That shouldn’t excite me, but it does. “Like when?”
“Like when you bent down to get all the things out of the filing cabinet, he was checking out your behind.”
I screw up my face. “Oh, please, he so wasn’t.”
“You should ask him out.”
“What?” I shriek. “Ask him out? Have you been sniffing the gas in theatre?”
“If he was checking me out, I would ask him out.” She widens her eyes to accentuate her point.
I smile wide. “Amber, you’re crazy. Do you know that?”
“Well, he couldn’t ask me out, so I would have to ask him.”
I frown. “Why couldn’t he ask you out?”
“Hospital policy. The doctors are not allowed to have…” She puts her fingers up to air quote. “Liaisons with interns.”
“Why? Last time I looked we were all adults.”
She shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m seriously breaking that rule if I get the chance.”
I smile as we keep walking.
“Tell me if you see him checking me out so I can pull the trigger,” she continues.
I burst out laughing. “Pull the trigger?” I repeat.
“Yes, you know. Seize the day. Mow that fucker down.”
I laugh as we walk. “Mow that fucker down.” I snicker. I glance around the parking lot. “What car is it again?”
She frowns. “I don’t know. He said it was in the farthest B block in the secured parking and the number plates were 777.” She changes direction and I follow her across the parking bay.
I frown. “What kind of wanky plates are 777 anyway?” Ugh, this guy is an idiot.
She stops still and I nearly run into the back of her. “Oh… my… fuck,” she stammers.
“What?”
“Look at his fucking car.”
I glance around. “Huh, where?”
“I swear I need to marry this guy,” Amber whispers.
“What?” I snap. “What are we looking at here?”
She points to a black, super shiny, flashy car and I frown. It’s so fancy, I don’t think I have ever seen one like it before. “What kind of car is that?”
“An Aston Martin.”
My face falls. “How… much do they cost?” I stammer.
“Like, two-hundred thousand dollars.”
I stand still on the spot. “Oh,” I whisper. My mind goes back to Vegas and the guards he had. Who is this guy? Not many doctors are at this level of wealth at his age. She clicks the button and the lights go on as it unlocks. She climbs into the driver’s seat.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
“Let’s go for a spin.” She smiles mischievously as she turns the engine on. It purrs like a kitten.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.”
She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent.
“Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.
She smiles up at me. “Get in.”
“Are you crazy? No.”
“Nobody is here. Just get in and sit in it for a minute.”
I glance around. The parking lot is empty, I suppose. I walk around to the passenger side, get in, and close the door.
Amber’s loud laugh is contagious and I find myself giggling like a schoolgirl as she pretends to drive fast and turn the wheel back and forth. “Oh, Amber, suck my dick while I drive you to my castle,” she mimics again in her bad Aussie accent.
I burst out laughing. She is the most refreshing fool I have met in a long time. Med school people are usually so boring.
She turns to me, all serious. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“No. What does this mean?”
“It means I need to bag myself Dr. Stanton.”
I smirk.
“And if he doesn’t want me… then you have to bag him.”
“He doesn’t want me,” I reply.
“He might.”
“He might want Henry.” I smirk. “He could bat for the other side.”
“Fuck.” She thinks for a moment as she falls serious. “Then there is only one solution to that problem.”
“What is it?” I smirk.
“You will have to give me a gender realignment.”
My eyes widen. “And where am I getting your new penis from?”
She twitches her lips as she thinks for a moment. “Got any old boyfriends we can cut up?”
We struggle up the corridor with a box of files each to find Dr. Stanton standing in the door of his office. “Where do you want these?” Amber asks him.
His eyes fall to the boxes in our hands. “Amber, your box has to go down to archives on level one, and Ashley, your box comes into my office.”
Amber frowns. “So, do I just take it down to the office?”
Distracted as his eyes hold mine, he answers, “Yes, just go down. The receptionist will guide you.” He holds out his arm. “Come into my office, Ashley.”
