The next few days were a blur of bright lights, being moved around and short periods of extreme pain before passing out again. Olivia had come by to assure me the dogs were alright. Jan was there too to say she would stick around until I was better so the dogs would have someone to take care of them at night.
George had come by, but I honestly think he was just checking to make sure my dick was still attached to my body. He wasn't even subtle about it.
The man came to visit my cock, basically.
On the third day I woke up to see an angel bending over me.
Not just an angel.
The angel.
The one I'd been dreaming about for days.
I hadn't thought she was real, just a figment of my drug addled brain. I mean, I didn't expect movie stars to look like that, let alone a nurse. A movie star playing a nurse maybe.
But here she was, fussing around me, like the others.
Her soft blond hair was pulled back in a neat French Braid. Soft tendrils escaped it, framing a face of indescribable prettiness. Glowing skin, high cheekbones and soft juicy lips that made me want to bite them.
She must have sensed me looking at her because she looked up at me. Our eyes locked and she froze. We both did.
Not that I was going anywhere at the moment.
But right now, I didn't care.
She pulled away from the bed and started fussing with the machine that hung over me. I watched her, hoping she would look my way again. I wanted to get another look at those eyes.
Her eyes were hazel.
But that limp word did not do them justice. The were a combination of pale greens and golds. A little gray. And a hint of blue.
They fucking glowed.
I could spend days looking into those eyes and not get bored.
Not for a second.
"It's you."
She glanced at me as she adjusted the meds on my IV drip.
"What?"
"You are the one who cut me out of my clothes."
"Oh so, you remember that."
"How could I forget?"
She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Because you were high as a kite."
I smiled at her.
"I'm high as a kite now."
She nodded.
"How are you feeling Mr. Davis?"
"Much better now that you are here, Alexandra."
"You remembered my name."
"I wanted to talk to you. To thank you for saving my jacket."
She rolled her eyes at me.
"That's too bad, because I have to finish my rounds."
"Please."
I grabbed her arm, holding her there a moment.
"Don't give me any more meds, I want to be awake when you come back."
She tilted that gorgeous head of hers and really looked at me for the first time.
"I have to run that by Dr. Giangolo."
I smiled at her.
"Do what you have to do."
She nodded and walked away. Not too quickly though. Not so fast I didn't get a good look at her trim back and graceful hips.
You couldn't see a lot through her scrubs, but I could tell she had a great ass.
I just knew it.
Lexi
I returned to Mr. Davis's room to lower the morphine drip after getting permission from the doctor. It was hard not to notice how handsome he was as he lay there sleeping. Even relaxed and broken as he was, his body conveyed power and strength.
That was good. He would need it to recover fully.
It didn't matter to me that he was handsome. Or that he seemed to be somewhat fixated on me.
I cared about the wellbeing of all my patients, even the ornery ones.
And we certainly got our share of those around here.
Just because he was more pleasant to look at didn't mean he could distract me from my work. That could not happen. I had my eyes on Head Nurse and the pay bump that came with that.
Besides the guy was probably a lazy celebrity party animal. I had no patience for that. Not when so many other people had such a heavy load of responsibility.
Partying was not in the game plan. It never had been. I tried not to judge others but I couldn't help but look down on people who were so indulgent.
Every once in a while I had to admit I envied them the luxury of relaxation. The ability to just check out. Take the night off. Let my hair down so to speak.
Fuck, I'd never been allowed to do that.
Not even once.
But none of this affected my professionalism in the slightest. I wasn't just a good nurse. I was a great nurse.
One of the best.
I might not be confident in anything else, but I did know that.
I looked up to see two police officers hovering in the doorway. I flinched, almost feeling sorry for the sleeping man. He'd broken the law. I knew it. I'd seen the tox screen.
He'd had copious levels of several drugs in his system at the time of the accident. And alcohol. He had broken the law, and then some.
Still, I didn't really want them to arrest him.
It would make taking care of him much harder if he was handcuffed to the bed.
I hated that. Try changing a sheet when you patient was shackled. It was not easy.
I stepped backwards, staying to assist if the patient became upset.
"Is he awake?"
I was about to shake my head when I caught him watching me. He was awake. For how long?
A funny feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
He'd been watching me again.
In fact, he'd been watching me, watch him.
I felt a blush stain my cheeks at the thought.