“Whitney, this isn’t exactly on the up and up.”
“Well, neither is what Dr. Davis is doing! And my purpose is to find out why and stop him, whereas he wants to keep screwing over patients, for his own selfish gain. I know, without a doubt, that for some reason he’s super attached to Harlow, yet he’s likely screwing him over as much as any other patient. I just need to prove it.”
“Whitney, I want to be clear.” Lance crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I’ll do my best to help you, and I will get you access to those documents in a way that will damn sure cover my own butt.”
“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you,” I say, hugging him and beaming ear to ear. “I promise you I won’t—”
“Keep listening, you creep,” Lance laughs, peeling me off of him.
Then his serious expression returns. “Let me be clear here. You are spearheading this investigation, on your own, and if you find out anything, you can never trace it back to me. I know you’re this idealist with a crush— or former crush, or whatever you want to call it— on Harlow, but this is my job, and my life.”
I nod— I get it— but Lance keeps talking.
“I love working here and I’m not happy about whatever Dr. Davis has up his sleeve but I’m also not going to jeopardize my career. As your friend and supervisor I actually have to caution you to think about what’s best for yourself here, too. What will you do if Dr. Davis does strike back, and it costs you your internship?”
“Oh that’s okay,” I say, with a shrug, and a smile that I hope looks mysterious. “I already put in my application to medical school. I just need a letter of recommendation, from you.”
“Really?” he asks, a proud look spreading across his face despite his best efforts to hide it. “I thought you were too chicken shit for that.”
“Changed my mind.”
With the help of a certain former crush.
“Well I’d best get started on writing it,” he says, “while I can still do it with a clear conscience.”
Chapter 46
When I get to Dr. Davis’ office, he’s waiting to talk to me, but apparently not about what I was hoping he’d want to talk to me about— the fact that Davis Technologies is going public.
“Harlow, there’s a patient waiting in Conference Room C for you to talk to,” he says. “He’s post- surgery and will be moving on to physical therapy soon.”
“Oh really?” My ears perk up upon hearing some good news for once. “That’s great.”
“Yeah, he’s a great guy. Reminds me of you. I think you’ll find you have a lot in common.”
“And what about Jesse Morrow?” I ask, remembering his eager, hopeful eyes.
“Jesse Morrow? What about him?”
Dr. Davis seems annoyed and in a hurry to have me talk with the new guy.
“How did his surgery go? Is his mask off yet? Is he headed to PT yet?”
“Harlow, it’s really a breach of patient confidentiality for me to tell you every detail about every patient’s medical treatment. But if you must know, his surgery went fine but he isn’t a candidate for further treatment.”
“Really? Why?”
I feel heartbroken for the guy. He had been so hopeful.
“Because he’s not strong enough. Not all the guys can cut it, and you know that. I have to be selective about who I can help, and a lot of it depends on who can help themselves.”
What a weird way to put it, I think. Especially after he sends me to talk to so many of them, and promises the world to them.
But I don’t have time to dwell on it, because Dr. Davis says, “Go on. The patient’s waiting.”
I shrug and head over to the conference room.
“Hello,” I say, shaking hands with the man. “I’m Harlow Bradford.”
“Harlow, I know. But it’s so nice to meet you in person. I’m Alex Crenshaw. Navy SEAL. Or at least I was, and I’m trying to be again.”
“I know the feeling,” I tell him, wondering about the status of my recertification.
Whitney may have slowed things down, but now that I’m back up and running with Lance, I’m curious as to what the recommendation will be as far as a timeline goes.
“You look like you’re recovering well,” I say, as I note his rosy complexion and the fact that he looks healthy overall.
“I know. And you never would have thought it four months ago, after my accident. I sure didn’t think I would have come this far. But Dr. Davis has been great, and he’s been saying that physical therapy will only continue to help. He told me you’ve been having success with it?”
Not exactly, I think.
But I say, “It does seem to be helping. I’m really amazed with your progress though already.”
“I know. Dr. Davis showed me a video that was filmed of me right after my accident, and I can’t even write my name.”
“Ha, sounds familiar. He shows that awful video of me every time he drags me to a conference.”
“I’ve heard about those,” Alex says. “In fact, Dr. Davis said that we’ll both be at the next one.”
“Oh really?”
I’m not exactly jealous— in fact, it will be nice to have some company on stage, and not be the only monkey performing for the crowd. But I’m hoping that by the time there’s another conference, I’ll be back with my unit and out from under Dr. Davis’ shadow.
Sure, he’s helped me a lot, but how long does he want me to repay him by being in his dog and pony show, especially now that there’s another pony to take my place?
“Yeah, I guess there’s one coming up next week. For the sale of Davis Technologies.”
“I’d heard that happened,” I tell him, but I don’t add, but not from Dr. Davis. Funny that he should tell you and not me.
“Our appearance fee is going to jump up even higher than what he was paying you,” Alex says. “Which is pretty sweet, considering I’m not getting my usual hazard pay or deployment pay or anything.”
