‘Sssh,’ he whispered, pulling her inside, and locking the door.
Duncan pushed Helen against the wall and jerked up her lacy top. His hands roughly caressed her breasts, arousing and exciting her as he ground his belly against hers. She felt the growing hardness of his cock and a wild hunger flooded her body. Her pussy ached, yearning for the feel of his lips, the delicious sensation of his tongue probing into her. Above all else, she had to have his cock pounding inside her, feel its power, its strength. She wished they could join together and remain that way forever.
Urgently Helen’s hands moved to his flies, sliding down the zip, unbuttoning the waistband. They dropped around his ankles as he pulled up her skirt, bunching it around her slim waist, and pushed aside her panties, to burrow his fingers into her moist depths.
‘God, how I want you,’ he groaned, biting her breasts, while his fingers thrust harder into her.
‘Now,’ she begged, arching her hips, wriggling agitatedly until he jerked down her panties. His hands cupped her buttocks, his passion almost animal-like in its instinct, as he lifted her and thrust at the same time.
Helen sighed with relief as he impaled her on his prick, the sensation so utterly delicious as he buried the entire length inside her. She twined her legs around his hips as he pressed her back against the wall. Duncan began to pound into her, his desire vigorous and urgent, using quick deep strokes, his pubic bone smacking hard against hers.
Duncan’s ramming shaft made her body quiver with pleasure as she felt the intense sensations spiral out of control. She could feel her orgasm moving closer, while each pounding thrust jammed her harder against the wall. Helen gave a muffled moan as her climax came in a sudden blinding rush. Duncan joined her, uttering a deep groan of surrender as the pleasure consumed his senses.
He leaned against Helen, his breath coming in laboured gasps, until he recovered enough to straighten and lower her gently to the ground. Helen’s whole body trembled as she struggled into her panties and did her best to readjust her crumpled clothing.
‘I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,’ Duncan said shakily, now fully dressed again, in his amazingly uncrushed suit. He was calmer now, but the passion still lingered in his dark eyes.
‘Nor me you,’ she admitted with a warm smile. ‘Shouldn’t you be going, you’ve got a plane to catch.’
‘Yeah,’ he agreed with a reluctance that heartened her immensely. ‘I’d much rather stay here with you.’
‘I’m flattered.’ She tenderly smoothed his ruffled hair. ‘You won’t be in Paris long, will you?’
‘Hopefully not,’ he replied. ‘Soon I’ll be back in England and on location less than twenty miles away. You promise you’ll come and visit me on set?’
‘If only to make sure you’re taking proper care of your health,’ she replied, thinking that she would have to contact Susanna to arrange nurse Barker’s visit. ‘That’s of course if I’m not busy playing detective around here.’
‘Whatever you do, be careful. We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with yet. You getting hurt isn’t on the agenda.’
‘Don’t be silly, how would I get hurt?’ she replied dismissively, appearing more confident than she felt.
‘I’m still going to worry about you.’ Duncan pulled her to him and kissed her with a tenderness that left her shaken to the core. It was a kiss of love not lust.
‘I’ll be fine,’ she insisted, trembling with the intensity of her emotion.
‘And I’d better go. If I don’t turn up in Paris on time, all hell will break loose.’ Duncan opened the door, letting Helen leave first, but following her immediately, heedless of what the occupants of the lobby might think. Helen didn’t care about anyone else’s opinion, and would have carried it off quite calmly if Sandra hadn’t been standing there, pointedly waiting for them.
‘Mr Paul,’ she said, hurrying forwards, smiling charmingly at Duncan, but totally ignoring Helen. ‘I had to come and bid farewell to such a high-profile patient.’
‘So thoughtful.’ Duncan replied politely. ‘I’m flattered, matron.’ He turned to look at Helen. ‘I have to leave right now, I won’t make the flight otherwise.’
‘Then we mustn’t keep you,’ Sandra interjected before Helen could reply.
‘Look after yourself.’ Duncan smiled tenderly at Helen, totally ignoring Sandra. ‘I’ll phone you as soon as I get back – goodbye, matron,’ he added as an after-thought, then flashed Helen another loving smile before he walked towards the door and climbed into his Mercedes.
