I ducked my head into Trent's room at the end of my shift. It was almost dawn and I was exhausted. He had fallen asleep with my iPad clutched in his hand, so I'd left him alone throughout the night.
He still held the iPad. I decided to leave it with him for now. Maybe he'd learn something from one of the books.
Eh, he'd probably just look at porn.
I almost laughed. Men were so predictable. It usually disgusted me but when I thought of him... pleasuring himself... I felt something else entirely.
I felt turned on.
"Alexandra, there you are,"
I turned to see Dr. Richardson bearing down on me. He was a cardiologist but not a very good one. He basically just cleared patients for surgery. He didn't do surgery himself.
And he was very handsy with the nurses.
Especially me.
He had taken a particular shine to me for some damnable reason.
I sighed and pinned a very impersonal look to my face.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"When are you going to let me take a crack at you Alexandra?"
"Excuse me?"
He stepped in closer. I could smell antiseptic and aftershave along with his not so fresh breath. I felt a wave of nausea from the smell.
"Come on, don't be such a fucking prude."
"I have work to do Dr. Richardson. Please excuse me."
I turned and opened the closest door. I leaned against it, closing my eyes.
"Does that happen to you a lot?"
I opened my eyes. Of course I was in Trent's room. Of course.
And he'd heard the whole thing.
I shrugged. I should leave, but I wanted to make sure Dr. Richardson was gone.
Until then I was sitting tight.
"I'll kick his ass if he bothers you again."
I laughed.
"You are in no shape to do any ass kicking at the moment, Mr. Davis."
"But I will be."
He was grinning at me. He was so arrogant. Normally, I hated arrogant men. But somehow, it worked on him.
I couldn't help it. I smiled back.
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
I looked at him. I knew I shouldn't answer. But I did. Maybe it was because it was dawn and everything was so quiet. Maybe it's because Dr. Richardson had thrown me off his game.
Maybe it was the searching look in Trent's eyes.
"No."
I couldn't have explained the look of relief that came over his face. But there it was.
My heart was beating as I stared at him, momentarily transfixed.
"Here, your iPad."
He held it out to me. I shook off the weird mood that had come over me. I was just exhausted. I needed sleep.
"Keep it."
"You don't need it?"
"No, I'm just going to go home and pass out. Just-don't look at anything crazy on there. It could get me in trouble."
"Crazy?"
"You know. Porn."
His face changed suddenly. He looked like he'd just swallowed something that tasted terrible. Or glass.
"I don't watch porn."
I snorted. Like I believed that.
"Well, whatever, just don't get me in trouble, okay?"
He smiled at me innocently.
"Never."
"Alright, good night. Try to get some rest."
"You too, Sexy Lexi."
Chapter Six Trent
I was in heaven. And hell. All at the same time. Lexi had come in today with a large bucket and a loofah. Now she was carefully and meticulously washing my body.
I closed my eyes, trying to savor the moment. No, fuck that, I was trying to control my cock. I'd been in shock when she told me.
"You are getting your wish."
"What?"
"A doctor ordered sponge bath."
Oh fuck.
Now here I was, my teeth gritted, my body tense. Straining with the effort not to let the monster rise.
I was losing.
Every touch, every softly spoken word, it was the most arousing thing I'd experienced in my life.
A fucking sponge bath.
I'd fucked gorgeous girls by the hundreds. I'd done three ways, four ways, orgies, anal, bondage. You name it.
But this woman was driving me mad with a sponge bath.
She wasn't even being gentle about it.
"Turn over."
I rolled to my side, finally losing the battle with my cock. It was already semi-hard and it rose to full fucking mast in a heartbeat.
She roughly scrubbed my back and my ass. I clenched my jaw as her sponge moved down my thighs. It was... oh God! I felt like I could fucking cum just from that fucking sponge!
Heaven help me if she touched my cock.
I would shoot. I knew it. I would spurt into the air like a teenage boy.
Fuck me.
I was seriously falling for this woman. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. But there was no denying it.
I was starting to think I had a chance with her. For more than just a sport fuck. To have her, for real.
But not if she found out who I was before I could ease her into it.
How the fuck I could do that was beyond me. Good girls like Lexi didn't date porn stars. Hell, she was so serious, I wasn't sure if she dated. Period.
Never mind a piece of shit like me.
"Are you comfortable like this? I'd like to do your hair but not if you have too much pressure on your cast."
I moaned.
"What?"
"It's-it's fine."