Okay, not everyone. But Diana? My Babygirl? She’ll get it all from me if she wants it.
“Want to get some awful coffee with me in the cafeteria?”
“Rather take you home.” I brush a few strands that escaped her braid behind her ear.
“Me, too, honey. Got three more hours, though.” She rubs her hands up and down my arms, and I love that she’s okay with me wanting to bring her home, but also able to say no to me to get her job done. My girl is not one to just roll over and take it. She fights for what she wants and what she likes. And her job is something she loves.
“I’ll wait.”
She shakes her head but smiles at my words. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
She purses her lips as she looks me over. Figuring out that I’m not going anywhere, she gives in. “Okay. But first, the terrible coffee. And it’s on me.” She wraps her hands around my arm and turns me to walk to the cafeteria.
“Fine. But only because I don’t like to waste my money on crappy things.”
She laughs, and all the shit from the club fades away. Everything does when she laughs like that and has her hands on me.
Diana might not have been the one to save me, but she has nursed me back to health, both in body and spirit.
And I’m not letting anyone get between us.
Chapter 15 - Diana
“Damn. You guys see the hottie in the waiting room? I think I just started growing another baby.” Ashley fans herself as she leans on the desk next to me.
“You can’t get knocked up once you already are,” I say with a shake of my head and a smile on my face as I click away at the computer.
I see her out of the corner of my eyeas she looks at meas if I’m the crazy one in this conversation.
“You can when you get eyes on the man I’m talking about. Seriously, he’s something that should only be reserved for angels to see, or at least from behind a camera.”
I glance at her with a quizzical look on my face. “Behind a what?”
“A camera.” She stands and walks to the opposite side of the desk so I can see her if I look up and not out of the side of my eyes. “He needs to be seen in photos, on billboards. Even televised.”
“So the rest of the world can see him?” I don’t even look up as I smirk and shake my head at her.
“No, so the rest of the world can assume he’s photoshopped. Seeing him in person is bad for all ovaries out there. I swear I saw five women get pregnant just from a glance of that man.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Yes! Tell me you haven’t seen him. He’s hard to miss.”
I look up and give her my full attention for the first time since she came over. “What does he look like?”
“Salt-and-pepper hair, muscles that should be reserved for someone thirty years younger, but he pulls it off. Leather vest and tight jeans. God, I’m just describing him and I think I’ve got another baby trying to brew in my oven.”
I giggle at her words and feel the blush creep up my neck.
“Stop talking and get back to work,” Nurse Vicky barks as she gently pushes Ashley out of the way and sets her clipboard on the top of the desk in front of me. “Don’t you have patients to attend to?”
“Oh, come on. Even you have to admit the man is edible. And don’t tell me you didn’t see him. You had to walk past him to get over here, and he could catch the eye of a blind person.” Ashley sidles up to Vicky and talks in a stage whisper, as if that will keep everyone from hearing what she’s been going on about for the last few minutes.
“If the man can cure the blind, we better start lining up the patients with eye issues so we can get a break from taking care of them. But I doubt Diana is going to be okay with so many groggily eyeing her man.”
“Yourman?” Ashley squeals as she zeroes in on me.
