Page 80 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

"You just want me to be naked, period."

"Am I a bad person if I say yes, I do like to have you naked? It's been more than five times now, so maybe we can do away with that rule."

"Maybe I don't want to do away with that rule." She says. "Maybe I am fine with it. Maybe I don't want to sleep with you more than five times."

"I don't think that's quite true."

"Why, because you're so irresistible."

"I don't know, am I irresistible?" I run a finger down her arm, and she giggles slightly.

"You're totally resistible, Ethan. Trust me."

"Ah, shucks,” I say, laughing.

The car stops and I look out and see that we've arrived at the emergency room.

"Good. Wait here. Stay where you are."

"I can get out by myself."

"No." I'm stern now. "Stay where you are. I'm going to get a wheelchair, and I will push you in."

"I do not need to be pushed in, Ethan, I-"

"Please, Sarah." I say softly. "Let me take care of you, at least until we make sure you're okay."

"I'll be fine." She says. "Thank you for caring, but-"

"But nothing,” I say as I jump out of the car and rush to the interior of the building. "I need a wheelchair, stat, my..." I pause, not knowing what to call her. "I just need a wheelchair."

One of the nurses points to the corner of the room, and I grab a wheelchair and hurry back out. Sarah is still sitting in the backseat, thankfully. I open the door and reach in to pick her up.

"Please, you do not need to do this. It's so embarrassing." She says, though I can tell she's slightly nervous. Her eyes seem like they're tired, and she gives me a look. "Do you think I'm okay?"

"I hope so,” I say. "I really hope so."

I lift her up and put her into the wheelchair, and then I rush her in.

"She needs to be seen immediately,” I say, ignoring the sounds of crying and howls of pain from the other people.

"What seems to be the issue?" The nurse behind the counter says.

"She fell hard, cracked her head. I'm nervous that she has a concussion."

The nurse stares down at Sarah and her skimpy outfit and makes a face.

"What was going on?"

"Does it matter what was going on?" I glare at her. "I'm Ethan Rosser, CEO of Rosser International."

"Okay, and?" She says, rolling her eyes.

"And I'm a trustee of the hospital. Last year, I donated fifteen million."

She bites down on her lower lip. "We can get you into a room. I'll call one of the doctors to come and see you."

"Sounds good. Which room?"

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