Ten minutes after reading through Tammy’s notes, I felt his presence, his dark energy sending a chill through me.
“Good evening, Dr. Dorian. Is there anything I can help you with?” My monotone voice held no happiness to see the prized doctor of the hospital.
“You doing your job is a good start.” He spoke in the same deadpan tone as I had.
My head tilted up to see his look of disdain before he turned his eyes toward the charts in his hands.
I hated it when he looked at me like that, like I was a child who liked playing nurse on her parents’ living room floor.
I’d worked hard to get where I was today, and when he gave me that face, I was tempted to throw it all away for the opportunity to smack his handsome face.
“If you keep staring at me like that, you’re going to have a coronary over there.” Dr. Dorian turned to walk away after setting his charts down at the nurses’ station. He strutted around here like he was better than everyone, and I couldn’t wait for the day someone knocked him off his high horse.
“What I wouldn’t give for a piece of that man. I bet he fucks like a savage in bed after being all uptight and reserved at the hospital all day.” I turned to see my coworker and friend Melissa Ann eyeing Dorian’s retreating form.
“Are you kidding? That man would probably never stoop low enough to sleep with someone. I think he’s asexual,” I commented and began reading over my next patient to visit. But Melissa wasn’t done with this topic.
“I’m a married woman with one toddler and a baby on the way. Let me daydream about the good doctor being a beast in the supply closet. If you were more the adventurous type, I’d tell you to hit that between shifts, and then you could go back to spitting at each other.” Melissa had just found out last month that she was pregnant, and was thrilled, despite her fantasies of Dorian.
I’d had those dreams, too, when I first moved to Seahill in search of a fresh start, hoping to live out the rest of my short life living freely and falling in love.
For the first week, I thought maybe he could have been the one to help this little mouse of a girl come out of her shell and experience life at its fullest. But he shot me down with a raised eyebrow and a sneer.
I was too innocent and not worth a quick fuck in the on-call rooms.
It stung, but I didn’t let him see that. Ever since then, we’d engaged in a cold war. He pushed my buttons, and I ignored him.
“Never in a million years,” I told her as I spared a glance to the doctor as he stood in front of a room, looking over their history. His head snapped up, and his gaze collided with mine. His eyes narrowed, as if he knew from afar that I wanted to stick my tongue out at him. Then those eyes flared with something I couldn’t read, and he disappeared inside the patient’s room.
“Girl, deny it all you want, but this tension you two have for each other is going to come to a head one day and I suggest you use it in the way the good Lord intended us to utilize that passion, instead of stabbing him with your chart pen.” Melissa went back to her work, but I stayed rooted, staring at the space where Dorian had been.
I was still voting for smacking him on his scruffy jaw over screwing him between patients.
