He rolls over and closes his eyes, and I sprint back up the hall to my phone to read his latest message.
Touch yourself
Oh hell. He wants a sexting orgasm. Fuck, so do I. I smile deviously as I message him back.
I’ve been touching myself every night thinking about you.
I want the real thing…
A response bounces back immediately.
Fucking hell!
Get your ass over here now!
9
Ashley
Oh God, I wish…
I can’t.
He answers.
I’m coming to you.
What’s your address?
“Mom,” Owie calls from his bedroom. Oh, fucking hell.
Perfect timing.
I throw my phone down and run up the hall just in time to see Owen vomit all over his bed.
“Oh, baby.”
He starts to cry as he vomits again. I pick him up and carry him into the bathroom.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
He cries.
“It’s alright. It’s just a vomiting bug or something. You will be okay.” I take off his clothes and put him under the shower. He finally settles and now I’ve got to go clean the sheets.
So much for my sexting session.
Arousal level… instant zero.
Cameron
I sit at my desk as I roll the pen between my fingers. It’s 6am and I’m at the hospital early. No use me staying in bed. I can’t fucking sleep anyway.
I jacked off three times last night and still I can’t stop thinking about her now.
What’s it going to take to rid myself of this uncontrollable urge to have Ashley Tucker beneath me?
Why did she disappear last night? I thought we were getting somewhere and then… gone.
Maybe I’m reading this all wrong? Maybe it isn’t her? I stare into space for a while as I try to gain some perspective on the situation. I blow out a deep breath because there is no perspective.
This is just fucked up.
She’s my intern. I’m her boss and I have the uncontrollable urge to bend her over every hard surface in the hospital. I rub my eyes and shake my head. Jameson walks past the office and glances in, and then doubles back.
“Hey, you’re in early?” He smiles.
“Morning. I had some reports to get done.”
“Do you want a coffee? I’m going down now.”
“Yeah, that would be great. How’s Hanna?” I ask.
“She’s good. Any day, I think. She’s due on Thursday.”
I smirk. “Four kids, man.”
“Fuck, don’t remind me. I feel old enough as it is.”
He narrows his eyes and I get the feeling he has something to say, so I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Can I ask you something… off the record?” he asks.
I nod. “Of course.” He glances around and then shuts the office door.
What’s this about?
He takes a seat and hesitates for a moment “So… what’s the deal with Ashley Tucker?”
I frown. Fuck. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
I shake my head and sit up, acting guilty while perching on my chair. “No, Ashley and I are strictly business.”
His knowing eyes hold mine and my stomach drops with more guilt. He knows I’m lying though my teeth. “You do know our whole professional image depends on how you handle these interns.”
I bite my bottom lip to stop myself saying something I’ll regret.
“The board is watching. Fuck around with the nurses all you want Cameron, but don’t touch the interns.”
I nod once, annoyed that I’m being pulled in line for the first time ever.
He stands and smiles. “I knew you would agree with me on this.”
Half an hour later, I’m at the entrance of the hospital, watching her standing out on the curb as she waits for me.
Her thick, honey blonde hair hangs around her shoulders and she’s wearing a black dress with heels with stockings. My eyes scan her body and I feel myself harden. She’s on her phone while she waits for me to pick her up.
She’s breathtaking.
Whenever I see her, I have this overwhelming urge to wrap her in my arms.
What is this connection?
Why can’t I stop thinking about her for even a minute?
I need to get a fucking handle on it right now.
Ashley
I wait nervously on the curb of the hospital for my ride to the children’s hospital. I glance down at myself in my black dress. I’m as nervous as hell. It was two hours before I got Owen settled last night, and when I finally got back to my sexter, he wasn’t online—obviously pissed, thinking I had ditched him.
God, what a mess. My life is like a bad sitcom.
“The car is this way,” a voice mumbles from behind me.
Huh?
I turn to see Cameron walking past me with his briefcase in his hand. What