Chapter Ten
HELEN STOOD THERE watching until Duncan’s car disappeared from sight, trying to contain her own unhappiness. She would miss him far more than she cared to admit.
‘Helen.’ Sandra’s tone was sharp.
‘Yes?’ Helen turned to Sandra, her thoughts still focused on Duncan.
‘You can’t stand here in the lobby all day like some mooning fan,’ Sandra said curtly. ‘Pull yourself together and come with me. I need to speak with you in private.’
Helen couldn’t refuse, even though she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a few minutes. She followed Sandra along the corridor, and into matron’s inner sanctum. ‘Well, what was it you wanted?’ she asked, thinking Sandra intended to discuss hospital business.
Sandra’s face twisted into an expression of disgust. ‘You’re supposed to be a doctor, not Duncan Paul’s whore!’
‘I beg your pardon?’ Helen could hardly believe what she was hearing.
‘You stink of sex,’ Sandra said bitchily. ‘Are you so desperate to fuck that guy that you’re prepared to do it practically in front of the entire hospital?’
‘It wasn’t like that –’ Helen stammered, then gave a bitter laugh. ‘You’re jealous!’ she said, realising that there was a very simple explanation for Sandra’s sudden hostility. ‘You fancy Duncan, and you are jealous – because he wanted me, not you.’
‘He may have wanted you for a quick shag because he was frustrated and there was no one else around at the time,’ Sandra sneered. ‘You obviously threw yourself at the man. But in real life, in his life, surrounded by beautiful actresses, he wouldn’t give you a second look. I’m not jealous, just utterly disgusted with your behaviour.’
‘And you think that you have the right to judge me?’ Helen snapped back. ‘You are unbelievable. You’re the promiscuous one, not me. I saw you, Sandra, tied naked to your bed, turned on by being whipped. You were all too eager to let anyone and everyone slather all over your body and push their cocks into every willing orifice.’
Helen’s venomous reply surprised even herself. She didn’t usually rise to the bait that easily. Yet the erotic vision her words conjured up clouded her thinking for a moment, exciting her beyond explanation, as the simmering heat in her pussy grew stronger. Not that long ago she’d had her face buried in this woman’s sex. Life got weirder by the moment.
‘I don’t recall you objecting at the time. When you were invited to join in you responded with alacrity!’ Sandra reminded her. ‘Justin and Ben can both attest to that. ‘However, what we choose to do in our private lives is nobody’s business but ours. Just as long as it doesn’t affect any of our professional responsibilities. That wasn’t the case with you, Helen. I should remind you that you are on duty this morning, and patient care does not extend to shagging them in the lobby before they leave.’
‘Is that so?’ Helen retorted. ‘That’s not what I’ve heard.’
Colin had acquainted her with even more of the rumours circulating in the East Wing. It was said that the majority of the nursing staff in the West Wing were all too eager to provide services to their patients way above the call of duty.
Helen had to admit that she was a little perturbed by Sandra’s words. Helen knew full well that she had let her desire for Duncan get out of hand. Having sexual relations with a patient in these circumstances might be more a moral than factual crime, but her behaviour had been foolhardy all the same.
‘Rumours always circulate in places like this,’ Sandra said curtly. ‘You don’t have to believe them. They are mostly started by a few disgruntled staff in the East Wing. It’s just sour grapes that’s all. The staff in the West Wing have been here longer and are consequently better paid that those in the rest of the hospital. However, your relationship with Duncan Paul was no ill-informed rumour, and it wasn’t even conducted with discretion. It was made obvious to all and sundry.’
‘Perhaps I did let matters get a little out of hand,’ Helen admitted. ‘But Duncan has left, so it won’t happen again.’
‘No, it won’t,’ Sandra agreed, her anger appearing to cool a shade. ‘We still need to have a serious talk about certain matters. First, I have something to show you. You had better sit down.’
‘I can’t stay long,’ Helen pointed out as she sat down reluctantly on the floral couch. ‘I have patients to attend to,’ she added, confused by the fact that Sandra had turned on the TV.
