Her cheeks lift with a smile.
“What do you prefer, A&E, or being on a ward?”
“I like it on the ward. You get to know the people better. I think when you know the individual, you can care for them better.” She smiles as if thinking of her patients or her mum. I know she’s a good nurse. She cared for her mum for as long as she could until she went into a care home. “Anyway, what about you? What do you do when you’re not on tour? Besides creep around on social media and hack people’s accounts wearing a freaky mask.”
I let out a low chuckle. I’m glad she’s still sassy with me after our little misunderstanding. “When I'm not on tour, I pretty much just do what you said.”
“Shocker.” She joins in with my chuckle. “So, do you have a range of masks for different days, or do you just stick to the one?” She leans forward, looking closer at the screen as if she might see the parts of me currently out of view.
Stubbing out my cigarette, I give her the full view of me with the mask on. “Just the one for now.”
“It looks really thick and sweaty under there. You know that’s not good for your skin. You’re not letting it breathe.”
“The same could be said for you with all that makeup.”
“I wanted to look my best for you.”
“I told you earlier, you don’t need to get dressed up for me. I want you to be comfortable.”
“Doesn’t the same go for you? You can’t be comfortable wearing that mask.”
She’s right. There’s nothing comfortable about this. But if this is the only way I can get to know what’s going on with her, so be it. And I know it’s wrong on so many levels, but I’m hoping she’ll strip for me again. Only next time I’ll be summoning an orgasm out of her.
A fucking real one.
11
LILLY
“How’s the mystery man?” Hazel asks as I bite into my sandwich in the staff kitchen.
She pours herself a coffee and joins me on what’s left of my break.
I roll the food around my mouth while thinking of him, a smile pushing my cheeks up. “He’s…” My teeth sink into my lip as I try to think of the right words to describe this man. “Interesting.”
“Interesting? Have you found out much about him?” She blows on her hot drink before taking a sip.
I shake my head, still smiling. “Not really. He doesn’t give much away.” Grabbing my bag, I open it and retrieve the package I picked up from the post office this morning. “He sent me this, though.” I retrieve the package I picked up from the post office this morning.
She claps her hands together like a giddy schoolgirl. “Open it up. Let’s see what it is.”
I was going to wait to open this in private, but seeing as there’s just Hazel and me in the staff room, I pull the tape from the middle of the cardboard box.
She scrapes her chair closer to the table, peering over to get a better look.
A giggle bursts from my lips when I see the pleasure egg with the words ‘app control’ on the box. There’s a note stuck down the side.
We’ll see who’s in charge, nightingale
“Oooooooooh. He means business,” Hazel says now over my shoulder, reading the note.
“Who means business?” Dr Fletcher walks into the small kitchenette with his phone in hand as if mid-text.
“Nothing.” I fold the lid closed on the box before he gets wind of what we were talking about. With the package safely back in my bag, I retrieve my phone and send a message through the app to @sarge_in_charge
Thank you for the gift
I take another bite of my sandwich, conscious of my break ending.
