Page 101 of Playing the Game
“What do you mean?”
“It sounds like that was a hard day for you. I wonder if you’re the one who’s dealing with the trauma.”
She pauses what she’s doing and plants a kiss on my cheek. “I’ve had a few nightmares about it, but I’m okay. Thanks for thinking of me.”
“You’ve had nightmares about that day?”
“A few.”
“Tell me about them.”
“They’re not important.”
Lauren comes to mind. She never allowed herself to deal with her fears. She hid them from me. Instead, we created an abusive relationship. If she had just told me she was struggling, I would’ve assisted her with getting help.
I turn to face Dori. “You’re my priority, so I have to know if you need support.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve talked with Samantha about it, and I’m dealing with it.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you don’t need to worry. I’m good. I promise. Now, turn around and let me finish.”
“As long as you feel like therapy is helping you, I’ll drop it.”
“It is. I promise. And if that changes, you’ll be the first to know.”
Something about her expression has me worried, but I don’t want to push her. The last thing she needs is more trauma around the situation.
I get back in place. “I’ve got to work this weekend. Will that bother you?”
“No. I can look for a job while you do that.”
My heart soars. “I’m excited you’re serious about moving.”
“Me too.” She rubs some ointment around the edge of thebullet’s entry point. “I’m afraid to tell you, but you’re going to have a scar.”
I laugh. “You think?”
“Stop making fun of me.” She taps my shoulder. “Turn around and I’ll get the front.”
I change positions and sit on the edge of the bed. She steps between my legs while she cleans my chest.
I trail my fingers up her thighs, and desire boils in my blood. “Your skin is so soft.”
“Jami, I need to take care of you. Flirting with me will have to wait.”
I groan and glance down at what she’s doing. “You’re a great nurse. Maybe one of these days you could wear one of those costumes and do this.”
“We’ll see.” Her smile grows wicked. She keeps cleaning my wound and focuses on that for a moment. “What does Mateo have you creating?”
That’s not what I was hoping she was thinking about.
I guess my nurse fantasy will have to wait. “Way to change the subject.”
“I’m truly curious. We haven’t talked about it.” Her brows pinch together as she assesses the area she’s attending to.
“One branch of Mateo’s businesses is highly exclusive sex clubs. He wants me to create an app that’s nearly impossible to hack into and private as fuck so his clients can interact with other members who share their interests.”
