed like this before.
He’s desperate to have me.
Suddenly we are frantic, as if all the sexual tension we’ve been feeling for the last week is set free in this room. He aggressively lifts me, sitting me on the washing machine and ripping my legs apart so he can move between them. My hands go to the back of his head and he starts to drag me onto his waiting hard cock.
Oh dear God.
His mouth is ravaging my neck, while his hands are roaming up and down my body.
“You feel so fucking good, Bloss,” he growls into my open mouth.
He remembered. He remembered what he called me that night, all those years ago.
He suddenly lifts my legs around his waist, and his hand slips under my blouse to skim my ribcage and cup my breast.
Holy… shit! I’m going to come, right here, right now.
His hand grabs the back of my hair and he pulls it aggressively so that my head tips back and our eyes meet.
“Do you know how badly I want you?” he breathes.
Unable to answer, I nod.
“My bed. Now.” He growls as he grinds me through his pants.
“Cameron,” I whisper. “Work,” I breathe. God, we are supposed to be at an appointment in twenty minutes.
“I can’t wait.”
“You… have to,” I pant.
“I want you now.” He grinds against me hard again as he bites my neck painfully.
Holy crap. This man.
“Tonight,” I breathe. “Tonight, you can have me.”
He kisses me again, slower, as if slightly satisfied with that answer “I want all of you tonight.”
I smile against his lips. Unable to pretend anymore, I whisper the words, “C'est moi qui veut tous vous.
Translation: It’s me that wants all of you.
He smirks as he kisses me. “I fucking knew it was you.” He pulls back to look at me. “Why did you say you didn’t know me?”
I rub my fingers through his stubble as my eyes search his. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I lost my phone.” Suddenly, his passion turns to regret, and he kisses me softly as he runs his fingers through my hair to straighten it back out. “You’re a bad influence, Ashley Tucker.” He smiles sexily. “Seducing me in my laundry room on my way to work.”
As if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I see the fun, carefree man I met in Vegas standing in front of me, and I feel like I can finally be myself with him, once again, as we kiss tenderly.
Oh, it’s still there. That feeling between us is still there.
“What are you going to do when I suck your dick under the desk in your office, Dr. Stanton?” I smile up at him.
His eyes widen. “That can’t happen, Ashley.”
“It might. This tongue gets pretty crazy.” I stick it out and wave it around.
He smirks. “No, I’m serious. I can’t...” He stops, all flustered. “You can’t ever do that. I will lose my job. I’m not supposed to be going anywhere near you. Nobody can know about this. Ever!”
I stand on my tiptoes and run my tongue over his lips. “What if I swallowed?”
He smiles and grabs me roughly as he half tackles me up against the wall. “You’re still a fucking great wife.” He turns me and pushes me in the direction of door and slaps my behind hard.
I stumble as I reach the hallway, and he falls back into his role-play. He gestures to the laundry. “And that’s the laundry room, where dirty things go to be cleaned.”
I laugh and he leans in to kiss me. “I’m going to have to punish you for accidently forgetting me on purpose,” he whispers against my lips.
I bite his bottom lip and drag it out. “That was my plan all along.”
He grabs me hard, and our eyes lock. “You’re going to fucking get it tonight.”
A thrill of excitement runs through me. “And you better have your blue pills ready.”
It’s 3pm and I am sitting in our hospital’s cafeteria with Amber and the other interns. Cameron and I spent the morning at the children’s hospital, and I practically floated around the corridor watching him with the children, mesmerized by everything that came out of his perfect mouth. He was focused on his job, but when we left he stole a kiss in the car and promised me more carnal things. I’m hardly able to wipe the goofy grin from my face. He kissed me. He’s still here—the beautiful, witty guy I met in Vegas is still alive, he just hides himself at work under this serious exterior. It’s a requirement of being in the medical profession, but I’m so glad that I’m the one getting to peek behind his mask. I’m bursting to ring Jenna and tell her of the latest development.
“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay,” they all reply, distracted.
I walk up the hall and dial her number. She answers on the first ring. “Hello? Oh my God. Guess what?” she cries out.
“What?”
“Elliot asked me out tomorrow night.”
I smile broadly. “Great.” I bite my bottom lip. “Holy shit. I have news, too.”
“What?”
“We kissed. I ‘fessed up to knowing him.”
“What?”
“I know. He’s still the same. He hasn’t changed at all and he wants to see me tonight,” I whisper as I screw up my face. That means she has to babysit again. “Is that okay?”
