“Where are you going?”
“For a run.”
I laugh loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. “A run? You?”
“You’re not the one who has to walk down the aisle like a show pony. I’ve got five months to get my body into top shape. Everyone, and I mean everyone, will have their eyes on me. Do you know the amount of pressure that puts on my pizza-craving body?”
I cover myself with the blanket while she changes into her never-worn running gear. She looks cute in her tight yoga pants. Her ass is nice and round and ready to be fucked.
Completely dressed, she moves to me and kisses my forehead, quick to foil my attempt to grab her and pound the fuck out of her hot ass.
“Come back, please,” I beg. She’s standing at the door with a grin on her face, enough for me to know she’s contemplating skipping the run and coming back to bed.
“You’d have to have something really good under those sheets for me to skip my run,” she teases, biting her lip on purpose.
Unable to hide the smirk on my face, I quickly respond, “Come back, and I’ll show you. It’s hard, enjoys being stroked, and depending on your mood, deep-throated, too.”
Shaking her head with a smile, she blows me a kiss. “You’re evil. I’m going. See you tonight, maybe.”
She dashes out of the room leaving me with a raging hard-on.
Night shifts—they suck big time.
***
“So, you insert the tube here, and you’re done.” I finish explaining the procedure to Raine, one of the newer interns. I thoroughly enjoy teaching the younger kids who come through here. Something about my thirst for wanting
to spread knowledge to better the world we live in.
“You explained it very well. Dr. Morris kinda gets side-tracked.”
I laugh. “He tends to do that.”
“And how he always says… ‘Back in my day,’ It drives me insane. We know he hung out with the apes, but geez, get with the program already,” Raine grumbles, rolling her eyes at the same time. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with such deep green eyes. Perhaps they just appear green against her tanned skin. She’d mentioned briefly that her parents were from Barbados, but they had moved here when she was a kid. The reason for her unruly long, black curly hair which seems to have a life of its own.
We walk toward the main desk chatting about Dr. Morris and his ‘accidental’ brush with the commission when he almost left his pen inside someone while performing surgery.
Raine yawns, apologizing immediately. “I’m so sorry. These shifts are killing me.”
“It takes a while to get used to,” I tell her.
“I should be used to it by now. My son is two and has just started to sleep through the night.”
That piece of information is new. I didn’t know how old she is, but she looks young—maybe in her very early twenties.
“I didn’t know you had a son.”
“Yeah, two sons. The older one is seven, so he’s fine. I guess the younger one is a pretty good kid now that he sleeps,” she jokes.
“Your husband must enjoy the sleep, too.” I smile, not thinking twice about my comment.
“Oh, no husband. No dad. Well, they have a dad, but the jerk ran off, and I wouldn’t know where he is. As far as I’m concerned, he can stay far away.”
I feel terrible that I jumped to the conclusion she’s married. It’s very unlike me to talk so much to a co-worker, but lately, I welcome any discussion that doesn’t involve seating charts or flower arrangements.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you were married.”
“No, it’s okay. I get it all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to have a man in my life, but my boys are my priority. Now, with studying and working here, I’m afraid my social life is non-existent. I’d pretty much have to hook up with someone in here during working hours.” She laughs.