Page 26 of Taking Her Medicine

“Hey, new girl.”

Glancing up, I saw the voice belonged to the nurse who had rested the thermometer on top of my tongue rather than under it. Her coppery blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a tight bun. I might have considered her pretty if she wasn’t sneering down her nose at me. Ignoring her awful disposition and haughty tone, I plastered on a smile. “Hi. I’m Zoelle.”

“Leeann.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “If you eat my lunch you better watch your coffee cup really close.”

“Are you threatening to poison me?”

“No, but we have medications that can make your bowels feel rather… unpleasant.” She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes. “If I did accidentally poison you, at least I could save you.”

“I don’t know if you’re trying to be funny, or announcing yourself as the alpha female around here, but I’ve got a lot of work to do.” I fixed my chair and focused on the monitor.

“Just watch yourself, honey.”

“No, not honey. Mynameis Zoelle. Zulu Oscar Echo—”

“I got it,” Leeann snapped, interrupting me. “I’ve been a nurse for twenty years, cupcake. Stay away from the doctors, they are handsome to look at but no touching. Keep your head down.”

“Listen, sweetie.” I spun my chair around. “If you’re as busy as you say you are, then you have no time to be all up in my business. I don’t take orders from you, and I’ll interact with whomever I’d like. Don’t worry. I’m not here to make friends.”

“I can make the time you spend here peaceful and welcoming, Zulu Oscar Echo, or I can make it feel like an enema. Choose carefully.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t like enemas.” I tried to keep the smirk off my face and failed. Her mouth opened and shut, searching for some sort of comeback but she had nothing.

One point for me.

Leeann shook her head, but she pivoted on her heel, her squeaky shoes groaning as she stalked off without a word.

“Interesting conversation.” Aaron appeared seemingly out of nowhere and propped his hip against the desk. “Leeann used to be the charge nurse at the hospital. She’s usually great at her job, but she’s been lousy at interpersonal relationships lately.”

“Uh-huh.” I clicked send on an email and leaned back in my chair. “Did you hear all of that?”

“Only the last few bits.” He stroked his chin and I’d bet money his thoughts drifted to sliding a tube up my ass. The thought pooled liquid in between my thighs, but I did my best to stay on task.

“I haven’t had to play nice in the sandbox in a long time, Doctor, but I’ll do my best.”

“What days are you here?”

“My body needs to be here at this desk, five days a week, Monday through Friday preferred, from nine-thirty in the morning until at least three in the afternoon. They won’t even let me do overtime at home.”

“So, where’s your mind going while your body’s here?”

I snorted; he always picked up on the slight nerves I got around him that made me trip over my tongue. “Far away from the office on a beach relaxing with you.”

“That sounds lovely, and seeing you here today has been a bright spot.” A naughty smirk played along his lips. “See you later, Zoelle.”

“Have a good day, Dr. York.”

I bit my lip, admiring how his scrub pants stretched across his ass as he strutted away. I shot him a quick text.

I need your medical opinion.

What’s up?

There’s this sensitive spot in between my legs.

I’ll look at it after work.

Unless you want to check it out now?

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