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Billie
I’m administeringMr. Wilson his antibiotics when I hear Mandy’s self-entitled screech.
“You can’t go back there!” she says. “I’ll call the police.”
I finish up what I’m doing and head into the corridor.
Cyrus is pacing up and down looking in all the rooms. He’s like a man possessed.
“There you are,” he says when he sees me.
“Is something wrong?”
He rushes towards me and takes me by the hand. “Wrong?” he says. “Why would there be anything wrong?”
He’s smiling so much, it’s like he’s won the lottery.
“I don’t know,” I giggle. “You’re running around late at night terrorizing nurses. I thought there might be something wrong.”
He rubs his thumb down the side of my face. Mandy’s staring at us from behind her desk. Her face is set to uber-scowl mode. She’ll get wrinkles if she keeps it up any longer.
“I just really wanted to see you. Is that so bad?” he says. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow."
A hot flush shoots through my whole body. I’d be lying if I said the attention he was giving me didn’t turn me on.
“Come on,” I say, pulling him towards an empty room. “Let’s go somewhere private.”
I turn my back on him as I lock the door. Before I’ve finished, his hands are on my hips and his lips are peppering my neck with kisses.
“Stop it,” I giggle.
“I can’t,” he says. “You’re just so damn beautiful.”
“Have you been drinking?” Usually, when men are this interested in me, it’s because they’ve poured half a bottle of whiskey down their throat. But I can’t smell anything on Cyrus’s breath.
“Not a drop,” he says. “I’m just high on life… high on you.”
I turn around and wrap my arms around his narrow waist. It feels good to be this close to him. It feels right. The heat from his body is breaking down all those defenses I’ve put up around my heart. I should have told him to leave me alone. But, deep down, I know that’s not what I want.
I stand up on my tiptoes and close my eyes.
Our lips collide like two big bulls in breeding season. A clash of lips. Panted breath. Hands flying all over the place as we desperately try to disrobe.
“I quit my job,” he says, as I fall back onto the hospital bed and he climbs on top of me. “I quit the club.”
The moon’s shining through the big open window. His face is half in shadow, half bathed in dull, white light. If he’s not the best looking man I’ve ever seen, then the earth’s flat and a donkey’s a cat and Kim Kardashian’s actually a space alien come down from the planet Goop to infiltrate our minds.
I almost don’t want to ask. But I have to know. “Does that mean you’re going to be staying around here?” I say.
“Yes,” he growls, his mouth glued to my neck, and his hand slowly working its way up my thigh, until he’s rubbing my pussy through the thin material of my scrubs. “You can’t get rid of me that easy.”
“To be with your mom?”
“To be with you, Nurse Billie.”
He pulls down my pants and the feel of his finger against my lady parts is almost enough to bring me to climax.
