Rowan’s flirty replies were so out of character, it was almost jarring. Before I could send a reply, another message came through.
ROWAN: What are you doing awake so late? You have work tomorrow.
I chuckled softly to myself.
MAX: Well, I am trying to sleep, but someone is keeping me awake with his constant text messages. I could ask you the same thing.
ROWAN: Working – or well, I was. I’m considerably distracted now you’ve finally decided to get in touch.
MAX: At least I’m in touch now, right? What’re you working on?
ROWAN: Hm, not the kind of ‘in touch’ I’d like. It’s just self-assessment crap. Oh, the woes of being a doctor.
I raised my eyebrows and smirked, surprised by Rowan’s brazen response. I tapped out several different responses before bravely deciding on:
MAX: You have no sympathy from me, Mr AMG. What kind of ‘in touch’ would you prefer?
ROWAN: Now that would be telling.
Was all I got in reply. Though I wanted nothing more than to text with Rowan all night, I tapped out another message.
MAX: I should get some sleep. I have particularly important work to do tomorrow y’know, and I’ll get in trouble with my boss if I’m not at the top of my game. Sleep well, and don’t stay up too late working.
I was almost tempted to put a kiss in at the end but thought better of it and deleted it at the last minute.
ROWAN: Yeah, your boss is a real hard-ass. I wish I was there – your bed is so much more comfortable than mine. Goodnight Max x
Despite agreeing to go to sleep, I didn’t. I kept myself awake for an hour or so longer, reading and re-reading Rowan’s messages.
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Unable to sleep, I had arrived at work ridiculously early. So early, I even had to wait outside the building for someone with a key to unlock the door to show up. Thankfully, Becca was the key holder this week. I spotted her rummaging through her bag as she approached the surgery.
“Hurry up, I’m fucking freezing,” I called. She raised her head quickly, smirking when she realised it was me.
“Someone’s eager today,” she teased, fiddling with the keys before letting me in.
“Someone couldn’t sleep. I’ve been awake all night,” I sighed, thankful as we entered the warm building. Becca unwound her scarf and I shrugged out of my coat.
“Too excited about seeing Rowan today?” She turned to ask me as she unbuttoned her jacket.
“Not at all. I feel like I’m going to throw up.” I told her truthfully. I had read Rowan’s text messages so many times, they were burnt into my memory. They served as a fresh reminder that what had happened on the weekend wasn’t just a fantasy.
“Well, do it outside,” Becca muttered. “I hate the smell of vomit.”
“Thanks for the compassion,” I replied dryly, following her into the reception as she turned all the lights on and bent to press the power button on her computer.
“Why are you so nervous anyway?” she asked, sitting heavily on her chair and twirling around on it to face me. “At least you know he likes you now.”
“Becca, I had his cock in my mouth on the weekend,” I stated plainly. “I think I deserve to be a bit nervous.”
Becca snorted loudly before erupting into giggles. “Jesus, Max!”
“How fucking awkward is this going to be now?He’sgoing to be thinking about it, I’mdefinitelygoing to be thinking about it...”
“Maybe he’ll want a repeat performance?” Becca joked, winking at me.
“Shut up,” I muttered. Becca jabbed me in the rib with her pen causing me to leap off the desk I was leaning against.
