by Ava May
“’Morning,” she said and he watched, confused, as she made her way past him. There was no tension, no glare, and no bitter tone.
He followed behind her, stepping into her office as she set her stuff down. “You okay?”
She blinked her green eyes at him and nodded. “I’m good.”
He watched her curiously. “Okay, get a room ready. I have a family coming in early. All five kids are sick. They’ll be here in a few minutes. Tammy has to work, so I see her before office hours.”
“Okay, will do.”
Kendrick left the room, shaking his head. She was a moody woman. One minute she was biting his head off, then she was kissing him, and then all day she ignored him. Now she came in acting like nothing happened. He was offended. She should have been blushing and batting her lashes at him, hoping for more. Right now, he didn’t have time to question her. Not with the five kids coming in. He had to be ready for a lot of crying and violence. Tammy’s children weren’t the most pleasant, especially when they were sick.
Less than ten minutes later, Peyton stuck her head in his office. “The big family is here, and those kids are sick as heck.”
He nodded. “I’ll be right there; you have them all set up?”
“Yeah, did temps and updated their charts too.”
“Thank you.”
Her eyes widened in surprise before she walked away. He wasn’t that much of an ass, was he? She was too surprised that he was polite. Shit. She had already told him she didn’t like him. How the hell was he going to get her to come home with him? He wanted her desperately. Already he craved her touch, her kiss. It was pathetic. He stormed out of his office and took a deep breath before he went into the room. The room was littered with kids ranging from two to twelve. All five of them were pale and gaunt looking. He looked over the charts. All had fevers and then the littlest one vomited all over the floor. The flu. There wasn’t much he could do.
“Hey, Tammy. The kids are definitely sick. I’m pretty sure it’s the flu, but let me check them out.”
After he had given each kid a thorough exam, he didn’t have anything for her. It was the flu. It could last as little as a day or up to two weeks. “Sorry, honey. It’s the flu. All of them need to go home and get into bed. Try to keep liquids in them, and don’t be surprised if none of them eat.”
“Shit, I can’t miss work, and who wants to watch five sick kids… no one.” Tears filled her eyes and before he could pull her into his arms to hug her, there was a small knock at the door.
He opened it to see Peyton nibbling her lip. “I couldn’t help but overhear.” She licked her lips. “I could watch them. If you give me the day off, that is.”
His eyes widened. Why would she offer to watch five kids she didn’t even know? She must have really wanted away from him. He didn’t like it at all, but Tammy heard her offer and stepped in front of him.
Chapter 7
“You’d really watch my kids so I can go to work?”
I nodded. It was better than being cooped up with Kendrick. I could already feel myself suffocating with need. The need to touch him, feel his taut skin beneath my fingers.
“I’ve got nieces and nephews. I’ve also got one hell of an immune system. You look like you could use a miracle today.”
Tammy burst into tears and nodded. “I do so badly. Since their dad left it’s been hard.”
I stepped into the room and pulled her into a hug. It felt good to be able to do something nice. “You’ll have to ask my boss if I can have the day off though,” I whispered and didn’t miss the glare.
“No, it will be a paid day. You’re still working, just not in the office. Let’s call it a house call.”
I could tell it was hard for him to spit the words out. I held back my triumphant smile and looked at the five sicklings. “Looks like I’m going home with you guys.”
None of them looked thrilled, but they weren’t doing well so I wouldn’t hold it against them.
“Tell Nurse Peyton ‘thank you,’ boys,” Tammy said sternly.
“Thank you, Nurse Peyton,” they all said in unison. Their voices were low and raspy. It was heart-breaking.
“Well, let me get my things, and I’ll follow you then.”
“Thank you so much. I can’t even begin to really show you—”
“We’re good. I’m glad I can help. Let’s get you home so you’re not late for work.”
I carried my purse out of my office and smiled when Kendrick glared. He softened some but the heat was there. “Don’t think being a good person stops me from talking to you. I will be seeing you later—one way or another. Don’t try to hide from me.”
I shivered from his tone and ignored the way my panties dampened by his command. I’d offered for two reasons. One, Tammy sounded desperate, and two, I needed to get away from the sexy man sending the sexiest smoldering look my way.
I gulped and nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Adams.” Keep it professional. Yep, that was the best way to piss him off.
He leaned in. “You’ll see me sooner than tomorrow.”
“No, you won’t. I am your employee until five. After that, what I do is my business.”
“I’ll just go to your house.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“That wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“What we did in my office wasn’t appropriate, but that didn’t stop us, now did it?” he said through clenched teeth.
I blushed and looked away. He was right. “Fine, I’ll come by here after Tammy gets home from work.”
“Too late. I’ll be at your house when I’m done here. We need to clear the air.”
I glared. “Fine, but don’t expect to come inside. We’ll talk outside.” I left out the ‘where it’s safe’ part of my thought.