My stomach flips. Could he sound any more seductive? I walk past him into his office and he closes the door behind me. I stand with my back to him for a moment, too scared to turn and face him. Surely he will be able to read my mind.
Stop it, stop it, stop it.
I nervously turn to face him. “Where do you want me?” I whisper. What the fuck? “I… I mean. Where do you want the box?” I correct myself, embarrassed.
He steps toward me as a trace of a smile crosses his face. His big brown eyes are fixed on mine. “I know what you meant, Ashley.”
Oh, the way he says my name is just so…
He leans forward and takes the box from my hands, placing it on top of his desk before he turns back to me. The gentle aroma of his aftershave surrounds me. I have never met a man who smells so damn good. We stay still, only a meter apart as the air crackles between us.
It’s still there.
The chemistry is still there. I felt the fireworks all those years ago, only now it’s nuclear energy.
His eyes roam all over my face and then fall to my lips.
I can hardly breathe. Holy hell, this is insane. I watch as his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip.
I remember that tongue.
My eyes flicker to his desk and I remember Jenna’s words from last night. Have French sex on the doctor’s desk were her exact words.
She was onto something because that’s exactly what I want to do. I catch myself and I smirk.
“Something funny?” He frowns.
“Where do you want the files, doctor?” I ask innocently. Does he feel it?
He regains his composure and nods. “They will need to be filed into the bottom drawer, please.”
“Do you want me to do it now?” I whisper as I feel my arousal start to pump deep inside of me.
His eyes hold mine. “Yes.”
My breath catches.
“You will have to get on your knees.” His eyes darken.
Wait, what? Are we talking about the same thing here?
Our eyes are locked firmly. “Sure,” I reply without hesitation.
I can feel his arousal. He’s baiting me. He wants to know if he is doing it for me, and holy fuck, he so is.
Unable to help it, I walk to the filing cabinet and drop to my knees on the carpet. He stands above me, his hands clenching at his sides as if he’s stopping himself from doing something.
Oh, he wants it, alright.
I could give it to you so good, Dr. Vegas.
“You going to give it to me?” I breathe.
He stands tall, looking down at me on my knees, clearly aroused and dominant, and I know we are supposed to be talking about patient files right now but in my mind we are talking about unzipping those expensive suit pants he’s wearing.
“You want the whole lot?” He raises an eyebrow.
I nod. “Yes.”
He turns and picks up the box, and then places it on the floor next to me, our faces only a few inches away from each other.
So close I can nearly taste him.
Holy shit, it’s been way too long.
Knock, knock.
He stands abruptly, as if remembering where he is. “Yes?” he snaps, annoyed at the interruption.
I quickly grab two files out of the box as I pull out the bottom drawer in a fluster.
A tall, handsome man sticks his head around the door and his eyes glance between the two of us. “Am I interrupting?”
Dr. Stanton scratches his head in frustration. “Come in, please.” He gestures to me. “Ashley, this is William Jameson, my partner.”
Oh shit, my other boss. I scramble to my feet. “Hello.” I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.” I smile.
“Ashley Tucker?” he asks.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Oh, you are with me then.” He smiles broadly.
“No. She’s with me.” Dr. Stanton replies curtly.
Dr. Jameson’s eyes flicker between us. “But I thought-”
“Change of plans,” Cameron interrupts.
Jameson fakes a smile. “Well, I will leave you in his capable hands then.”
I nod nervously as I glance over to Dr. Stanton. This is awkward.
“Cameron, can I see you for a moment outside, please?”
“Sure.” His eyes fall to me.
“Do you want me to keep filing?” I ask.
He frowns. “Actually, just leave that and come back to it later. Will, take a seat. We will talk in here.”
I stand and head to the door.
“Ashley?” Dr. Jameson calls.
I turn back to face the two men. “Yes?”
“We are having a welcome reception for coffee on level two this afternoon. You will join us?” He smiles warmly.
“Thank you, that would be lovely.”
“See you at two.”
I nod, and without looking back at my dreamboat Dr. Vegas, I leave the room.