by Nikki Chase
That light shade of blonde… Could it be her?
My heart beats faster as I keep my eyes on the blonde. Jacqueline Summers, is that you?
As if she hears my question, she looks up, and my heart stops.
Oh, shit.
It’s really her.
Holy fuck.
I’m really glad I’ve found her. Now we can pick up where we left off.
Yet there’s also some anger simmering under the surface. She left me hanging without an explanation, and with a dumb excuse that, come to think of it, really insulted my intelligence.
Luckily, in my world, attraction and anger can go hand in hand.
I’m starting to count the number of minutes she’s been late, up until now. She won’t be able to sit for a while when I’m done spanking her ass.
When she catches my gaze, her big doe eyes widen even more, and her lips part in surprise. In her eyes: recognition, attraction, lust, and panic—all at once.
It’s a beautiful sight. I get high on that mixture of lust and fear. It’s my elixir.
It starts out as a huff of breath that’s just a little too loud. I’m just so fucking glad to have found her again, and God, the way she looks right now…
You know when you watch a stupid cat video on YouTube and it’s so damn cute you can’t help but smile and want to reach into the screen to grab all the fucking adorable cats?
Yeah, that’s how I’m feeling now. I watch her expression change while she decides which mood to wear, and I can’t stand it.
I look away and clear my throat before a chuckle escapes my throat. That would’ve been inappropriate.
Dr. Crenshaw starts walking, and the interns follow. I fall back to match Jacqueline’s pace. The slight worried frown on her face only fuels my desire.
You’d better be worried angel. You’re about to get fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.
She looks different with her hair down and a pair of glasses perched on her nose. The loose blue scrubs she’s wearing obscures her figure, but I know she’s hiding a tight little body underneath.
A part of me likes that she’s nerdy during the day. It turns her sexy, night-time persona into a little secret.
But I don’t like how many secrets she’s keeping from me.
“Where were you?” I ask under my breath as the group keeps moving.
She glances up at me and softly says, “I, uh, I was too drunk to stay.”
“You couldn’t have come up to let me know?”
“It was pretty bad,” she says, her cheeks growing red. “I had to go home right away.”
“It still would’ve been faster to go up to my room. I’m not a complete asshole. I would’ve let you sleep and not bothered you if you were feeling unwell.”
“Yeah, but I…” Her sentence hangs in the air as she hesitates. She lets out a soft sigh. “I passed out. My friend took me home,” she admits, her gaze flicking away from me in embarrassment.
What the hell…?
After all the conspiracy theories I came up with, it turns out she just couldn’t handle her drink?
I hide a small smile. “You’re not going to apologize to me for standing me up?”
“Sorry,” she says quickly.
“It’s going to take more than words to make up for it.”
She gazes up at me from underneath her lashes, arousal flashing in her blue eyes. This girl likes being told what to do. It wasn’t just because of the alcohol.
“You're coming to dinner with me on Thursday,” I state.
I was planning to take her straight to my hotel room, but there’s something about this girl. She’s so full of contradictions.
Sometimes she’s sassy, but she can also be so naïve and innocent. Her tough act is amusing, and it’s even more amusing when she inevitably gets tangled in her own little lies and becomes all flustered.
I’ll have to figure her out. And a dinner is perfect for that—not to mention, I’d love to see her get all dressed up again.
She seems unsure. “I’ll have to check my—”
“Your schedule? I’ve already done that for you. You’ll get off at 7. I’ll be waiting for you outside at 7:30.”
And then maybe later that night I’ll finally get off.
“Okay,” she says.
“Good. Don't make me wait this time. Or you’ll really regret it.” I hold out my hand. “Give me your phone.”
Jacqueline hesitates for a moment, but then she hands it to me.
I make sure both phones are silent so I don’t disrupt Dr. Crenshaw’s lesson. I call myself from Jacqueline’s phone so she has my number, and her number shows up on my screen too.
I give Jacqueline a small smile before I give her back her phone and leave the group of interns.
The last time I promised to punish her, she didn't show up and nothing happened.
But this time it's happening. Jacqueline’s ass will glow bright red with pain. She’ll get the punishment she deserves.
Jacqueline
“Wow, looks like you really charmed him, huh?” Karen puts her plastic tray on the cafeteria table and sits down.
I give her a weak smile. “I’m not thrilled about him seeing me like this, though.”
Karen looks put together—clean hair tied into a ponytail, light make-up…
Me, on the other hand… I’ve been spending all morning worried that Gabe had smelled me before he’d seen me. In fact, when he first opened his mouth, I totally expected him to say something about my disheveled appearance.
My hair is a tangled mess that’s crisp to the touch, thanks to the copious amounts of hairspray I dumped on it last night. I put it up into an easy bun, but it’s… voluminous in a weird, unnatural way.
My make-up is basically the same as last night—in other words, it’s completely inappropriate for work. I managed to remove some smudged mascara this morning, though, and the whole thing has also kind of faded overnight. So I have too much and too little make-up at the same time, somehow.
“Don’t worry about it. He asked you out on a date, right?” Karen asks.
