Page 10 of Wrapped Up in You
“No kidding. At least that drama won’t go down. Still, I’m not sure if I should act on the attraction or if it’s all in my head. I mean, the man is hot, he’s smart, and he even has a good personality. You know how some men can be in a male-dominated world, and he’s training me.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. He’s training you, too? Boy, is the plot thickening.” Talia sits upright with a look of shock on her face, so I can tell this has really gotten her attention.
“My uncle’s idea, by the way.” This time, I snag a couple of crackers and a blueberry for Mackie. He notices right away, licks his chops, and sits on his hind legs, puts his front paws together. “You’re such a good boy.” He takes the dark-colored morsel and swallows it without chewing.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but it seems like your uncle did you a favor in a big way. As far as being in a male-dominated world, girl, you are not lying. The new ER doctor at the hospital came up to the ICU floor since the hospital is small, and we needed help. He barked orders, made an assistant cry, and basically laughed about it afterwards. Luckily, I’ve got thick skin thanks to my own dad being a lot like this jerk. Non-stop today, and I can take it as much as the next person. Anyways, back to your boss, mine can wait.” She picks up the bottle and gestures to me, asking if I want a refill.
“We can talk about you. I don’t mind one single bit, and yes to the wine. I’ve got one more in me before I’m at my limit for a work night.” Truth be told, I’d much rather talk about Talia’s work at the hospital, except I brought the subject up and she’ll dissect it with me and won’t stop until I’ve come to a decision.
“Nope.” Figures. I should have known. “Besides, a male in your field who isn’t an asshole. Tell me more.” She crosses her legs, places her elbow on her knee, propping her chin up, and looks me dead in the eye.
“Tall, dark, and handsome. The whole nine yards. A gentleman in the way he’ll guide you with the palm of his hand on your lower back, and besides me making an utter fool out of myself the first time we met, it’s that electric spark, the one that zings down your spine, makes your legs tremble, and well, let’s just say my toy has been getting a lot of use this week,” I admit.I should feel guilty, yet I don’t. Besides, on Friday, Crew had no problem getting close to me until Uncle Todd decided to come around, and then it was like a light switch flipped.
He kept his distance, no longer worked behind me. He sat in his seat, and the whole three feet circumference for space was in full effect.
“And there’s a problem, why?” Talia asks with a sly smirk.
“Well, the hot and cold he gave me on Friday sure puts a dampener on things.” I grab a few more bites of food, needing the carbs to soak up the alcohol that will surely go to my head if I’m not careful.
“Oh, a little grumpy sunshine into the mix. This has whirlwind romance written all over it. The honest truth?”
“Always.” I may not like to hear whatever Talia has to say, but I’ll listen all the same.
“Use him for your late-night moments. As for working with him, take it one day at a time. Which isn’t what either of us likes to hear, we’re the instant gratification type of people. In this case, though, I think you’re going to have to play it more on the safe side. You could always ignore him, give him a taste of his own medicine. It might make him realize what he can’t have.” A plan is formulated: the new clothes Aunt Val gave me, a few rounds with my toy tonight, and starting off with a fresh week.
“I think you’re right. I’m going to go along with your plan. Now tell me what happened with Doctor Dickhead.” We’ve made a huge dent in the board, each of us gorging on the goods. Next time, when it’s my turn, I’ll have to make extras because clearly, we really got to eating while talking.
“Eh, he’s not that important, and hopefully, we won’t have to deal with him again. This is why you’ll never catch me shitting where I eat. Especially in my industry, for some reason, you either have decent doctors or the worst of the worst.” Talia takes a deep breath, pours herself another drink, and now I’m kind ofwishing I had tomorrow off so I could do the same. ICU nurses, or any other nurse working in a hospital or doctor’s office, well, you have to be a saint, and they don’t get paid nearly enough for what they put up with.
“Never say never.” Talia does this thing with her lips, blowing out air and making a bubbling noise.
