No Attachments - By Tiffany King Page 0,34

until he made his rounds this morning."

"Poor baby," I teased, pushing the down button for the elevator.

"Damn straight," he growled, pulling me even closer once we stepped into the empty elevator. "I was left for hours with only thoughts of you to keep me entertained since the TV in my room was broken."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked as he turned me to face him.

"Only in the aspect that the damn nurses felt they needed to check on me every hour. It doesn't bode well to be turned on while a nurse is hovering over you, asking how you feel."

"I thought all guys had a thing for nurses," I joked, studying his lips that were inches away from mine.

"They have nothing on you," he said, dropping his hot open lips on mine. I whimpered against them as all the desire I'd been holding at bay since the night before roared through me like a hungry lion. Lacing my fingers through his hair, I pulled his head closer to me, unable to get enough. Sensing my need, he lifted me up in his arms so my legs were firmly wrapped around his waist. I gasped as I felt his hardness pressed up against the part of me that was throbbing with need.

"One of these days we're going to do this without any clothes," he whispered against my lips as the elevator dinged, announcing the arrival to our floor.

"And maybe we can even involve a bed," I said, unlocking my legs from around his waist as the elevator doors slid open.

Nathan groaned at my words as if he was in pain. "You're slowly killing me," he said, adjusting his pants.

I couldn't help giggling as he strolled beside me looking uncomfortable. "Fair play can be a bitch," he warned, lacing his fingers through mine.

"Ooh, I'm shaking in my boots," I mocked.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked with his eyes glinting with interest.

"Bring it on, big boy."

"Oh, it's on," he said, dragging me in for a hard kiss before helping me into his vehicle.

I was smiling at his threat as he climbed behind the wheel. I enjoyed the obvious power I had over him and was relieved it wasn't one-sided. "How about some lunch since I ripped you off at dinner last night?" he asked, backing out of the parking place.

"Can't. I have to be at Fran's by eleven," I answered, glancing at the clock on the dash that showed the current time at a quarter past ten.

"Damn, that gives us hardly enough time to get you there, let alone stopping to get you something to eat."

"That's okay. I'm really not that hungry," I answered truthfully. My appetite was hit or miss lately, and it wasn't unusual for me to skip a meal or two.

"What time do you get off?"

"Six," I answered.

"You can't work for seven hours without eating anything," he said, looking disgruntled before abruptly turning the vehicle into a fast food restaurant right before the highway. "You can eat in the car," he insisted.

"You're kind of pushy, you know that, right?"

"I just know when I'm right," he said, pulling into the drive-thru. "What would you like?" he asked as a nasally voice screeched over the intercom.

"A burger and fries is fine," I said. "Coke to drink," I added.

"Two number fours with Cokes to drink," Nathan said through his open window.

"We won't be serving lunch for another ten minutes, would you like to wait?" the voice squawked over the intercom.

Nathan looked at me questioningly. "I guess that's fine. I'll give Fran a call and tell her I'll be a few minutes late.

"We'll wait," Nathan said into the intercom.

"Pull forward, please."

Stopping in front of the drive-thru window, Nathan handed over a twenty to the cashier who looked harassed, although the day really had just started. "If you park in one of the spaces over there, we'll bring out your food when it's ready," she said, handing over our drinks and change.

"Will Fran mind that you're late?"

"No, she really only hired me to keep her company. I try to lighten her load by handling all the grunt work, but she's a tough old bird," I answered, taking a sip of my soda.

"You sound like you enjoy it," he said.

"I do. It's nice to be accountable to something that makes me feel normal," I admitted, momentarily forgetting who I was talking to. He had an easy laid-back manner that had me disclosing information best left unsaid.

"What do you mean normal?" he asked, taking a sip