I nod.
“Then he still likes what he sees. Trust me.” Karen makes a face when she takes a closer look at the Salisbury steak on her plate. “Ugh, with the kind of bills the hospital charges our patients, you’d think they could afford better food.”
“It’s not horrible. I’m getting used to it.” I stab a piece of the brown meat and pick up some of the thick liquid pooling at the bottom of my plate.
“Yeah, the meat is maybe kind of okay sometimes, but this egg is made of something unholy. It tastes like Styrofoam.” Karen takes a bite. “And cancer. It tastes like Styrofoam and cancer.”
I laugh.
“So before you passed out, I take it you were about to…” Karen leaves her sentence unfinished, but the way she wiggles her eyebrows up and down tells me exactly what she’s talking about.
I can’t help the grin that’s spreading across my cheeks right now. I still can’t believe Gabe and I were about to do it last night.
“Way to go, Summers.” Karen returns my grin. “Like a scared little baby deer, you were so worried last night. But you slayed him like a majestic lioness. Well done.”
“Well, I’m glad that’s how you think of me and I’d love to maintain that kick-ass image, but that’s not exactly how it went down last night. I kind of made a fool of myself.”
“With that pretty face, you don’t have to worry about stuff like that,” Karen says. “Now I feel bad about letting you drink so much last night. If it weren’t for that, he would’ve—” she drops her voice “—he would’ve made a woman out of you.”
I giggle, even as a spark of excitement lights up in my brain. God, I’d love for something like that to happen.
As my gaze wanders, I realize someone’s watching me.
Gabe.
He’s sitting with another doctor—I can’t tell who his lunch mate is because I can only see the back of his head and his whit
e coat. Gabe occasionally nods and I can see his lips moving as he speaks with the other doctor, but his green eyes keep flicking to stare at me.
“I was wondering why you went quiet all of a sudden,” Karen says as she looks back over her shoulder, following the direction of my gaze. “He’s totally still checking you out. What happened last night?”
I hesitate.
My whole life, I’ve put people in separate boxes and avoided mixing them together.
Gabe belongs in the “family” box because I met him through my brothers. But now he’s at the hospital, mingling with members of my “workplace” box.
Maybe it’s okay to let the two overlap a little. I mean, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to talk to Gabe last night if it weren’t for Karen, so I kind of owe her a story.
Besides, it’s not like I can just stop Gabe from coming to the hospital.
So I tell Karen what happened last night, without mentioning about the history between Gabe and me. As the words flow from my mouth, I relive the magical moments, when Gabe and I met again under the moonlight on that balcony, as waves wash over sand and rocks.
It feels so long ago, so far removed from this bright, austere hospital. But Gabe’s still gazing at me across the cafeteria, so it must’ve really happened.
I have no idea what Gabe wants to do on Thursday, but whatever it is… I want it.
Jacqueline
The days go by in a blur of activity. That’s just par for the course when you’re a medical intern.
But I’ve been counting my days until today.
It’s Thursday. I’m supposed to have dinner with Gabe tonight.
I guess things are working out pretty well. If I’d gone up to his room that night, I would’ve only had a one-night stand with him. But now, I’ll have a dinner at least.
On the other hand, if we’d already had sex that first night and he’d liked it, then we would’ve already done it a bunch of times by now. And I wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.
Okay. What?
I’m not making sense to myself. That’s one of the things that happen when sleep deprivation hits me.
This is not good.
This is so not a good time to be extra dumb.
I should blame Gabe. He picked the first night I have the next day off.
Normally, I’d go home and pass out for, like, twelve hours.
Instead, I have a date tonight. An intense, exciting, stress-inducing event.
I don’t know how he got his hands on my schedule, and I don’t know how I should feel about it.
I’ve been stalking him forever, so I think what he’s doing is really sweet. I imagine him rifling through a list of the interns’ schedule, searching for my name. I know how he must feel at that moment, because I felt it too, when I found out he was coming into town.
But at the same time, it worries me that he’s digging into my personal details. I don’t know what he might find, and there are a few things I don’t want him to ever know about me.
There’s one thing in particular that would make him suspect me or even hate me if he knows.
I walk down the hall in a daze, busy with my thoughts. When the main door of the hospital opens, warm summer breeze caresses my skin and lures me back into reality.
It’s too bright outside, but I notice Gabe’s convertible at the bottom of the concrete steps immediately, even though it takes a while for my eyes to completely adjust.
He looks different tonight. More like the old him.
When I met him after the award event, he looked dapper in his crisp suit.
I’ve been admiring the way he looks in his scrubs and white coat at the hospital for days, and I still can’t get enough of how he handles tough situations and makes difficult decisions under pressure. So obviously I’m a fan of that look as well.
But tonight, Gabe reminds me of how he used to be. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and a navy-blue blazer.
It feels like the old Gabe has rocked up to pick up the old Jackie so we can hang out together.
“Jacqueline,” Gabe greets me, reminding me that it’s been eight years since the last time we hung out, and that he has no idea who I really am.