“Don’t think that will stop me from throwing you to the ground and having my way with you, Peyton.”
I shook my head and went to walk away when he grabbed my arm. “I really just want to talk, okay?”
“Fine. See you later.”
I walked away. He was cocky. I couldn’t stand it. He knew exactly how to piss me off, which also aroused me. It was unreal. All night, I’d thought about what had happened and each time I thought of his hands on me, I felt the urge to do it all over again. I felt out of control. My emotions were out of whack. If I didn’t know better, I felt like a hormonal teenager, which was fucking stupid. He drove me crazy.
Chapter 8
Kendrick waited in his office. He knew Tammy wouldn’t be home for at least a half hour, and he was debating on his reasoning. Did he really want to go there? She didn’t seem happy that he was pushing himself on her, but there was something about her. He had to figure out what it was. He wasn’t used to feeling so out of control. She challenged him on every level. Yet he saw her as an equal.
She was beautiful, sassy, hard, soft, and sweet. Even Leslie had never offered such help. He was amazed, even though he knew part of the reason she offered was to get away from him. It couldn’t have been the whole reason. No one offered to watch five sick kids just to avoid someone. She had a soft heart and had heard the desperation in Tammy’s voice. His respect for Peyton grew exponentially. He wondered how she fared with five boys all day long. He knew first-hand they were a handful.
At six, he sighed. “Fuck it.” He left and drove over to the address he took from Peyton’s application. She had to know he wouldn’t forget and he would be there waiting for her to make sure she didn’t try to avoid him. He needed to talk to her, to get to know her.
It wasn’t very professional and it definitely didn’t keep things separate like he preferred. The lines were blurring, and he wasn’t sure which side his feelings would land on. That was the point of making her talk. She fired him up and made him want things he always scorned. She made him want to be better. Fuck, he even apologized for being an ass. Not his thing.
She didn’t live far from the office and when he parked in front of her house, he
shook his head. He was on the verge of being her stalker, and at that moment, he didn’t even care how crazy that looked. All that mattered was seeing her, touching her soft skin and gripping those amazing hips, pulling her curvy body against his.
He didn’t have to wait long to see her car pull into the driveway. He got out and stormed over to her car, before she even had the chance to get out, and yanked her door open. Her gasp and wide eyes did nothing to stop him from leaning in and undoing her seatbelt before pulling her out of the car. Wrapping her ponytail around his hand he tilted her head back and kissed her. It started of soft and slow, but her moan of approval sent him over the edge, and he pried her lips open and devoured her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers. His heart galloped in his chest, and his hand shook with need.
She didn’t fight him and kissed him back with every bit of pent-up tension as he did. When she sucked his lip into her mouth, he pulled back, gasping for breath.
“Why?”
He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter anymore. She was something special, and he knew she felt it the way he did. When she interlaced their fingers tugging him with her, he knew he’d finally met his match. She didn’t say a word, but there was no reason to say anything at all. He knew what was going to happen, and for the first time, it didn’t scare him that he would be spending the full night with a woman—in her territory.
Chapter 9
I took him into my home with no question as to what was going to happen. He’d kissed the life out of me, and even though I had a feeling that this was going to blow up, I couldn’t say no. Already, I felt myself growing warm for him.
I loved how I didn’t have to talk. He didn’t need to hear what I wanted. He just knew. I led him down the hall to my room and spun to face him. “Now let’s talk.”
I smirked when his eyes widened and sat on the edge of my bed.
“We can talk later,” he said, and licked his lips when I pulled my shirt over my head.
“Oh no, you said you wanted to talk. No, you demanded we were going to be talking. So tell me what was so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”
“You’re not joking, are you?”
“Nope,” I said, making the word pop.
“Dammit, woman. Do you know how much I want right now?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re not going to budge.”
“No.”
Kendrick sighed and ripped his shirt off and slid his pants off. I watched him with hidden lust mixed with amusement.
“We’ll fucking multitask then.”
I shook my head, but it was tempting. “Talk.”
“I want you. That’s what’s driving me crazy. I don’t usually want anything more than what we did already, but I find myself drawn to you. I want to know you. I also want to sink deep inside of that tight pussy.”
I stood and undressed before climbing on the bed. “Well, what the hell are you waiting for? We’ll fucking multitask” I couldn’t help but repeat him.
He nodded and then he was on the body, on me, over me, and then in me. I gasped at the intrusion and then sighed. He felt amazing and I had a feeling things were about to get real.
“I want to be with you. Try a relationship.”
“Try?”
“Yes, I can’t promise more than to try. I won’t lie and feed you bullshit. I don’t know how good I’ll be at this. And that’s the honest truth.”
I could handle that. He wasn’t declaring his love for me. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could handle it, but he was willing to try and his honesty was refreshing. “I’ll take it.” Then I kissed him, sealing the deal.