“For this, I will. My rule will stay my rule. I want a man who can use his hands, isn’t afraid to get dirty, and isn’t one of those gym-type buff guys. Now, enough about me. Get out of here. You have work tomorrow. I’m going to take this lug inside, put on my pajamas, and crash myself.” She stands up, and I start to gather a few things to help.
“I’ll help you out. A second set of hands will make it go faster.” We go through the paces with Mackie following us, hoping to get another scrap of food, and he most likely will, too.
“Thanks again for watching Mackie. You’re his favorite, way more than my parents. Plus, he’s so strong that sometimes I worry he’ll pull them too much, and I’ll see them in the hospital while I’m working.”
“Anytime. I love the goofy dude. He’s a good snuggle buddy, too.” I drop the wine glasses and bottle of wine on the counter before bending down to give Mackie some attention before heading out.
“Still, it’s appreciated. Now get out of here, have a date night with the man of your dreams, and keep me posted. I want all the juicy details.” Talia and I hug, I tell her to keep her phone handy for updates via text, give one last goodbye rub to Mackie, and head home.
7
CREW
“Good morning, Crew. Serena is in the office waiting for you,” Mary greets me on this Monday morning. The phone is already ringing on her desk, and I’m later than usual when I walk through the office doors. An aching cock will do that to you. It didn’t seem to matter how much I tried to ignore it, the damn thing wouldn’t calm down until I took care of business. It didn’t matter what I did. All weekend, it seemed like my thoughts circled back to Serena. Waking up this morning from an erotic dream where she was bent over my desk didn’t help matters, either.
It's a dream that will no doubt become a reality if I’m not careful. In fact, when I wrapped my hand around my dick, it was with the thought of taking her on every surface of my office. I lick my lips, remembering this morning and how I imagined Serena spread out on my desk, on her back, feet on the arms of my chair, ass hanging over the edge, and my shoulders keeping her open for me.
The first swipe of my tongue along the inside of her thigh made her quiver, and I inhaled her sweet scent, which only made me want more, at least in my fucking dream it did. It’s probablynothing like the real deal, but while I was slowly dragging my palm up and down my length, it sure as hell seemed that way.
She was wet, so damn wet, and my imagination ran wild with the idea of tasting her. The first time I get my mouth between her thighs is going to have me coming in my pants. Shit, it almost did this morning. I barely had enough time to pull my shorts down before things got even better than I expected. Serena’s hands delved into my hair, sinking her fingers into my flesh and holding me right where she needed me the most. I’d lick her through her first orgasm but wouldn’t stop there, no fucking way. Her slick heat, the way she’d clamp down on my tongue, I’d need to feel it elsewhere, like on my fingers, and definitely on my cock. Both of which got used while I continued to stroke my cock, using the cum dripping fast and furiously from the tip.
My mind went into overdrive, bypassing everything else besides sinking inside her wet heat. The only problem with that is me coming too fast for my liking, and it barely took the edge off, per fucking usual. Then, by the time I dragged my ass into the shower, the dumb piece of flesh between my legs perked up yet again. It took longer for me to get out of the door, needing more caffeine than usual, and to clear my head in the form of meeting up with a few of the guys. Between Asher, Johnny, and Tysen, it helped get me to a point where I’d bend my rules. Fuck everything between Todd has to say about keeping away from his niece and my self-imposed rules.
“Good morning, Mary. Can you order lunch again for the three of us? Not sure what Serena will be in the mood for, but I’ll leave that up to you and her.” I made a stop at human resources on my way out on Friday, and Serena will be receiving a check. Todd didn’t want to do it for fear he’d be portrayed as playing favorites, and the way I’m feeling about his niece, the last thing I want is for her to struggle when there’s something I can do to prevent it.
“Of course. There are no meetings scheduled today, either. I’m knocking on wood, if you know what I mean.” Anytime we start on a Monday without a meeting and things seem like they’re going okay, we get swamped with shit you don’t see coming.