‘They can wait, this can’t.’ Sandra picked up the video remote. ‘I’ll show you my favourite part first.’ She relaxed back on the sofa. ‘I’ll be interested to hear if it’s your favourite too.’
For a brief second, when the picture first appeared on the screen, Helen thought she was watching a movie. Her face turned scarlet in embarrassed disbelief as she recognised the two naked people. ‘How did you get this?’ she gasped in horror, seeing herself inserting a gold vibrator into Duncan’s arse.
Helen was filled with such fury, such disgust, that her mind went blank for a moment. Yet for all her anguish, the sight of her and Duncan together was highly arousing. Watching herself make love was an amazingly hedonistic experience.
‘Judging by your expression, you’re enjoying this part best as well.’ Sandra stared intently at the screen, watching Helen energetically shaft herself on Duncan’s cock. ‘What does it feel like having sex with such a famous actor?’
‘Unbelievable,’ Helen hissed furiously. ‘How the hell did you get hold of this? Are there hidden cameras in my apartment?’
‘I could fast forward it if you like.’ Sandra smiled. ‘I love the bit where Duncan goes down on you. Who’s better at licking you, him or me?’
‘You are foul,’ Helen snapped. ‘Just tell me how the hell you got this.’
‘Your apartment used to be occupied by Justin,’ Sandra said with a goading smile. ‘Justin installed the camera – he’s always liked watching himself on the job. He used to bring the tapes with him, and we’d watch them while having sex ourselves. They are a great turn on, believe me. We often used to place bets on how long it would take him to seduce a new member of staff. He’s amazingly successful, you know.’
‘What is the point of this?’ Helen glanced back at the TV, growing wetter as she watched Duncan kissing and caressing every part of her naked body. ‘Is your intention to humiliate and embarrass me? Well, it won’t work.’
‘Oh, but it will,’ Sandra said confidently. ‘You played right into our hands, acting so indiscreetly in taking Duncan Paul to your apartment.’
‘It might have been foolish,’ Helen conceded. ‘But it’s not a cardinal sin.’
‘In the eyes of the British Medical Association it is.’ Sandra clearly thought she was on a roll as she stared at Helen, appearing so confident, so sure of herself.
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘I presume you know that a doctor can be struck off for having sexual relations with a patient,’ Sandra stated, as if Helen was some kind of idiot. ‘You did know that, didn’t you?’
‘Of course I knew,’ Helen snapped. ‘But officially Duncan was never my patient,’ she added, as a frisson of fear passed through her. ‘Ben Taylor was the admitting physician. He assisted during the surgery. I took no part at all in Duncan’s treatment. The only thing I did was check up on his post-op condition when requested to by Ben.’
‘You’re clutching at straws,’ Sandra replied, sounding chillingly sure of herself. ‘I suggest you examine Mr Paul’s hospital records. I’m certain you will find that your assumptions are incorrect.’ Sandra smiled triumphantly. ‘Your name is on every piece of paper in that file. Officially you were his attending physician.’
‘So you alter medical records when it suits you.’ Helen managed to hide her concerns amazingly well. ‘Strangely, that doesn’t surprise me.’
‘Not only was Duncan your patient, I have very visible proof that you were having sex with him. You’ll find not one person in this hospital who will be prepared to back up your side of the story. If I choose to do so, I can destroy your medical career in a moment.’ Sandra snapped her fingers loudly. ‘It will take no longer than that.’
‘What do you intend to do with this information, then?’ Helen challenged, fearing the worst.
‘Why nothing, darling.’ Sandra put on a good display of charming innocence as she looked with thoughtful consideration at Helen. ‘You’re a friend, a very intimate friend. Why should I want to hurt you? This tape will remain part of Justin’s secret library and will never be shown to anyone outside our little circle, unless –’ she paused to give extra emphasis to her next words ‘– unless you plan to continue your curious little forays into matters that are not your concern. I understand Justin spoke to you about this the other night. The problem is that you are looking for things that just aren’t there.’
‘Really?’ Helen raised her eyebrows. ‘I think there are some pretty weird things going on around here, Sandra. Such as non-urgent surgery being carried out in the middle of the night.’
