Tap Out (Reaper's Den Book One) - Nikki Mays Page 0,17

just calm my nerves.

I’m like Mary freaking Poppins with how positive and shit I am today. I can totally look on the bright side of everything. Like I’m bright and positively sure that I’m getting as drunk as quickly as humanly possible when I’m finished with my shift. See…bright side.

I growl out loud when I see the call light go off for room 624. “This gigantic pain in my ass.” I mumble to myself, but I guess not low enough.

“Girl, I do not know why you are so damn grumpy.” Jennifer, one of my fellow nurses states. “If I was you, I’d be on cloud freaking nine to get to be all up on that delicious piece of meat in there. That man is sex personified. I can’t imagine any other woman EVER complaining about being near him.”

“Yeah, that’s the freaking problem.” I mutter petulantly to myself. But loudly I say, “I just don’t like how many times that he’s pressed the call bell just for water or crackers. It’s annoying.”

Jen blinks at me like I’m the dumbest person that she’s ever met and truth be told, I might just be. Like she said, what other woman would not want to go running in there?

“I better go see what he needs.” I say before she can reply. She just nods slowly at me as I get up and walk towards his room.

Am I being a bit of a baby? Okay, sure, maybe a tiny smidgen amount. But come on! I had to watch some chick try to fuck his mouth! There is only so much that I’m willing to put up with. He’s gorgeous, inside and out. Of course women are going to be all over him. But I just can’t deal with that. A stronger, less used up version of me would’ve been able to deal, about three boyfriends ago. But truthfully, I’m just too tired of being used, giving everything that I have, only to be tossed away when someone better comes along. I’ve got nothing left.

With that sad and depressing thought, I pump some hand sanitizer that’s hanging on the wall, into my hands and knock on his door. The “come in” is immediate. I push the door open and have to count to ten in my head to mentally get myself back in the game. Because of freaking course Danny would be sitting there shirtless. That jackass knows damn well how much I enjoyed staring, licking, biting….got to stop.

I give myself a mental slap and plaster the fake smile back onto my face. I can see his eye twitch. He’s obviously not getting the response that he was hoping for.

“Is there something that you need? More pain meds?” I ask hopefully. Maybe this time they’ll knock his stubborn ass out.

“Besides you?” I narrow my eyes but keep my smile in place. “Just some help choosing my dinner.”

I blow out air through my nose like I’m a raging bull. A raging bull who’s currently smiling like a deranged clown, but whatever. “You need help choosing what you want for dinner?” I ask oh so slowly. I mean, I know that the male species in general aren’t overly cautious, but he can’t be dumb enough to tempt fate like this. He’s one stupid question away from getting poisoned or possibly given the wrong medication.

Okay fine, I would never do something like that, but a girl can daydream. I’ll analyze much later as to why I’m suddenly daydreaming about being homicidal. I should probably stop hanging out with Aimee and Declan so much.

He nods his head and gives me a fake ass helpless look. “I don’t know what would be good for my diet. You know that I’m very specific about it.” And that arrow hits its mark even if he didn’t mean for it to hurt.

The dull ache in my chest starts up again because he’s right. I do know that he’s very specific about his diet. A body like his doesn’t just come from working out. What he puts into his body to fuel it is just as important as how he exercises it.

“There’s nutritional information right next to each thing. I’m sure that you are more than capable of figuring out what you can and can’t eat.” I say in a calm voice, even though I’m anything but.

He sits up a bit and winces when he jostles his arm. My first instinct is to run over to him and check if he’s okay. But I slap