“Hi, Gabriel.” I have to keep reminding myself to not slip up and call him Gabe. It wouldn’t be natural. Everyone else calls him Gabriel.
He leans over in his seat and opens the door of his convertible from the inside. “You look great.”
“Thank you.” I smile as I carefully get into the car, ass-first, so I don’t flash anybody my lady bits. Looks like I went with the right choice, going with my favorite little black dress. I pull the car door closed. “You look nice, too.”
“Thanks.” Gabe puts his hand on the back of my seat as he backs up the car.
Maybe it sounds a little sad, but just the nearness of his hand makes my heart beat faster. When I glance at him, his face is full of concentration and the veins in his forearm are popping.
“Aren’t we drawing too much attention?” I ask when I notice the pairs of eyes staring at us. A part of me wonders what they think of us. Do we look like a couple?
But I’m already risking a lot by making contact with Gabe without my family’s knowledge. If someone sees us together and recognizes us both, I’d be in trouble. Worse still, I might drag Gabe down with me.
Luckily we live in a big city. But I’d still rather be safe than sorry.
“I don’t care if people stare,” Gabe says. “They can’t help it because you’re so beautiful.”
My cheeks heat up, only to cool down when we start gliding down the main street, with the wind lashing against my face.
“Where are we going?” I ask, shouting over the sound of the wind.
“You’ll see.”
As the car speeds down the highway and toward the west, the orange sun gradually hangs lower in front of us.
I’m glad I didn’t try to do anything fancy with my hair. The way Gabe’s driving, it will be a mess by the time we reach wherever it is we’re going. With my quick, easy bun, at least the mess looks deliberate.
When we pull up at the beach, it feels like I’ve regained my hearing. Without the wind blowing in my ears, I can pick up the sounds of children laughing and people chattering all around us.
“I’m glad you decided to show up,” Gabe says as he gets out and shoves the car door closed.
It feels weird to close all the doors of a car and still have all the interior exposed to the outdoors. I don’t get convertibles.
“I did say I would, Gabe…riel.”
Gabe doesn’t seem to notice my mistake. “Yeah, but you have a history of saying things you don’t mean.” He casually puts his hand around waist.
At the hospital, I’ve caught Gabe staring at me whenever we’re in the same room. Sometimes, he’d smile or even quickly say hi.
But it’s busy at work, and we haven’t had much chance to talk after that first morning.
To be honest, I was beginning to feel neglected.
“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” I protest, even though I couldn’t care less. Not with the heat of his hand on my waist.
“Yeah?” Gabe has a wicked twinkle in his eyes when he turns to look at me. “What about when you pretended to be a smoker? Or when you said you were going to go up to my room?”
“I never said I was a smoker, and I really intended to go up to your room.”
Gabe chuckles. “You’re trying to hide something. I don’t know what it is, but you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.”
A chill runs down my spine.
As small beads of sweat start to dot my forehead, I realize Gabe looks too relaxed for someone who suspects his date of having a big, dark secret.
I’m being silly. He probably thinks I’m just not comfortable in my own skin or something silly like that.
“One of these days, someone’s going to take you for something you’re not, and what are you going to do then, angel?”
Gabe gives me a smirk and an intense stare that stops my heart for a second, but then he points at something in the distance. “That’s what we’re having for dinner tonight.”
“Hot dog?”
I mean, I don’t expect a romantic candle-lit dinner at some Michelin-starred restaurant, but a hot dog stand?
I have to admit the walk on the beach is nice, though. The sun is just starting to set, coloring the darkening sky orange and pink. A crowd gathers around a guy who’s playing a big African drum.
“Yeah, hot dog.” Gabe gives me a grin that makes him look almost boyish.
“Cool.”
He gestures to an empty bench on the boardwalk and I take a seat there as he goes to order our dinner.
Men look sexy when they’re getting me food. Maybe buying food is the modern equivalent of some good old hunting and gathering. Or maybe I just like watching Gabe’s cute ass while he walks away,
When he comes back, Gabe hands me a hot dog and takes a seat beside me. He says, “I used to come here all the time when I was still living here.”
Yeah, I know. With Sam.
“Are you planning on staying?” I can’t stop myself from asking.
“I don’t know. I don’t have anything to stay for,” he says, his words stabbing me in the heart without him even realizing it.
I don’t blame him. To him, we’re practically strangers. He doesn’t know I’ve loved him my whole life. There’s no reason why he should stay just for me.
“Why are you here, then?” I ask.
“My father’s trying to persuade me to stay but… I don’t know.” Gabe sighs, then turns to look at me. “How do you feel about the work that you do, Jacqueline? Is being a doctor everything you’ve always hoped it would be?”
I finish chewing on the hot dog in my mouth and swallow. “Those are some really loaded questions.”
Gabe laughs. “Okay, let’s keep it simple then. How do you like your job, Jacqueline?”
“Eh,” I say, “I expected the long hours and the exhaustion. I didn’t expect there to be so much admin work. I barely see my own patients. I spend most of my time in front of a computer.”
Gabe turns to me with tenderness in his eyes, like the way he used to look at me when we were both younger. Except there’s something else in there: desire.
