Page 2 of Amadeo
“Agreed,” Dr. Ribisi replied.
The nurse went about changing the tubes and the bedding.
The doctor filled out her report on an Ipad.
Upon her distraction, I found myself raising my gaze and taking in all that was Dr. Ribisi. Low heels on her perfect feet as she stood at about 5 foot 8 and did not need to stand anyhigher for my tastes. Tall and curvy. A lush looking bottom in black slacks. Perfect for a good grip with both of my hands. A busty, full on great pair under a white dress shirt. Again, perfect for each hand. I licked my lips wondering how her nipples would taste. And damn, I tried to get rid of the perfume that mercilessly tickled my nose ever since she’d entered the room.
The woman was an assault on my senses. Therefore, I should stay ten feet from her at all times.
I did my best to look at this week’s forecast as I fought the unholy thoughts coming in at an alarming rate. Sunny and hot. Yeah, hot…I smirked. Temperature’s rising. I kept on this line of humor. Melting with a chance of hard… I halted. I was doing it again. What in the fuck? With a swivel of my legs, I then moved on from the weather page to see what was happening in the playoffs. Baseball. Yes, that was the diversion I needed.
“Mr. Descalia.”
And that voice. Sultry as fuck…Was sultry a real word? I only raised my head a small bit as I asked, “Yes, ma’am?” I believed thatma’amcouldn’t be pounced on as rude, as my points with this woman had hit minus zero already.
She paused and motioned to the bed Deacon resided in. “We need help moving the bed out from the wall.”
I hoped my dress pants wouldn’t show where my thoughts had been as I gave her a nod. I waited for her to turn before I stood and headed across the room.
Smiling at me, Nurse Jocelyn stepped out of the way.
Stepping over to the head of the bed, I grasped the roll bar it had and tugged it over. It was on wheels but it felt a bit heavy. Looking up at the nurse, I asked, “Is that where you wanted it?”
“Yes.”
I heard this from the doctor, but again, I avoided looking at her. Two could play this game. Well, I wasn’t really playing,I was saving myself some humiliation while avoiding a certain condition involving my zipper being far too tight. I swiftly moved away and gave the nurse a nod. “I’ll be over at the door.” I then walked as smoothly as I could, back over to my chair.
Picking my phone up, I sat back down. There, my condition had gotten better. I could still smell her scent though. I knew she was moving around close by, but at least I—
“Mr. Descalia?”
Damn, she stood in front of me again.
I slowly raised my head just a bit and as I did I could see her ankles, then calves, up along a pair of lovely thighs, curvy hips then further to the white dress shirt. Damn, my hungry gaze wanted to linger at the buttons there which seemed barely able to contain her perfect…my instincts told me I might get slapped for gawking in this area. Finally, my hesitant gaze landed on her beautiful face.
Then I saw something that made my heart stop.
A slow spreading smile breaking out on her tasty looking lips.
What the hell?
Before she could speak, a scream rent the air.
We both looked over at Nurse Jocelyn.
What we saw told us that ‘dead’ Deacon was very much alive.
Chapter Two:The Troll Doll
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Deacon Walker was sitting up in bed.
I rushed back over and stared at him.
He still looked as pale as a ghost, which in a way he was. His eyes were closed and he had gone still.
“Oh, my God!” a voice came from the doorway.
