Page 14 of Scandalously Yours

Kristopher

I’d been getting acquainted with all the staff, and that had been interesting to say the least. It had also been draining which was why I was in a hurry to finish these introductions. I had no where to go really, but I would be the hell out of this place which would be a start. It seemed as if I had lived and breathed this place for the last several days. I was finally at the end of the road and as I looked down at the last name on my list, something inside of me stirred.

Alessia Johnston. I had known from the first night on the beach that we’d be working closely together, but I didn’t think it fully sunk in until I placed the call last night.

I had wanted to appear far less casual in my voicemail to her, but I honestly didn’t know what to say to her. We hadn’t talked since the Bahamas, and that wasn’t even what I really wanted to do with her. She was very easy to talk to, which was why I had probably even told her too much about my current situation. I didn’t mind listening to her talk about anything because I loved the sound of her voice. I just didn’t prefer to discuss myself or my issues because I’m a man and a Titan at that. We didn’t bemoan shit. We conquered it, and I needed to focus on that right now.

It was just so hard because every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her face contorted in pleasure as I brought her to an orgasm. And if I wasn’t seeing things, I was hearing them in her voice or feeling them in her touch. Fuck, I had been so preoccupied with thoughts of her that I had started to see her in the different places I went, including the park with my son. How in the fuck was I ever going to work alongside her when all I still wanted to do was drag her into an empty room and have my way with her?

I looked up when I heard the soft rap at the door. I knew this was her because she was a few minutes early. I had noticed her punctuality even back in the Bahamas. The knock was also so low it could only be from her and those soft hands I still remembered stroking my cock.

“Come in,” I said loudly, and prepared myself for her as the door opened. She stepped inside but didn’t immediately close the door. “You can shut the door, then take a seat, Miss Johnston.”

She gave a slight nod, then did as I’d asked. As she made it over to my desk, even the sight of her in white scrubs did nothing to lessen my attraction. She could be wearing a barely there swimsuit, scrubs, fitness outfit, or a burlap sack and I would still want her all the same. Alessia moved to the chair in front of my desk and smiled slightly as she sat down.

I waited for a few seconds, until finally I cleared my throat. “How have your first few days been here at New York Presbyterian?”

I remembered she was starting at the hospital directly following the conclusion of the medical convention, and that seemed like a safe enough spot to start. She nervously tucked some hair behind her ear before she answered.

“It’s been okay so far. The emergency department is an interesting place.”

Her hands were on her lap, and while I couldn’t see them, I knew she was twisting them because she tended to fidget a lot, even back in paradise. “I can see that. Why don’t you tell me a little about your education?”

She blinked once or twice, then responded, “I think we’ve already established that before but if you need me to go back—”

“No, no.” She had told me everything about this during our time in the Bahamas, and as much as I wanted to forget about it, she didn’t seem to do the same. “That’s fine. We did meet at the convention.”

“Meet?” she asked, then I saw the expression on her face fall. If she had been remembering everything we did during those days, a simple conversation wasn’t all.

I had hurt her. I could see it now. “You’re right. We did discuss all of that before. I guess if there isn’t anything else, you’re free to go.”

She stood up in a hurry, and I followed suit. I planned to show her to the door, then get the hell out of here myself. I could go to the Vault, watch the dancers, and imagine I lived a different life. She walked to the door but before she could even get her hand on the knob, she spoke, “Do you need me to get reassigned?”

I could tell from the shrinking of her shoulders that she’d already resigned herself to the fact. “That won’t be necessary.”

She turned at my words and shook her head. “I can’t stand whatever this awkwardness is between you and me. I understand what happened before was a mistake, but...”

Her voice trailed off as I let out a harsh exhale. “What happened wasn’t a mistake.” There, I had said it.

“If not, then why are you so cold right now?” Being described as that was like a parting shot, not that she would know it. I sure as hell didn’t want her viewing me through the same lens that I did Hayley.

I closed the distance between us but managed to touch nothing more than her arms. “I’m your boss, so anything more would be highly ina—”

“Inappropriate. Yes, you’ve mentioned that before.”

Her voice cracked once or twice, and her eyes were downcast. I needed to tell Alessia she was correct, then send her on her way, but as the seconds ticked between us, I didn’t want her to leave. Against my better judgment, I touched the side of her face, and the moment she turned her cheek into my palm, all thoughts of remaining professional disappeared. “We shouldn’t do this,” I murmured to her.

“N-no, we shouldn’t,” she stammered, even though neither of us made a move to correct it.

My thumb brushed back and forth over her cheek until I moved it lower. When it made contact with her lips, I traced the seam. Her tongue slipped partially out before it retreated inside. I continued to rub her mouth, remembering how soft those lips were and how good she tasted. I groaned in remembrance, and that was when she wrapped her lips around the tip of my finger. I stopped momentarily before working it between them. I thrust the tip of my thumb in and out of her mouth a few times, then I pulled it away.

Her gaze raised to mine, and I could see how conflicted she was. I couldn’t even imagine what she saw in my eyes, but whatever it was, it obviously wasn’t what she had hoped it would be. “I apologize for that. It won’t happen again.”

There was a vehemence to the resignation in her voice. I dropped my hand from her cheek, but only to brush her hair off to one side. Once I had her neck bared to me, I gently began massaging her throat with my hand. I badly wanted to wrap it around and squeeze, but I would scare her. I knew that. There was so much pent up energy inside of me, and I’d done my best to hold back when we were in the Bahamas.

She tested the very limits of my control. She did then, and as she stared at me with those large doe eyes, she was doing it again. I finally wrapped my hand around her neck. “I can’t get you out of my head,” I finally admitted.

She reached up this time to touch the side of my face. Her fingers brushed over the stubble of my beard, and she brushed her own thumb over my mouth. “I’ve ached for you.”

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