scrubs. I pushed my head into the pillow, fucking groaning as I imagined how it would look in a thong.
Nine
“I thought you could use something sweet,” Veronica, my other nurse, said as she set a plate of Oreos on my nightstand.
I thanked her, fixing my pillow, which she made no attempt to help me adjust.
She was adequate, but in the weeks that had passed since I’d hired her, I’d learned that she was no Whitney.
I still had another day before she returned from her two days off, which felt like a goddamn eternity.
“Let me know if you’d like to take a shower or if you need anything else.”
I nodded right before she walked out and popped one of the cookies into my mouth. The dryness immediately hit me, not even the creamy center making a difference.
I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of the plate, attaching it to a text that I addressed to Whitney, and I began to type.
Me: You broke me from ever enjoying an Oreo again.
I finished chewing and was lifting the bottle of water off the nightstand when my phone vibrated, a message showing on the screen.
Whitney: Ha! Welcome to the Addicted Club. How about I bring some tomorrow? Or if you really want, I can swing by tonight.
Me: You’re making a very tempting offer.
Whitney: I’ll see you around seven, and I’ll bring dinner, too, so be hungry. :)
Me: I hope this doesn’t ruin your plans?
Whitney: Caleb, you’re not ruining anything.
I put my phone away and called for Veronica. When she appeared in the doorway, I said, “Let’s do some exercises, and then I’ll take you up on that shower.”
“Hey,” Whitney said as she came into my room at a few minutes before seven.
The electrical fireplace was on across from my bed, the warm glow lighting her face. Even from here, I could tell she hardly had on any makeup, just something shiny on her lips, creating a natural appearance that was achingly beautiful. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a sweater that fell off her shoulders, showing her delicate neck and a sexy collarbone.
“Look at you.” I tried like hell to keep my eyes above her chest.
She attempted to hide her grin as she said, “I told Veronica to take a few hours off. I hope that’s okay?”
As she walked closer, I couldn’t help my stare from dipping again, taking in her olive skin that was teased by the long, dark hair that hung over it, the narrowness of her waist, the gap between her legs. “Perfect.”
“I thought we could eat at your table.” The wheelchair wasn’t far from the bed, and she rolled it over. “Sound good?”
With Whitney coming over on her day off, I certainly didn’t want to spend our time together with only one of us in bed.
In the last week, even with the pain so present, I’d had more practice at getting up. I pulled back the comforter, sliding my legs over the edge of the mattress, feeling for the ground beneath my toes.
“Wow,” she exclaimed, “look at your improvement.”
Her arm slipped around me, guiding me as I got on my feet, and she put the chair behind me once I turned. I reached for the armrests, taking several seconds to breathe through the throbbing in my legs before I carefully sat down.
“Give me a second,” I told her, the burning traveling down my back and into my ass and to my knees.
She shook her head as she stared at me. “You did amazingly well.”
I waited to speak until the agony died down enough. “Amazing will be when I can do it without wanting to rip my legs off.”
She smiled and moved behind me, whispering into my ear, “We’ll have to agree to disagree.”
She brought me into the kitchen, where I saw several paper bags on the island and a large bakery box.
“What’s all this?”
Her laugh was a sound I wanted to pipe through the speakers of my condo, playing it on repeat. “I brought the ingredients for dinner.”
“And you want me to cook?”
She parked me between the stove and island and moved across from me to the other side of the counter. “I was hoping you could tell me what to do, and I could cook for you.”
Air huffed from between my lips. “Whitney, that sounds like a date.”
“You can call it whatever you want,” she joked, using my own words.
She reached into the bags, removing several different types of cheeses, a box of lasagna noodles, sauce,