Page 23 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

Pushing through the doors has icy air washing over both of us. I hear her gasp and her eyes spring open. On the sidewalk, I stop and turn her to face me, keeping my hands on her shoulders to make sure she stays upright. Her head falls forward, and I bend my knees to try and get eye contact. “Ally, what’s your address so I can take you home?”

“I think I’m going to be…” She doubles over and releases everything that’s been fighting its way up. Luckily, it’s all liquid. Unluckily, it splatters all over my shoes. My jaw tightens in annoyance.

This is why I don’t do clubs.

“Motherfucker,” I curse. Her knees give out, and I rush to catch her before she can fall in the puddle of vomit. “How much did you drink?” I ask, tightening my hold on her as I start carrying her over to my car. When we make it, I prop her up against the side and pay the guy who’s been watching my car.

“Thank you,” I say, handing over the money.

He takes it with a nod. “No problem. Although, you probably should’ve saved some money for detailing after she pukes all over your shit on the drive home.”

I turn my attention back to her. “Are you alright?”

She’s leaning against my car, fighting to stay awake. “Please take me home,” she says.

“Alright, get in the car.” I open the door and help her in. She flops over and I bend down to put her seatbelt on her. Then I recline the seat back slightly and she falls asleep instantly.

I climb behind the wheel, realizing now that she didn’t give me her address. What the hell am I supposed to do with her? I start the car and turn up the heat after I see her shiver in her sleep. I look up to see several people staring in our direction. I can’t stay here all night; it’s not safe.

Not knowing what else to do, I drive back to my place. I’ll put her in my spare bedroom, and when she wakes up, she can give me her address, and I will take her home.

Once we’re in the garage, I move around the car, open her door, unbuckle her seatbelt, and pick her up. She’s so out of it that she doesn’t even wake up. Using my hip, I close the car door and I carry her into the house.

Once I set her on the bed in the guest room, a strand of hair is in her face, so I brush it away and tuck the lock behind her ear. I tug the blankets down, but before pulling them up over her, I take off her shoes and smile at her red toenails. She has beautiful feet, small, soft, and narrow with high arches. Once I have both heels off, I pull the blanket up over her, making her nuzzle deeper.

I look down at her, blown away by how gorgeous she is despite her state. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared, and looking at her still takes my breath away. I tell myself it’s time to walk away, but something inside of me won’t let me. What if she vomits tonight and aspirates? I know staying in the same room as her will look like I tried to take advantage of her. I move across the hall to the bathroom, bringing back a small wastebasket that I place beside the bed in case she gets sick again. Then I place a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol on the bedside table. Satisfied, I turn off the light, move to the chair in the far corner of the room, kick my feet up on the ottoman, and cover myself with the blanket draped over the back of the chair.

I look over at her as she sleeps, starting at her feet and moving up as I remember the way she was dressed. The dress was far too revealing to be wearing to a dangerous club like that. It was too short, too tight. It left too little to the imagination, and the parts you had to imagine are parts I don’t want anyone thinking about but me.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I so invested in a woman I just met? I don’t know anything about her. She’s also a coworker and much, much too young for me. Even if she was interested in me, nothing could happen between us. It would look bad for the hospital and could cost us our jobs. Maybe Noah is right. Maybe I do need to get laid.

I close my eyes and imagine the way she would’ve been dancing tonight, and the way her dress would’ve clung to herhips. My imagination gets away from me and before I can stop it, I can see myself stepping up behind her on the dance floor, pressing my groin against her, and feeling my body burn and come alive as I think about how good she’d feel pressed against me.

9

ALLY

Apounding in my head awakens me. My eyes stay closed as I will myself back to sleep.

What the hell happened last night?

I try to think back, but the pain in my head stops any thoughts. My stomach rolls, and my mouth is so dry that my tongue feels thick. I’m so thirsty, but I feel so bad that I don’t know if I can get out of bed to get a drink.

Oh my God, why did I drink so much? I’ve never had so much to drink that I can’t remember the night.

My eyes pop open in a panic, and I sit up so fast that the world spins. I’ve never seen this room in my life.

There isn’t a single picture on the walls. There’s no decor. It’s plain, basic, brown, and black. I lift the blanket up and look down in fear. I’m still wearing my dress, and judging by the massive wedgie, my panties are on, too.

“Calm down. You’re still wearing everything you had on last night when I found you.”

I drop the blanket and look up as Dr. Cole walks into the room carrying a tray.

I shake my head and tuck my hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry. Where am I?”

He stops beside the bed, looking down at me. “At my house.”

“How’d I get here?”

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