“Oh my God, yes, of course.” She laughs. “Oh hang on, aren’t you working at Exotic tonight?”
“No.”
“Yes, remember that girl asked you to swap the shift.”
“Oh fuck. Is… Is that tonight?” I stammer.
“Yes, hang on. Let me check the diary on my phone.” She disappears for a minute and then comes back. “Yes, you start at nine.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I whisper. I rub my hand through my hair in despair. I want to see him tonight. Damn it.
“Just make it tomorrow night.”
I frown. “No, you have your date with Elliot tomorrow night.” I pause as I think of a solution. “Doesn’t matter. Maybe the next night.” I smile sadly.
“Sounds good. Woohoo, look at us go.” She laughs. “Elliot called me twice today already.”
“It’s been a great day. See you tonight, babe.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and blow out a defeated breath. Maybe I should call in sick tonight. But then I won’t get paid and I really need the money.
Damn it, why do I have to have this shitty fucking job? I drag my feet back to the cafeteria feeling very sorry for myself, only to find that Cameron is sitting with the other interns. This day just got a little better. I take a seat opposite him. “Hello.” I smile.
“Hello, Ashley.” Our eyes linger on each other. Amber is already deep in flirtation mode with him. “So, Dr. Stanton, what do you do to unwind?” she asks as she runs her fingers through her long, dark hair
“I like Vegas and ice cream shops,” he answers without hesitation.
I smirk at the floor. His memory is spot on, I click into my Facebook account on my phone to message him.
“What are you doing over there?” Amber asks as her eyes flash to me.
“Just downloading the Find My Phone app,” I reply. Amber frowns. “I would hate to ever have to give a lame excuse to someone about losing my phone.”
Cameron’s eyes hold mine and he tries his hardest to hide his sarcastic grin. He fails miserably. I flick onto Facebook and message him.
Change of plans.
He keeps talking to Amber and I roll my eyes.
I continue my one-sided conversation.
My mother is flying in unannounced and I can’t do tonight.
Can we do Friday instead?
He laughs at something Amber has said and I frown as I keep typing.
Sorry, it’s annoying.
I really wanted to see you tonight
xxx
I fake a smile as I act like I know what they are talking about, and I hold my phone up to him as he glances over at me. Look at your phone, stupid. He takes the hint and opens his Facebook. I start talking to Scott who is on the other side of me. A message bounces back.
No.
I read it and frown. He glares at me, and I type back.
What do you mean no?
He responds.
I’m seeing you tonight.
Tell your mother she can see you on Friday.
I fake a smile and reply. Somebody is horny.
Don’t be a baby.
I will see you Friday.
A message fires back immediately.
I mean it. Stop pissing me off.
I fake a smile as I start to become infuriated.
Friday.
Take it or leave it!
He answers.
Leave it!
Oh… this guy is something else. Hasn’t he ever been told no before?
I reply.
Stop being so high maintenance.
He reads the message and his eyes bulge in fury. I can’t hide my smirk. God, he’s like a two–year-old. He types his message with so much force, I’m surprised he doesn’t crack the screen.
I’m not high maintenance.
Although you may soon be no maintenance.
I smile sweetly at him across the group and he purses his lips in anger. I reply sweetly.
When you are finished being a spoilt brat…
Call me.
xx
I stand and smile at the group. “I’m getting back to it, guys. See you later.”
He narrows his eyes and I walk up the hall to visit Gloria.
Club Exotic
10pm
I walk along the back of the club wearing my long, dark wig and my next to nothing cream leather outfit. My mind is on Cameron Stanton and what I could be doing tonight. I’m collecting drinks again. I think this is my favorite job here at Club Exotic. I get to see what is going on and walk around without making a million drinks for a million men.
“Vivienne.”
I turn to see the man from the other night. “Hello.”
He grabs my hand. “Have you come looking for me?” He smiles sexily.
I laugh. “No.” I take my hand out of his and bend to pick up a glass from a table. “I’m collecting glasses.”
His hand drops to my behind as his eyes travel to my breasts. “I will get you into the Escape Lounge.” He raises a sexy eyebrow. “You do know that, right?”
I shake my head and smirk. “Keep dreaming.”
He bends and kisses my cheek. “Very soon, Vivienne.” He then brushes by me before he heads down to the Escape Lounge. I smirk as my eyes follow him. He is one sexy son of a bitch.
“Ashley,” a familiar voice snaps, and I turn to see Cameron standing behind me. He’s furious. I can practically see the red glow around him.
My eyes widen. Oh no.
“Or should I call you Vivienne?” He sneers.