‘You’re clearly troubled about the two patients we have lodged in the new annex,’ Sandra said coolly. ‘There’s nothing to be suspicious about. They are both very high-powered individuals who want to keep their treatment totally private. We offer a service second to none at the Princess Beatrice, and when we are asked to be discreet, we arrange to be just that.’
‘But why are they in the annex when it isn’t completed? And why the stories about problems with the structural integrity of one of the rooms?’ Helen challenged, certain that Sandra still wasn’t being truthful with her.
‘Why do you have to complicate everything? Duncan Paul is the one who deals in fantasy, not you. Doctors rely on cold, hard facts,’ Sandra replied calmly. ‘Rumours had reached us about a member of the tabloid press infiltrating the hospital. So we decided to place these patients in rooms in the annex which were already finished, and make it out of bounds to everyone but a few select members of staff that we knew we could trust – those staff members who wouldn’t see something suspicious or underhand in our motives. You were new here, Helen. We didn’t know how safe it would be to confide in you, so we chose to keep you in the dark.’
‘I’m sorry if my suspicions were wrong,’ Helen said, thinking it wiser at present to appear to accept Sandra’s explanation of events – at least until she decided what to do about the videotape. She saw no point in examining Duncan’s medical records; they would be exactly as Sandra said, falsified just as she’d promised.
‘In future I would suggest that you keep your mind wholly on your work,’ Sandra said, smiling at Helen. ‘If you do that everything will be fine,’ she continued, putting her hand on Helen’s thigh and squeezing it in a very familiar fashion.
Colin jogged through the hospital grounds, trying to control the anger that simmered deep inside him. It was a long time since he’d felt like this; he had managed to smother most of his aggressive tendencies since he’d left the army. Yet now they were surfacing again, whether he wanted them to or not.
Ben Taylor’s behaviour was the main cause of his anger. Created out of concern for Zara, it had taken root and flourished as he discovered more of Ben’s perfidy. Helen Dawson had contacted one of the old people’s institutions, and the children’s home, pretending to be a physician involved in monitoring the Ampesoman trials. In order to protect herself, she’d given a false name, so that even if Ben did get to hear of her visit, he wouldn’t know i
t was Helen.
Helen had discovered that a number of patients had been put on the drug – so far twenty-one in all – and she still had the second old people’s home to check up on. Some of the patients on Ampesoman had already begun to suffer a variety of unpleasant side effects, but Ben had insisted that they must all continue and take the entire course of tablets. This was because he wouldn’t get the $10,000 pay-out if the patient’s six-week trial wasn’t satisfactorily completed. He seemed to display no concern for the wellbeing of his patients. His only interest was the money he hoped to make.
Zara had taken no persuading to stop taking the drug but she had yet to acquaint Ben of that fact. Helen, meanwhile, had promised her friend Peter Caxton at the FDA in Washington that she would try to find proof that Ben was falsifying his records, and intended to appropriate all the cash due to be paid to those on the drug trial. Somehow they had to get hold of concrete evidence, both on Ben and the patients lodged in the annex. To those ends, Colin had casually befriended one of the girls who worked in the bacteriology department. She had told Colin that Justin kept his office locked, and even the lab staff weren’t allowed in there. Both Justin and Ben had keys to the office which they kept on them at all times. All Colin had to do was figure out how to get hold of one of the keys and surreptitiously break into Justin’s office to find some corroborating evidence. There was no way he would let Helen try to do anything like that. He was convinced that he could adequately protect himself if things got nasty – but she couldn’t.
Colin ran the last few yards, then slowed to a brisk walk as he entered the building, making his way to the gym. He intended to have only a short exercise session before going to see Zara. She was due to check out tomorrow and fly off to the Bahamas. Then he wouldn’t see her for two weeks. He hated to say goodbye to her, but he had to stay here, work out his notice, and also help Helen.
Usually, at this time of day, a little after 6 p.m., the gym was empty. Most staff favoured the early morning sessions. The locker room was unisex, with separate cubicles for the more modest, so most people just changed together and left their stuff on the benches. It was never locked away because nothing was ever stolen at the Princess Beatrice.
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