Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“I thought you were Mrs. Ivanov, and I was worried she might have overestimated her mobility so soon after her recovery, so I-I came to help.” I don’t know who that blubbering idiot is, but she better quit right now.
“You came to help?”
Confident I’m not hearing the hope in his tone correctly, I nod before sheepishly raising my eyes. It is a challenging feat to direct them straight to his face, but I manage—somewhat.
The man I assume is Mr. Ivanov is still standing under the heavy flow of water, not attempting to cover himself. I understand his cockiness. The visual is spectacular, and it grows more mesmerizing when the appendage I’m trying to make out as if I see a hundred times a day steadily rises toward his belly button.
“If you want to help me, Doc, you’ll need to come closer. My imagination is wondrous, but I only use it when the visual isn’t appealing enough.” His teeth catch his lower lip as he drags his eyes down my body. “You are more than fucking enticing.”
I try to think of an appropriate response, when his cock is the next thing caught. My mouth twitches, but not a peep sounds. Nothing forming in my head is suitable to say in any situation, much less when a deliriously handsome man is stroking his cock in front of me.
He doesn’t look like the toothless patient who wanders the halls of the ER every long weekend, offering services none of the medical team want.
He’s mind-bogglingly attractive and seemingly turned on by my hideous scrubs, makeup-free face, and messy bun combination.
“Are you gonna just stare, Doc?” He hardens more as the sides of his lips curl into a salacious grin. “Or are you going to join me?”
“I… umm… I—”
I don’t know whether to stomp my feet in frustration or relief when my name is called by one of my colleagues. “Dr. Hoffman.”
After responding to Mr. Ivanov’s husky laugh about my childish pout with a stern stink eye, I spin to face Nurse Sharpe. She is wheeling in a now alert and conscious Mrs. Ivanov toward her bed. The cuffs of her hospital-issued uniform are damp, and Mrs. Ivanov’s hair is glossy and smells recently shampooed.
Nurse Sharpe must have taken her to the bathroom in the corridor. Its wide doorframe allows patients to remain in a seated position while showering. You can’t fit a wheelchair through the doorway of a patient bathroom. That’s why I’m shocked Mr. Ivanov and his giant cock made it inside without incident.
“Is everything okay?” Nurse Sharpe asks when my shock is shown on my face.
Penises are a part of my medical studies. I’m not meant to look at them like normal women do. They should not differ from any other male appendage. But I devoured Mr. Ivanov’s penis like my name is tattooed down the shaft and its sole function is to ensure my every whim is answered.
God, I wish that were the case.
It’s been so long since I’ve orgasmed I couldn’t fake it even if given the opportunity. And the last time I was this intrigued by a member of the opposite sex is an even more distant memory.
I’m the good girl. The safe date. The woman you bring home to meet your parents. So why does Mr. Ivanov look at me the way he does?
His watch as he stroked his cock has me heated up everywhere, and the sweaty situation worsens when I spot the patient’s name above her bed.
Irina Ivanov.
Oh. My. God. Did I just eyeball a taken man? There’d have to be an age gap because Mr. Ivanov doesn’t look a day over thirty, but my parents’ difference in age exceeded fifteen years, so who’s to say the same isn’t happening here?
Sickened with guilt, I make an excuse to leave. “Yes. I was… ah…” With my head in too much of a daze to formulate a valid excuse, I settle for a pathetic one instead. “I’m going to—”
“Wait in the corridor for you to get situated,” announces a voice from behind me—a voice so close the droplets of water I was envious of only seconds ago are absorbed by the thin material of my scrubs. He whispers his following sentence so it is only for my ears. “Because we’re not finished yet, are we, Dr. Hoffman?”
With my knees close to buckling from the heat of Mr. Ivanov’s breath on my ear and the uneasy stare of his possible wife, I briefly nod before sprinting for the closest exit.
CHAPTER FOUR
“You’re regretting your decision now, aren’t you?” When I peer at Alla in bewilderment, she tosses a bag of contaminated waste at my feet. “Don’t act surprised, Dr. Genius. Rumors of your promotion circulated the hospital hours before you arrived.”
I sigh in relief. She isn’t referencing my shameful cowardice in front of the most confident man I’ve ever met. She’s talking about the promotion that was shoved to the back of my mind when a far more enticing package ripped it from my thoughts.