“Why would I be disappointed?” she drawled, turning to face me. “It’s just movies.”
I kissed her nose.
“You should ask me what types of firearms I know. Then we'll see who should be disappointed,” she said.
“I can never be disappointed in you, baby. You’re an angel I couldn’t have deserved even if I tried.”
“Eyes on the movie,” she directed, turning towards the television. My eyes, however, took her in. That beautiful hair, her lips, her slender neck, her breasts, which created beautiful curves in front of her sweater, every part of her was perfection.
Her eyes flicked towards me, and she caught me staring.
“Konstantin,” she practically whined. “Did you hear a word of what I just said?”
“You can’t blame me,” I told her.
She sighed.
“I was saying the movie is a romantic comedy. Too soft for you?”
“Nope.”
“Okay. Let’s do it, then.”
“Hmm.”
She pressed the remote control, and the movie started, the opening credits moving around on the screen.
The first scene was a street fight leading to a hospital emergency, so I wouldn’t call it uninteresting.
“I would love to see you in your work uniform,” I told her.
“Why? You have a scrub fetish?” she questioned, giggling.
“Not at all,” I countered. “I’ve never seen you in them before. You didn’t use them when you were with Liza. And the night we….took you, you weren’t in them. Besides, it’s a whole part of your life, I’d like to see you like that.”
“I could wear it for you,” she offered, her sultry voice going straight to my dick.
“When would that be?”
“Oh, please,” she replied, laughing. “I was kidding.”
“That’s a cruel joke.”
“You’d miss the movie.”
She leaned into my side, and we kept watching the movie. Well, half of the time I was watching her.
“See the way she shoved her? All because she's a doctor and she’s just a common nurse.”
She didn’t turn towards me, but I could see the pain in her expression. It was definitely not just the movie; it must have been her reality.
“Were you ever treated that way?”
She chuckled. “The thing is, this kind of treatment is quite a common phenomenon. It happened to me, and it happens to countless other nurses and medical assistants. Just one idolized, arrogant doctor is all that’s needed for it to happen. During my nursing training, we used to offer our services for free on weekends to different hospitals. We were just trainees, so you know, we were eager to please. But even our need to be in their good books didn’t make us blind to the attitude of somedemeaning colleagues. It was infuriating at times. The funny part is, we’re not under them. We belong to different aspects of healthcare. There are pharmacists and radiologists. But the fact that we work closely with medical doctors and the shots are theirs to call make people, even patients, see us as their assistants.”
“I like to believe I have tough skin, but comparison is one thing I’ve always struggled to ignore or be okay with. At the clinic, some doctors never fail to remind us that they have the final say. It used to be a big issue for me then. I struggled, really struggled.”
She paused and turned to me, her voice lower. “I wasn’t always this sure of myself. I always found myself attracted to men like Siroc and Vitya, men who seemed untouchable and powerful, because I believed I needed them. I felt incomplete, being a girl who moved from place to place and never had a steady life. I thought that if someone like that was attracted to me, being with them automatically raised me up.”
