Page 160 of Toxic Salvation
“Can I get on the pill?”
“You can. It shouldn’t be a problem. The IUD and the patch are also options.”
“I’m comfortable with the pill.”
“As you wish. If you start the first dose today, it should become effective in the next seven days. I’ll have the front desk give you your prescription.” She strips off her gloves and tosses them in the waste bin. “All in all, my work here is done. A pleasure as always!”
“Thanks, Dr. Mann.”
She gives me a wave and heads out of the examination room. The moment the door closes, I’m already reaching for my phone.
Feeling bold, I slip the hospital gown off completely. I arrange myself on the examination table, angling my body to show off mypost-baby curves. Six weeks of breastfeeding has done wonders for my chest.
I snap several photos, scrolling through to find the best one. Not bad for a woman who had a baby six weeks ago. I actually look pretty damn good.
I pick the sexiest shot and send it to Kovan without a message. Some pictures need no words.
The moment it’s sent, I get dressed quickly, adrenaline pumping through my system as I think about tonight. It’s been so long and I’m desperate to satisfy this burning need that’s been driving me crazy.
I need to call Charity. Tonight has to be perfect.
Sitting back on the examination table, I dial her number.
“Hey, friend,” she answers on the second ring. “Great timing. Just punched out for my lunch break.”
“Please tell me you’re free tonight,” I beg.
“What’s happening tonight?”
“My sons need a sitter and I really, really need to have sex with my fiancé.”
“Ready to jump right back in the saddle, huh? Atta girl. You ride that stallion all night long.”
“I plan to. I just need to make sure my little colts are looked after this evening.”
“Let it never be said that Charity Page refused to get her best friend laid. I will be there tonight at six, ready to take care of the boys so that you can rattle the bedframe with your man.”
“Bless you!”
“Just remember, this is a two-way street. There will come a day when I need a babysitter for my kids so that I can get laid. I’ll need you then.”
“Goes without saying.”
“Perfect. Now, let’s get to the important stuff: What are you wearing?”
“I have a bunch of new lingerie that’s just been sitting sadly in my closet. I plan on breaking it in tonight.”
“What about that sexy blue number I saw when I was helping you organize? Oh, or the purple teddy from…?”
Charity keeps talking, but I’ve stopped listening. There’s a shadow outside the door that’s been there for the past thirty seconds. It’s not moving. Just hovering.
If it were Nikolai or Tikhon, they would have knocked by now. Or called my phone. A nurse would have walked right in after a quick rap on the door.
So, who is lurking out there?
“Char?”
She breaks off mid-sentence. “You don’t want to wear the green one? Is the thong too much? Because honestly, I think you should go all out. Go big or go home, as they say.”
