I almost stumbled going up the stairs. I kept a tight grip on the stair rail as I climbed. The steps seemed to go on forever. By the time I got to the top, I was seriously thinking about skipping the shower and heading right for bed. Only the knowledge that I stunk kept my feet moving toward the bathroom.
I flipped on the light and walked in. After stripping off my clothes, I tossed them into the laundry hamper. Hopefully, I'd have time to do some laundry later this week. At this rate, I was going to start getting low on scrubs.
I reached into the shower and turned the water on and then turned back to look at myself in the bathroom mirror while I waited for it to heat up.
I wasn't a bad looking man. At least, I didn't think so. My light brown hair was thick and wavy. No gray. My brown eyes were a little dull due to my exhaustion, but I knew they normally sparkled with life. There were a few lines around my eyes but not an overly huge amount.
I stepped back so I could get a better look at my body. I wasn't thick with muscles like David was, but I worked out several times a week so I was in good shape. There was definitely some muscle definition. I dropped my gaze just a little farther down. My cock was flaccid. Still, I had a good length and girth. Not huge, but respectable. Nothing to be ashamed of.
I was reasonably intelligent, had a good career, and owned my own home. My humor might be a little warped, but I could laugh at myself when needed. I never took myself too seriously.
So, why was I alone?
Was it the long work hours? The knowledge that I could be called into work at any time? Was I too picky? Not picky enough? Was I looking for the wrong type of person?
At this point, I'd settle for someone with a pulse.
Well, maybe not. Jean had offered, and I so wasn't interested.
I heaved a sigh before turning away from the mirror and climbing into the shower. There had to be someone out there who would be interested in a semi-handsome doctor pushing forty. I wasn't a bad boy by any stretch of the imagination, but I wasn't a complete loser either. I had to have something other men would be interested in.
I just wish I knew what that something was.
Chapter Five
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By the time I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and rinsed off my body, I was ready to fall into bed and sleep for a week. I was lucky that I had the next three days off. I'd been putting in a lot of extra hours at work—it wasn't like I had anything else to do—and my supervisor had ordered me to take some time off.
I planned to sleep all of tomorrow. I'd figure out what to do with the rest of my time off once I woke up. Maybe I'd go to the fresh food market a couple of blocks over and pick some stuff for a meal that didn't come out of a vending machine.
I turned off the shower and pushed the door open, reaching out to grab a towel. I dried off and then grabbed a fresh towel and wrapped it around my hips before stepping out of the shower. For one brief crazy moment, I thought about shaving, and then I remembered that I had three days off. I didn't need to shave. Who'd care?
Besides, wasn't stubble supposed to be sexy?
I did take the time to brush my teeth. I kept a spare toothbrush in my locker at work, but I hadn't had the time to use it today. My teeth felt as if they had fur on them.
I felt somewhat better by the time I placed my toothbrush back in the holder. My hair was clean, my body was clean, and now my teeth were clean. Now, I just needed to climb between my sheets and sleep for the next twenty-four hours.
I opened up the bathroom door, turned off the light, and stepped into my bedroom. My breath caught in my throat as I froze. Granted, the sight of Officer David Wu stretched out on my bed was one of my top fantasies, but I never thought to actually see it.
Why was I seeing it?
"What are you doing here?"
"You left," David replied.
"You were busy," I countered.
"I said I would give you a ride home. Did you think I was lying?"
"No." I had no reason to think David had ever lied to me. "Jean said you'd been detained."
David's eyes narrowed. "Did he give you a ride home?"
"Yes," I answered honestly.
"Does he often give you rides home?"
