"How did she get the patient's file?" I looked over and saw Joey standing behind the counter. I gave her a hard glare, and she held her hands up in defense.
"It was sitting right here. I thought she was cleared for discharge." She raised an eyebrow in question, but I didn't answer her.
Damn it, I didn't even know her name.
Meanwhile...
Sheryl
"Let's get some coffee!" my cousin Lizzy shouted as she jumped up from our table and started walking backward towards the cafeteria. Her brown curly hair bounced with her steps as she nearly bumped into two people along the way. Her moonwalk made it clear she didn't need another stimulant, but I sure did.
My body was still buzzing from the intense experience Dr Davies had given me hours ago, and I needed something to calm me down. If this is what true intimacy was really like, I'd been missing out.
I was starting to think the ones I'd been having by myself weren't real at Masturbating by myself was not real
When Dr Davies had touched me, it was as if my body came to life for the first first time.
I still couldn't believe I did that.I had moaned for a stranger, my panties were stained for him.
I was chalking it up as one final audacious thing I did before I got married next week. I was guessing Sammy would never talk to me the way Dr Davies did today. I knew for a fact he didn't elicit the same response from my body that Dr Davies did.
I followed Lizzy to the cafeteria, needing another dose of caffeine so I could try to forget about my impending strong need to a man I'd met only a handful of times.
The only time I ever talked to him was when I was trying to reach my father. I hadn't even so much as hugged the guy. I was just as shocked as everyone else when I got the wedding invitation in the mail. An invitation to a wedding I didn't even know was happening until two weeks ago.
Apparently, right after I graduated from college, I was to be wed. Glad I got the invitation, otherwise, I might not have known.
I'd planned to come to town and tell my father that I would marry his lawyer over my dead body, but I got shut down fast when he informed me that if I didn't do as he commanded, he'd cut me off from seeing my grandmother.
I had just graduated with my business degree, and I didn't need him or his money anymore. I could get a job and make my own life, but telling me he'd never let me see my bedridden grandmother again was enough to have me doing whatever it was he wanted.
It was the nail in my wedding coffin.
My grandmother was all I had. I had no idea how she put up with him, but she didn't have anyone else to rely on. Having never known my mother, I clung to her as I was growing up. She was the only softness in my life.
My father just treated me like an object he could use to further his political career. I was shipped off to boarding school at the age of eight, where I stayed until I graduated high school and went right into college.
Both were all-girls schools. My mother died in childbirth, so my grandmother stepped in as best as she could. My father had the final say, though, using my need for a good education as a reason to send me away.
Thankfully, I had my grandmother's letters to keep me company, and any holiday I had, she would come visit me, saying I didn't need to come home.
I think she knew even then that he held all the power over me, and as she got older and her health began to fail, he now had power over her. The two of us tried to cling to one another while someone else called the shots.
Maybe that's why I had my reaction to Dr Davies. I'd never met a man like him. He had power within him, but it didn't feel like he wanted to control me. No, it felt like so much more than that.
It felt like Dr Davies wanted to consume me.
He wanted to immerse himself in my being, yet in his presence, I felt like I had the upper hand. He exuded sensuality and masculinity, and it woke something inside me I didn't even know was there.
"Two black coffees, please," Lizzy said to the barista, and he gave her a look like, really? What did she expect?
The cafeteria was worn, with old vending machines, outdated furniture, and a tiled floor that had seen better days. I liked it, though. It went with the town.
The place felt familiar, like everyone knew everyone else.
Sadly, I didn't know anyone here, and I grew up in the town. Well, technically, it was my home address, but I was never here.
I was always away at school or some kind of summer program.
When I did get to come home, I spent all my time with my grandmother at the family estate.
My father now lived in the governor's mansion, and oddly enough, I'd never even been inside it. Although I was going to see it soon because I was getting married there next week. I had to hold back the eye roll at my own thoughts.
"Two regular coffees will be fine," I finally said, seeing that neither one of them was going to move. "Whatever kind of coffee you've got is fine." The barista filled two paper cups and slid them across the counter to us.
"He didn't even add sugar." Lizzy eyed the coffee like it might burn her. I didn't blame her, but at this point, I just didn't care.
I'd drink anything. "Told you we should have gone to DeDe's." She pouted at not going to the nice café in town, but I wanted to come here because it was different from places I normally went to.
I found myself wanting different things and experience a lot lately.
"Just drink it quickly." I grabbed one of the cups and took a long swig. The bitterness of cheap coffee made me cringe, but for some reason, I smiled.
Lizzy coughed, then grabbed a stranger's juice next to us to use as a chaser.
She was comical about it, and it gave the stranger an opening to talk to us. "Can I buy you ladies another? It's the least I could do for the bride-to-be."
I adjusted the stupid sash I was wearing. Lizzy and Brandy demanded I put on the pink band emblazoned with 'Bride-To-Be' in pink lettering. The guy was attractive, but not Dr Davies-attractive.
The thought pulled my mind back to the doctor again.
His thick, muscular body leaning close to mine. His huge hand on my waist as he held me in place. His dark-blond, shaggy hair and scruffy beard made him look wild.
His waist was trim, exaggerating his broad shoulders, and those arms looked like he could lift ten of me.
He looked like he'd run an underground medical club on one of those TV shows.
I bet he even has a secret lab. God, what would it feel like to be with him in his world?
I squeezed my thighs together as I remembered his presence.
I thought about the thrill of a forbidden encounter and having him so close, and it was enough to have me flushed all over again.
Just the thought of Dr Davies had me hotter than I'd ever been in my life, and all I could think about were his intense eyes on me.