Chapter Two
Stacey Bronson had been on her feet for ten hours. And she had four more hours to go. She was tired. She was hungry. And she was getting real irritated.
“Stacey?”
She lifted her head from the computer warily as she eyed her co-worker. The other nurse saw her reaction and grimaced. “I’m so sorry, but Dr. Littleston needs you in exam room two.”
Stacey rolled her eyes. “And he couldn’t ask any of the other twelve nurses that were no doubt hanging on his arm?” she grumbled as she put the clipboard down.
“If you went out with him, he’d probably stop requesting you,” the other nurse said with a grin. “After all, once he gets to know you, he’s bound to stop lusting after you.”
“Cute,” Stacey said as she hopped down from her chair. “Real cute.”
Dr. Littleston was easily the hottest doctor in the ER, but he made it a life goal to sleep with as many nurses as possible. And Stacey was fairly certain she was the only one under the age of thirty that hadn’t at least given him a blowjob in the supply closet. All he did all day was make sure he had plenty of time to stare at her ample cleavage. It was disgusting.
She trotted down the hall. Despite her misgivings about the doctor, she tried to treat his summons like she did with any other doctor. Every case that came in was an emergency in the beginning whether it turned out to be true or not. And she would not let her personal feelings about a doctor put a patient in harm’s way.
You can do this. Four more hours, and then you have four whole days off!
She kept chanting it as she pulled the curtain aside in exam room two. It was empty save for the handsome doctor.
“Stacey!” he beamed at her. “I’m so happy you hustled down here.”
Cautiously, Stacey stepped into the room. “What can I do for you, doctor?” she said as she struggled to keep her disgust out of her voice. Stay professional and maybe one day, he’ll do the same.
“I’m not sure this table has been sanitized. I heard the last patient here had more than a few accidents. Could you wipe it down for me?”
In other words, he wanted her to bend over so he could stare at her cleavage. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, she grabbed the sanitizer spray and a clean rag. She could stay on this side and have him stare at her cleavage, or she could move to the other side and have his stare at her ass.
With one hand holding her top close to her chest, she sprayed the table down and started wiping. Satisfied that the table was clean and that she hadn’t given him a show, she straightened. “Will there be anything else?”
“You’re so efficient. I think you’re the only nurse here I haven’t really gotten to know. Have dinner with me, Stacey. I’d like to speak with you about your career here.”
Sure he did. She already felt the shivers of disgust roll down her spin. What a pig.
Stacey was by no means a virgin, but men hadn’t exactly taken priority. She’d grown up in a poor household, and when she’d lost both her parents in high school, she realized that their pitiful insurance money wouldn’t take her far. So she threw herself into her work and immediately started making plans for nursing school. Now that she was four years out, she worked every minute she could to pay off her loans and get her life back on track.
Men asked her out, and occasionally, she dated. It was never serious, but even she needed to blow off a little steam every now and then. But never would she stoop to sleeping with a man just to climb a little higher on the ladder.
“I’m just finishing up a fourteen hour shift, so I’ll probably just crash tonight,” she said as she turned her back.
“It doesn’t have to be tonight. I know you have four days off coming up,” he said. His voice wrapped around her like a straightjacket, and she shuddered.
Before she could voice a professional response, another nurse poked her head in the door. “Dr. Littleston? Nurse Bronson? We need someone to stitch up exam room six.”
“Dr. Pashnell can take care of it,” Littleston said smoothly. “And I’m sure there is another nurse available.”
“Dr. Pashnell is still in exam seven, and he has two more patients to see after that.”
“Is he bleeding to death?” Littleston snapped, and Stacey rolled her eyes. She turned her head and smiled at him.
“We don’t have anything going on. I’ll be happy to help out,” Stacey said encouragingly.
Forced into it, Littleston nodded. “Fine. But I still want you to….”
“I’ll grab the supplies while you examine the patient,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll meet you there.” She skipped out the room before he had a chance to ask her out again.
Safely away from him, she exhaled loudly. It was getting harder and harder not to threaten him with HR. The truth was that she’d only been working at the hospital for a year, and she really didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize her position. This was the best paying job she’d ever had.
