“It’s nothing,” I uttered.
He simply smirked. Seconds later, he stood and rounded the small round table we sat at until he stood in front of me. My stomach tumbled at his fingers wrapping around the front of my neck. He brought me to stand but didn’t remove his hand. Breathlessly, my mouth parted against his lips.
“You sure it’s nothing, my love?” He kissed my lips, taking my breath away.
“Yes,” I whispered between kisses.
What the hell is this man doing to me?
ADIR
OneminuteIwasin my office, dividing my attention between charts and recalling the way Pretty stared at me over breakfast. The next minute, I joined my trauma team by TRAUMA ROOM 1. Gunshot victims weren’t anything new around here. What was new was walking to the trauma room and seeing Pretty standing there ready to jump into action beside me.
Black scrubs were everyone’s attire. However, my woman looked extra delicious in the set. To think, I almost let this vision escape me because I was too selfish to want her working here knowing how badly I wanted her.
She glanced at the gun in the front of my waist band, then back at me. This wasn’t anything new either. She’d get used to it. I didn’t walk into any room or perform any surgery without my heat on me. Those were times when I was most vulnerable—even with security having my building locked down tighter than some fresh cornrows on two inches of hair. Still, once those doorsclosed with just me and the patient, I wasn’t going to let them think shit was sweet.
I walked up next to Pretty with a smirk. She blushed and gave me a look to stop looking at her like I wanted to hem her up. I did want to hem her up. Once she was ready for us to take things to the next level, I would gladly lead her to ecstasy. Until then, I had to settle for seducing her.
“Stop it,” she mumbled.
Lowly, I chuckled, and her cheeks darkened even more.
Mischievously, I bit my lip. “This is our first time… Working a trauma together, that is.” She’d observed during our last trauma, getting to know how things worked around here. Bianca was right. Pretty was down for the cause. She didn’t question a thing and handled business like Bianca knew she would. My sister deserved a gift for her excellent discernment.
Seconds later, the sounds of emergency crews coming up the hallway took my mind off of Pretty and onto our victim. Inwardly, I had to shake my head at the gaping wound in the young man’s chest. The wound didn’t deter Pretty from moving into action. Like a sexy ass machine, she went to work, readily having everything that I asked for. Glancing down at the young man lying on the gurney, I hated to see death there.
Sometimes, though. There was absolutely nothing I could do.
An hour later, I entered the family conference room to speak with the young man’s family. Pretty accompanied me. For the last few minutes, I’d wondered if she was cool. She’d been quiet and solemn since we called the young man’s time of death.
Clarence Webber stood to shake my hand. I could already see in his eyes that he knew the outcome of his son’s injury. Noticeably, Mrs. Webber was absent. The Webber family owned a local drug store, which they used to house other shit besides prescription medication. They were wealthy and living life quietly. However, their oldest son wanted to be a gangster sobadly. No matter what they did, they couldn’t keep him on the straight and narrow.
"You did everything you could, right?” he questioned.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
He hung his head, then nodded. “Alright. Is he…presentable enough for me to see him?”
“Of course.” I led Mr. Webber from the conference room and to the trauma room where his son’s lifeless body laid covered on the gurney. He took a deep breath, then entered the room. I slid the glass door closed behind him to give him some privacy.
Turning to Pretty, I asked, “You good, baby?”
“Don’t start,” she warned. “There’s no need for that. If I couldn’t handle it, I wouldn’t have applied for the job.”
For a second, I thought about feeling a way about her not needing my reassurance. Then again, her confidence was something to be noted. Working in this field required such confidence. So, I simply smiled.
“I apologize, my love. I didn’t mean to imply that you weren’t built for this.”
She offered me a strange look, one I remembered from this morning, then softly sighed.
“Apology accepted,Dr.Bell. I’ll wait here with Mr. Webber if that’s okay.”
I almost told her no. Instead, I flicked a glance at security, to make sure they understood to keep an eye on her.
“Of course, baby—” I tilted my head. “Of course, Pretty.”
She shook her head and lightly chuckled. “Try again.”
