Fuck. I’ll never be able to look at her the same way again. My little sister-in-law.Who you want to fuck.The voice in my head couldn’t be more wrong.
I don’t want to fuck her.
I want to ravish her, eat her pussy, and make her beg for my cock. I want to feel those thick thighs wrapped tightly around my waist; her painted red nails digging into my shoulders while I claim every part of her flesh.
A notification pops up on my screen.
@nurseinfullbloom Live at 9pm.
A growl rumbles from my lips as I jump out of my seat, the wheeled chair hitting the back of the wall. “Over my dead body.”
4
LILLY
“Thank you, dear.” Mrs Riley's frail hand trembles as she takes the sippy cup from me.
“I added two sugars, just how you like it and extra milk so it won’t be too hot.” I guide the drink to her dry lips, and she takes a sip of the sweet tea. “Is it good?”
She hums, her eyes glinting with approval. “It’s the simple things you enjoy when you get to my age.” The wrinkles around her eyes deepen as she smiles up at me.
“I know what you mean.” I tuck in her loose bed sheet and wheel the tray over to her hospital bed. You don’t need to be old to enjoy the simple things. A nice bath, new lipstick, that first cup of coffee in the morning, the warmth of a good man in bed. That last one is somewhat lacking lately.
Checking the time on my fob watch pinned to my blue tunic, I drag my aching feet to the main desk, wishing I could take a load off, but I have another hour to go.
“Lilly, can I see you in the office?” The sound of Dr Fletcher's curt voice makes my skin prickle.
I follow him into the quiet room. “Is everything all right?”
“Have a seat.” He gestures to the office chair next to his.
Swallowing hard, I drop into the creaky chair. An icy shiver climbs the length of my spine, my usual reaction when alone with him.
He chuckles beside me. “Relax Lilly. You seem tense. Here, let me help you.” He stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulders.
My body locks up as he kneads my tight muscles. His attempts to relax me have the opposite effect. “I’m fine. What did you need me for?”
“You look tired. I like to make sure my girls on the ward are well. You looked like you needed a break.” He continues to rub my shoulders.
I’m pretty sure this is sexual harassment, but the last thing I need is to get on his bad side while I’m training, so I force a smile and swallow the bile rising in my throat.
He sighs with a low groan as he stands behind me, his fingers move to my neck like icy talons on my skin.
My body recoils, but I lock my muscles, not wanting to make a scene.
A buzzer sounds on bed four. I jump to my feet as if saved by the bell. “Mrs Riley needs me.”
“Of course.” He steps back and sits at his desk, the tent in his trousers clearly visible.
Another icy shiver courses through my body. I shake it off as I make my way to Mrs Riley, wondering if it’s just me being over sensitive.
“Night, Lil,”my colleague shouts as I walk to my car. My feet pinch after a full day on the ward—even in my flats—and I have to question why I signed up for this nursing apprenticeship forbarely minimum wage. I was making more money as a health support worker.
Slipping into my old Audi, I settle into the seat, the familiar vanilla scent of the air freshener hanging from the mirror relaxing me as I head home.
My two bedroom town house is just a short drive from the hospital, but I know the night’s not over. I still have work to do. But first, I’m going to soak in the tub.
My stomach flips at the red Mitsubishi Shogun parked outside my home on the kerb. Shane pulls a cigarette from his mouth and exhales, the smoke clouding his face like the fog clouding my mind whenever he’s near.
