Page 18 of Desperate Desires

Chapter 6-Ono

Day two after being shot was worse than day one.

I barely stayed awake for more than a few minutes at a time, and I couldn’t eat a thing.

Day three was much the same.

But by day four, I was truly starting to mend.

The sexy little doctor had patched me up, and after I got Gio, my top guy, to fetch the supplies she needed, plus a few personal belongings for me, I was healing faster than expected.

So fast, I wondered how long till I could play a different kind of doctor with the gorgeous as fuck woman.

“Hey, I brought you some solid food,” the object of my desires said as she entered the bedroom with a tray in hand.

I felt like a fucking jerk, lying there while she did so much extra work. I hated being weak around her, but I was touched by the attention and the care she took for my well-being.

Michelle told me she didn’t want money. But I couldn’t not pay her. It just wasn’t going to happen.

I’d had Gio send her info to my accountants. Then, I instructed them to pay off all outstanding loans or debts in her name.

I could more than afford it, and she damn well deserved it.

“Don’t look so scared, I didn’t make it,” she joked, taking my silence for something else as she neared with a tray holding what looked like a bowl of thick stew and some sliced French bread.

“Huh?”

“Nothing. I just meant, I don’t cook.”

“No, you just save people’s lives,” I scoffed as she got closer.

“It was nothing.”

“It was everything,” I corrected. “Hey, I truly am sorry for all the trouble, Bellezza.”

I sat up with a slight frown as my stitches pulled tight. But I was more than ready to eat a little and maybe get washed when I was done.

More than that, I wanted to hold this woman in my arms. To taste her sweet lips and get some of that peace I’d felt the other times I’d managed to steal kisses from her.

“Wait. I’ll help,” she said.

I stilled as she grabbed a pillow from the side and tucked it behind my back, helping me get more comfortable.

Okay, so I was a prick for letting her do that when I was perfectly capable. But the fact was, I wasn’t about to pass up a chance to have her anywhere near me.

She always smelled so fucking good.

Fresh and clean like she just stepped out of the shower after using some fancy woman soap. The kind they advertised with shea butter and wild Scottish oats or some shit.

I hated strong perfume, and she didn’t seem to like it much either, which was nice.

I mean, in my experience women loved to soak themselves in whatever cost more money, but not her.

Doc was classy.

Smart as fuck.

Gorgeous, too.

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