Page 6 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“You done looking?” he asks sheepishly.
“Just at your wound,” I quickly lie and stand on it. Even when his eyes call me out, I stand firm. “Wait here.”
Once he’s on the sofa, I step into my bathroom, wash my hands, then grab my personal medical kit from under the sink. When I walk out, I glove up and get to it. The gash is about three inches but it isn’t too deep. After washing it, I see that the bleeding as indeed stopped. So, I seal it with Skin Stitch, apply antibiotic around it, then bandage it. He’s quiet but as I tend to him, I can feel his eyes on me.
“You really know what you’re doing,” he says, tone mixed with surprise and impression. “Are you a nurse or something?”
“Or something,” I tease as I stand. “I’m a surgical technologist.”
“Like in real surgeries?”
“Yes, in the operating room. I’ve been doing it for five years.”
“Wow. I guess I almost died in front of the right person.”
He smiles and so do I. After gathering up my stuff, I trek back into the bathroom, trash the bandages used, and wash my hands. When I walk out, he’s standing.
“Why are you up?” I ask.
“I need to use the restroom if you don’t mind.”
“Yes…Of course. Go ahead.”
“You not gone ask me if I need help?” he asks and I can’t hold my laughter.
Lord knows I’m curious to know if all of him is big.
“I think you can handle that,” I tell him.
He flashes me a smile andwhew! I love a man with pretty ass teeth.His sexy level just elevated another notch and he was already to the damn moon.
While clinching my damn thighs together as I walk, I step to the sofa, gather the towels and his shirt, and take them the to my laundry room. After starting the load, I walk out and he’s back in the living room, sitting.
“Your shirt is in the machine. It’s going to take a minute. Do you want a Tylenol or Advil for pain?” I ask.
“Nah. I think I’m straight. You got some healing magic or some shit in your hands. Thank you for patching me up.”
“It’s the least I can do. When your shirt is ready, I’ll take you to,” I begin then it hits me.How did he get to the gas station? Did he leave his car there?“Did you drive to the gas station?”
“Yea. My ride is still there. I can catch an iDrive back. It’s not that deep.”
“No. I’m taking you and don’t argue, please. Let me turn the tv on for you. I’m hungry and I’m about to cook while your shirt washes. So, relax,” I encourage. For some reason, I’m not in a hurry for him to leave.
“You cook too?” he says with a smile.
“I do more than cook, I burn,” I boost, smiling too. “You like salmon?”
“It’s my favorite seafood.”
“Then, I’ll cook enough for you too.”
I reach for the remote on the table in front of him but he stops me. “I don’t need the tv unless you do. I’m cool with just talking.”
“Me too then. You want something to drink? I got some liquor. White or dark?”
“Dark.”
“Cognac, Whiskey, or Bourbon?”
