Page 49 of Forced Proximity
I hummed as I moved toward the nurses’ station, my gaze scanning the big whiteboard as I got a look at the day’s patients.
I crossed my arms over my chest, taking in everything, and then got to work.
“Awww, man!” I heard someone mutter. “I wanted the heart surgery.”
My lips quirked but I kept writing, pairing nurses with doctors that I knew worked well together.
Also, one got the short straw and was assigned to work with Dr. Aggie for the day.
But, because I was a fair person, I kept notes in my phone app and made sure that it was the next person up.
The sad thing was, not a single nurse in the entire surgical ward wanted to work with him, and human resources didn’t give a single fuck that they didn’t. All they cared about was the bottom line, and it was my job to force them to toe that line.
I didn’t choose favorites, and everyone got a turn with the creep, even me.
But today wasn’t my day, thank God.
I wouldn’t have been able to handle him with my current attitude.
“All right, ladies.” I clapped my hands. “Any questions?”
There were a few groans at my chipper attitude—feigned as it was—but mostly everyone smiled back at me.
“Only one, boss lady.” One of our newest, and youngest, nurses asked, “Is Mr. Hotty over there with you?”
I turned around to find Finnian leaning against the wall by the wing’s entrance, and I felt my belly start to fill with butterflies.
“Uhh.” My mouth went completely dry. “Yeah…”
“Hey, brother,” Chevy said as he passed his friend. “You’re not here for me this time, are you?”
Finnian shook his head, a smile curving his lips.
It was so languid and lazy that I felt the move in my dusty, covered-in-cobwebs vagina.
“I was sure hoping that coffee was for me,” he grumbled. “Catch you later.”
“Later,” Finnian said as he waited patiently for me.
I turned back to the nurses, patient care technicians, and all other staff personnel who would be keeping patients alive today. “Let me know if I can help.”
Everyone left, and I moved to my computer to sign in to make sure that I didn’t have anything I needed to take care of immediately before heading toward Finnian who was still patiently waiting for me to come to him.
Why was it such a turn-on that he was so patient and didn’t push?
And why was he here?
I walked up to him and said, “What are you doing here?”
His full lips quirked at the edges when he extended his hand and held out a coffee toward me.
I looked at the cup. “Umm…”
“Don’t worry.” He chuckled. “I hacked into your email and got the exact thing you order and where. It’s your usual.”
Not believing him, but thankful that he’d put forth the effort to get me something, I took a hesitant sip.
Then my eyes widened. “You got me my actual order!”