“Oh yeah,” I tell him. “Performance fee.”
What performance fee? I’ve never been paid one before.
I want to ask him more questions— which is funny, since I’m supposed to be the one answering his questions— when, as if on cue, Dr. Davis enters the room.
“How are my two favorite patients hitting it off?” he asks, with a smile on his face so fake he could have just painted it on.
“Great,” says Alex, smiling broadly. “I’m really looking forward to working more with Harlow.”
“We can discuss that later,” says Dr. Davis, and it’s funny how visibly uncomfortable he looks. “The point of this meeting was for you to ask Harlow any questions you might have, about your progress, or your treatment, or anything else.”
“Oh.” Alex shrugs, good- naturedly. “I don’t really have any questions. It’s all coming together quite well, and I’ll be back with the SEALS in no time.”
He really does remind me of me. Confident, self- assured, and naïve to think that he can actually get back to his unit soon.
I sigh as I realize what a revelation I’ve just had about myself.
And suddenly, all I want to do is see Whitney. I was going to ask Dr. Davis about the business deal, and appearance fee, but I have a feeling it’s useless.
Maybe he was planning to tell me soon— maybe it’s some big surprise— or maybe that’s just part of my continual delusion. It’s not like I’ll find out the truth from Dr. Davis even if I do ask him. He’s obviously pretty good at hiding the big picture from me.
“I agree,” I tell Alex. “You’ve got this all under control. Congratulations on your progress. And now, I have somewhere I need to be.”
“Harlow, wait—”
Dr. Davis calls after me, but it’s my turn to be in charge.
I need to go find Whitney.
I don’t believe that Whitney was lying about my physical therapy progress. I can’t believe I ever did.
There has to be some other explanation. I can sti
ll hear her attempted warning— “I don’t think Dr. Davis is who he seems to be”— and I wish I would have listened harder.
I hope she’ll still give me the chance.
Chapter 47
I’m in my office with the door locked, armed with evidence. Thanks to Lance, I have access to many of Dr. Davis’ files, and I’ve been reviewing them for two days now. I definitely see a pattern that makes Dr. Davis looks shady as fuck.
But worse, it paints a pretty bleak picture for Harlow. It’s not that he knew Dr. Davis was doing anything wrong, but, quite the opposite, he got caught up as a victim in Dr. Davis’ scheme.
I was all set to turn Dr. Davis in at Piñon, and maybe somehow to the military itself, and I still want to. I know I’ll lose my internship, but I don’t care.
Too late (as far as he and I are concerned, anyway), I’ve realized that Harlow was right when he said I always play it safe and never take any risks. This time, I want to live on the edge and expose a selfish man to the world, and consequences to my professional life be damned, especially since I’ve decided to pursue what I really want to do anyway.
But now I just worry about any consequences this could have on Harlow. I know he and I are over for good, and it’s not about wanting to save a hopeless relationship.
Sure, I still wish we could be together but I also know that’s just not going to happen. The reason I hesitate to do anything now is that I don’t want to jeopardize Harlow’s career, or otherwise interfere in his life.
I slump back into my office chair, feeling defeated. I can’t believe I have damaging information on Dr. Davis that I’m not sure I want to use.
There’s suddenly a loud knocking— which sounds more like pounding— on my door.
“Just a minute,” I say, logging off my password- protected computer.
I’m hoping it’s Lance, instead of Dr. Davis or anyone else who has come to yell at me.
“Yes?”
I open the door, and I’m shocked to see Harlow behind it.
“Whitney.”
He comes into my office and closes and locks the door, so quickly that I think I might be dreaming everything.
“Harlow?”
I can’t think of a single other thing to say, except for his name.
“I’m sorry.”
He kisses me, and without even thinking twice I kiss him back.
He pushes me up against my office door, his kisses urgent and strong.
“I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” I ask him, when I can finally catch my breath.
“I just… woke up. I was so stupid. I understand if you’re disgusted with me. Done with me. But I needed to come tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
“That I love you.”
He picks me up and kisses me while I wrap my legs around him. Okay, now I’m convinced this really is a dream. He carries me over to my desk and lays me on top of it.
“Scared this will get you in trouble?” he laughs, as he takes down the pants of my uniform, and panties.
With his free hand he rubs my clit, and I can feel that I’m already dripping wet, all over him.
“No,” I say, although I don’t bother explaining why. I figure we’ll have plenty of time for that later.
I want him so bad, and I’m so glad he’s here, that I might let him take me on my desk even if I weren’t leaving for green pastures anyway.
He takes off his own pants and underwear and wastes no time as he begins to enter me.
“You’re not wearing—” I start, but he says,
“Shhhhh,” as he slides his naked cock into my willing pussy. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
“It’s okay, I’m on the Pill,” I tell him, but he seems to be too focused to care.
