His enormous, beautiful cock.
I shook my head. I should not be thinking these things.
"Trent. It is normal for a patient to develop-an attachment to his or her caregiver. I promise you, the instant you leave the hospital, you will forget I even exist."
"I highly fucking doubt that."
I blinked at him.
He did seem pretty damn sure of himself.
"I-I have to go. I'm sorry. Please-"
He grabbed my wrist as I passed him. His hand was warm and strong. His thumb brushed against my palm, sending delicious tingles spiraling through my body.
With his hand.
Just his hand.
"Please what?"
I swallowed nervously. I looked at him. I was begging. I knew it. I was ashamed of my weakness.
But I was weak. I would fall, if he kept pushing me towards the edge.
"I have work to do-a job. It's important. People are counting on me-I-"
I felt my eyes starting to well up with tears.
I did the only thing I could think of in that moment.
I ran.
Chapter Seven Trent
I was getting to her. I knew it.
Lexi had smiled at me today. A real smile. And not one out of pity. And not because I'd said something stupid.
No, I'd just told her how much I was enjoying her books.
That smile felt like the sun breaking through the clouds on a rainy day.
Oh yeah, I was in trouble.
And for some stupid reason, I could not stop smiling. It was a big day, in more ways than one. I'd been here almost three weeks. Three weeks of sitting on my ass, plotting and planning on how to break down the Ice Queen's walls.
It was working.
But it wasn't just that.
Today, I got to walk. It was hard as fuck. It hurt, especially my leg where it had gotten chewed up. But it was also the most God damned liberating thing I'd done in my life.
Basically, today was the best day of my life.
That might be hard to believe considering my lifestyle, but it was true. I had actually come to appreciate the little things. And I didn't even want a drink to celebrate.
Or a line.
I just wanted to walk up to Lexi and carry her off somewhere to have my way with her. My very, very thorough way with her.
I wasn't quite up to carrying anyone away yet.
But soon.
It was late but I couldn't sleep. I was off pain meds, other than basic anti-inflammatories. And I was too excited to lay still.
I eased my feet to the floor and reached for the cane. It was a clunky metal thing, not the pimped out sort of cane I would have chosen for myself.
Carved wood. Maybe with a dragon on top. Or a snake.
Ha.
I limped into the hallway and looked both ways for my prey. There she was. Sitting at the nurses' station.
Doing paperwork or monitoring the sleeping patients presumably.
I was still for a moment, just watching her.
She reached back, tucking her hair behind her ear. Then she ran her hand over her neck, squeezing gently. She looked beautiful. And exhausted. And tense.
That was something I would be more than happy to help her with.
I was very, very good at tension release.
She looked up as I approached, her amazing eyes wide in the dim fluorescent lighting.
"Trent. Are you alright? You should have paged me."
I grinned at her stupidly. I loved hearing her say my name. Damn if it wasn't the best thing I'd heard in a long time.
"I can't sleep."
She frowned and reached for her keys.
"I can give you something, but just for tonight."
"I don't want anything. I just didn't want to be alone."
Her mouth opened in the adorable way it did when she was surprised.
"Oh."
I came behind the nurses' station and sat in one of the chairs.
"Do you mind?"
She looked uncertain.
"You really shouldn't be back here, Trent..."
I smiled and rolled the chair just outside the station.
"Better?"
She laughed, shaking her head at me.
"Are you sure you don't just want a sleeping pill? Hospitals aren't the easiest places to sleep, I know."
I smiled, looking over my shoulder towards the bookshelf in the hallway. There were ratty old magazines, books and board games. Along with several, presumably incomplete, decks of cards.
"Do you play poker?"
She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Trent..."
I held up my hands.
"We don't have to play for money."
She gave me a look, clearly knowing what kind of game I would like to play.
"Or clothes."
She laughed, rolling her eyes.
"Okay. It's a good thing we aren't playing for money though. I'm notoriously lucky at cards."
I grinned as she walked across the hall to grab the cards.
I didn't mind not playing for money, or clothes.
I had plenty of other things I wanted to play for.
Lexi
"I'll stay."
Trent looked supremely confident as he held his cards. I doubted he could beat me though, I had three tens. And his outlandish bets were making me laugh. He'd even got me playing along.