Grabbing the supplies that she needed, she hustled down to exam room six. As she swung open the curtain, she tried not to gasp.
Lord, have mercy.
Seated on the table was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Even though he wasn’t standing, she estimated that he had to be least six feet tall. Probably more. He had dark disheveled hair that was cropped close to the top of his ears and the most beautiful crystal blue eyes. Her mouth parted just slightly as she stared at them. They were mesmerizing. His face was long with a strong, narrow chin and scruff that ran from his chin up to those beautiful lips. Suddenly, all she could do was imagine herself kissing those lips.
And that body. He had an athlete’s body. She could see the sinewy muscles that ran down his arms, and he had a strong torso that strained against the white fabric of his shirt. God. Was there anything sexier than a built man in a white t-shirt? A tan muscular man?
“Nurse?”
The sound of Dr. Littleston’s grating voice broke her out of her daydream. She hurried forward with the supplies. The patient’s eyes followed her every step of the way, and she could swear that she saw his pupils dilate. Was he attracted to her? Of course, he’d just been given a local anesthetic, and he was just getting over the pain. He was reacting to that and not to her.
She gave him what she hoped was a warm and pleasant smile, but her heart was racing. Never before had she had such a reaction to a man. Her hands were almost shaking when she touched him. Opening his fingers, she tried to force his hand still while the doctor prepped him.
Thankfully, the patient was holding his hand still on his own, but she didn’t let go. She avoided his gaze, but she could feel electrical currents at the touch. Everything about this man was electrifying.
The doctor prattled on, obviously not recognizing the shift in the room, and when Stacey tentatively raised her gaze, she saw the patient staring at her. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He knew. Not only did he know the effect that he had on her, but also he was enjoying it. She narrowed her eyes. It only made him smile bigger.
“All right, I think I’m finished here. Nurse Bronson will finish you up, and the front desk will take care of you,” Dr. Littleston said as he straightened. He bowed out of the room, and Stacey fumbled with the gauze.
She cleared her throat. This was ridiculous. She was a professional. “Because it’s a minor cut, the stitches should dissolve in the next week or so. Still, try to keep it covered and dry until then. Any strenuous activity might tear them, and then you’ll have to come back, so be careful.”
“And what strenuous activity should I avoid?” he asked softly.
His deep voice wrapped around her seductively, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Securing the wrapping, she quickly backed up. “Anything that would make you hands flex,” she managed.
Turning her back, she logged into the computer to print out his information. “I don’t think you’ll need any pain medicine, but if you experience any pain, don’t hesitate to call us. It could be an indication of something more serious like an infection. When you change the wrappings, make sure you check to see if there is any unusual coloring around the wound.”
She swallowed hard and grabbed the paper. “Do you have any questions,” she asked as she handed it to him.
He reached out to take the paper and brushed a finger over her arm instead. “Do I need to come back?” he asked. His eyes held her gaze, and as much as it rattled her, she wouldn’t back down.
“Not unless you have an issue,” she said, trying to give him a cheery smile. “Have a good day, and be more careful in the future Mr. Gordon.”
“I’m not so sure I can promise that, Mrs. Bronson.”
“Ms. Bronson,” she said automatically. She flushed. “Stacey.” God, why had she given him her name?
He stood, and she wasn’t wrong. He towered over. He was way too close, and before she backed up, she breathed in his male musk. Tangy. Masculine. Sensual. “Stacey,” he repeated in an amused voice.
She met his eyes again. They threatened to drown her if she didn’t tear herself away. “The front desk will take care of you. Just take a left in the hallway,” she squeaked.
He nodded and hesitated like he was going to say something. “Thank you,” he muttered finally and pushed past her. Her heart constricted. For a moment, his words nearly sounded angry.
When enough time had passed, she bolted out of the room. As she passed the front desk, she couldn’t help but shift her eyes to the side to see if he was still there.
He stood at the desk with an equally handsome man, and his lifted and met hers.
And like the coward that she was, she immediately ducked out of sight.