A wave of excitement rushes over me, at how forbidden everything is. We’re having sex in my office, unprotected, and apparently he doesn’t even care if he gets me pregnant. He seems to have dropped the bad boy demeanor completely, and now he’s like a ball of putty in my arms.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I hadn’t forgotten how big his cock is and how good it feels inside me— it’s all I’ve been thinking about since the last time we made love. But I can’t believe he’s really here, in my office, making love to me. And he had even said he loves me.
“I’ve missed you too,” he says, as he pushes himself in and out of me. “Your tight little pussy is so perfect and sweet. I want it to be mine.”
“It is yours,” I say, as I feel it tighten even further around his large dick. “And you’re making me come.”
“Come on my cock, Whitney,” he says, pumping harder and faster. “I want to feel your cum on my raw cock. I love how your naked pussy feels right now.”
I come all over him, as I lie back on my desk with my legs spread wide while he has his way with me. He grips my hips and pulls me further into him, and then reaches underneath me as he pushes further and deeper.
“Your cock feels so good in my pussy,” I tell him.
“It belongs there. It’s your cock.”
I feel myself reaching climax again as he reaches underneath me and squeezes my ass. Pulling me up and into him, his cock begins to pulse.
“I want to come inside you,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, breathing hard as I feel that I myself am close to coming again.
“Come with me,” he says, as his cock throbs in my pussy.
“I am. Harlow. I’m coming.”
I do my best to keep my voice down as I come at the same time I feel him shoot his sticky, sweet load inside me. It feels so good to be filled up with his cum. He lifts me up and I hold onto his shoulders while he finishes blasting his cum inside me.
He nibbles my neck and hugs me tight before lowering me back down, so that I’m sitting on the desk looking up at him.
“I love you too,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes. “I really do.”
“I’m glad,” he says. “I thought I might be too late.”
“You’re not.” I grab a hold of his hands, taking them in mine. “I love you. And that’s why there’s something about Dr. Davis that you’re really not going to like, but that I really have to tell you.”
Chapter 48
“Well good,” I say, as I help Whitney off the desk. “I was hoping you had some dirt on him.”
I pull up my pants as she does the same and then goes to sit at her computer chair.
“Can you please hold off on the official business for a minute?” I ask her. “I just need a moment to sit here and bask in how hot that sex was just now.”
“It was amazing,” she says, smiling.
I had waited for what felt like a really long time, without really thinking I would ever get to be with her again. But as soon as I was with her, my body knew just what it had been needing. I finish getting dressed and then I sit down at the chair across from her desk.
“I think the signs were always there for me with Dr. Davis. I just didn’t want to see them,” I tell her. “But the more I thought about it, the weirder things seemed. What I’m the maddest at myself for, though, is not trusting you. I know you would only ever have my best interest at heart. I just couldn’t believe it because I’m not used to being in a relationship.”
“So we’re in a relationship, are we?” she says, grinning.
“You’d better believe it. And you’d better remember it if you keep wanting wild office sex.”
“About that…”
Her grin turns mischievous.
“Yes?”
“I’ve applied to medical school.”
“That’s great! Whitney, really? All because of what I said?”
She shrugs.
“Well, it’s something I always wanted to do. You had a point. And I didn’t see a future here for me anyway.”
“Smart move.” I wink at her.
“So now can I tell you what I’ve found out?” Whitney begs, obvious
ly anxious to spill the beans.
“Sure. I’ve sufficiently recovered from our knock- down drag- out sex session.”
“Okay, here’s a print- out of all the patients Dr. Davis has treated,” she says, reaching to retrieve a piece of paper from her printer, and handing it to me. “I’ve redacted their names and any other identifying information for patient privacy sake, but, the important thing to look at is the colors I’ve used to highlight them.”
“Little Miss Type A,” I say, impressed.
I look at the sheet of paper but it’s not very helpful since I have no idea what I’m looking at. It vaguely reminds me of a Christmas decoration.
“The red color represents all the patients that Dr. Davis has treated initially but never went any further with. The green color represents patients that he’s continued to treat, and referred to physical therapy.”
There are only three green names.
“One of those is you,” Whitney says.
“Is the other one named Alex Crenshaw?”
Whitney looks surprised.
“I can’t say. But the other two are recent post- surgery patients. They were in traumatic accidents but, like you, they recovered rather quickly.”
“I guess the other one isn’t Jesse Morrow?” I ask, already knowing the answer since Dr. Davis had told me, but hoping that he somehow still made it through.
“You know Jesse Morrow?” Whitney asks, her eyebrows raised.
“You know Jesse Morrow?” I ask, throwing her own question back at her.
“I did a little recon,” she says, her cute cheeks blushing a shade of rose.
“Very nice,” I tell her.
“Let’s just use him as an example,” she says. “Since both of us are familiar with his situation. He’s an average service member, wounded in the line of duty, with some pretty major injuries and a lot of work that needs to be done.”
I nod.
“He’ll probably never end up back in active duty— but still, very few do— and he could benefit from intense physical therapy and further treatment, probably with an integrated approach. Occupational therapy, counseling, and some sort of guidance or transition as to what he should do with this future.”
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