THE END
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Book 2:
Doctor Temptations
Doctor Temptations
“Ivy, I need to see you in my office,” Doctor Shaffer said to me. I had no idea what he wanted. My heart pounded as I walked down the hallway. I had only been working at his office for about two weeks and things were not going very well.
I began working at the doctor’s office because I wanted to go to school to be a nurse. I was planning on starting college in the fall, but wanted to have a little bit of experience before I began. I had never worked this type of job before. Of course, I had a job while I was in school, but it was nothing more than waiting tables after school each evening for a couple of hours.
I wanted to do what I loved, and that was not waitressing. I was offered this temp job through my school when I graduated. It was a program that was reserved for only the best students and I was one of them.
I made straight A’s all through school, I had never done anything to get myself into trouble, and I made sure—unlike the other girls I went to school with—that my body was always covered.
When I turned eighteen, I noticed that so many of my friends were wearing clothing that showed off their bodies. I didn’t want to do that. It was not that I was not comfortable in my own skin; in fact, I loved the way I looked. I watched all of those stick-thin girls walk around with their bones popping out, starving themselves while I ate cheeseburgers and enjoyed all of my curves.
Some of the girls called me fat, but I did not care. I knew that I was healthy while they were starving. I thought all of that high school stuff would end once I graduated. But I was wrong.
I began working for Dr. Shaffer, thinking that the ladies here would accept me and be willing to help me learn, but that was not the case. They gave me dirty looks, and when I asked questions, they would not answer me. Dr. Shaffer was amazing though; he was always making sure that all of my questions were answered and showed me things that I would have never gotten to see if I had just stayed with the nurses. He allowed me to come into the exam rooms with him while he worked with his patients and he explained everything to me.
Dr. Shaffer had been practicing for about ten years. I remembered when he opened his office in our town. Women instantly fell in love with him. He was a beautiful Caucasian man with a tan that looked like he had just come back from vacation. His hair was dark, and his eyes were so brown, they were almost black. He stood a good six-foot-two but never tried to intimidate anyone.
We had become quite close over the past few weeks and I could not deny that he was an attractive man. I was sure that he did not look at me the same way though. He was nice to everyone that worked for him, of course, but he was extremely nice to me.
I thought that was one of the reasons that the other nurses did not like me. At first, I thought it was because my skin was so dark. I lived in a fairly diverse community, but I was very dark, so I assumed that might be the issue. More recently, I have come to the conclusion that it was actually something else.
We had all gone out to dinner after work one night. Dr. Shaffer had said that we were doing such an amazing job that he wanted to treat us. One of the nurses said that he did it quite often because he didn’t have anyone to go home to. I couldn’t see how he was not married or at least have a girlfriend, but that really was none of my business.
Our waitress had dark skin like myself, and all of the nurses were extremely polite to her and left her large tips. That’s when I knew there was more to it than the color of my skin.
I had heard them talking yesterday about how Dr. Shaffer paid more attention to me than he did to them. How he favored me and how it was disgusting for a man of his age to look at a little girl like me the way he did. I wanted to walk right up to them and tell them I was no little girl, but I did not want to get into a fight at work. I really needed to keep my job for as long as I possibly could.
I did not think that he treated me differently than he treated them, and I assumed that they were just jealous that he was taking the time to teach me. I knew one
day I would be a better nurse than they ever had been.
Dr. Shaffer really was an amazing man. He told me how he had joined the Army right out of high school and had earned his medical degree through them. He had served ten years and when he got out of the Army, he had moved back to his hometown to open up an office. He told me how he had been in Iraq and how he had saved soldiers’ lives. The stories he told were fantastic. I did notice that he never talked about a woman in his life, or any family for that matter. He only talked about his work.
I had made it to the Doctor’s office door and placed my hand on the doorknob. The door suddenly opened and there stood Dr. Shaffer in front of me.
“Come in, Ivy,” Dr. Shaffer said, looking down at me.
I walked into the office, not sure what I should say to him. He walked up next to me and placed his hands on the back of a chair. “Sit down.”
I moved to sit down and felt Dr. Shaffer rub up against me. My heart pounded. It had to have been an accident. We were in his office and surely he would not make an advance on someone my age, especially not in his office. It was too risky.
Dr. Shaffer walked to his chair and sat down, looking sternly at me. “Do you know why you are here?” he asked.
I looked up at him, honestly not having any idea. “I don’t,” I answered. The way he looked at me was as if he could see right through my clothes. I had never had anyone look at me like that before. I crossed my legs and looked back at him. I could feel something tingle in my stomach and it made me uncomfortable. Yes, I was attracted to him and I hoped that he could not tell.
“You know, Ivy,” he said slowly. “Some of the other nurses seem to have a problem with you being here. Can you tell me why that is?”
I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell him what I thought, could I? I knew that I could not lie to him. “They think that you favor me,” I blurted out.
Dr. Shaffer smiled and looked at me. “Is that so?” he asked, “And what do you think about that?”
