I curl my own finger inside me, and I picture the heat in his gaze as he told me he was going to fuck me, hard. I imagine the deep baritone of his voice. “I need to fuck you right now, Maggie.” I picture him saying that as I add a second finger, then a third, needing three of my own fingers to imitate two of his.
Finally, I start to build toward a climax, my whole body trembling with anticipation. I peak with a faint whimper, but it’s a lot easier to keep quiet when I’m by myself, rather than Russ, who somehow seems to know my own body better than I do.
When I’m finished, my whole body flushed, and yet feeling nowhere near satiated, I stumble out of the stall and wash my hands in the sink. Then I grab my clipboard and head out toward the cafeteria. Maybe some food will distract me, keep me from all these wayward thoughts.
Instead, I run smack into Russ again, striding up the hallway from the direction of the surgery wing.
“Maggie.” He tilts his head, offers an arm. “Headed toward the cafeteria?”
“I was, yes.” I ignore the offered arm, though I have to suppress a faint smile to do it.
“Wonderful. I’ll escort you.” He falls into step beside me.
“I thought I made things clear earlier today,” I murmur under my breath as we walk, mostly so nobody else in the crowded hallway will hear me. Nurses I do recognize, and doctors who I know report personally to my father, pass us. We plaster on smiles, and everyone waves or nods our way. They all know that Russ is my father’s closest friend, and I’m his daughter. We’ve known one another all our lives. It shouldn’t be strange for them to see us together. Nobody would suspect anything.
But I feel like I’m walking down the hallway with a giant neon billboard over my head. They just fucked each other, with an arrow pointed right at us. Surely every single person near us can sense the tension in the air between us, smell the hormones we’re giving off, or guess what it means that we keep trading sly glances, checking one another out even though I know we shouldn’t.
“Perfectly clear.” Russ tucks his hands into his pockets, looking entirely unconcerned as he matches my pace, strolling easily down the corridor. “Which is why I’ve decided I’ll need to step up my game to change your mind.”
My cheeks flush. “Why?”
“Because.” He lowers his voice even further, a barely-there purr that nevertheless doesn’t fail to make my toes curl up inside my standard issue nursing shoes. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Maggie. I want you. I want to fuck you again… and again and again.” His grin widens, no doubt as he notices the effect he’s having on me.
My heartbeat speeds up, in spite of myself, reacting to his words even though I’d give anything not to show any hints of unease right now. “There are about a million reasons why we shouldn’t,” I breathe, then snap my mouth shut as Lionel passes, offering a stink eye for me. I glare right back until he passes down the hall.
Russ is temporarily distracted from his seduction. “What was that all about?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder at Lionel’s retreating, slumped shoulders.
“Dad gave him and the other nurses on my rotation all extra work because he wanted to punish me. Now they all think I’m being given special treatment because I’m the director’s daughter, a lighter workload than anyone else. Meanwhile, the opposite is true…” I groan with frustration.
Russ’s hand comes to rest on my shoulder, and he draws me to a stop. For a second, I pause, and all I can focus on is the heat of his hand on my body. Even through the fabric of my scrub shirt, I can feel how warm his hand is. I step toward him, unable to resist, and there’s that familiar scent again, the one that makes me want to stop protesting, find the nearest empty room to drag him into and let him fuck me until I forget about everything else. About Lionel and the other nurse’s anger, about my father. About everything except the way Russ makes me feel when he touches me.
“They shouldn’t blame you,” Russ murmurs. “That’s not right. They know what your father is like. Or at least, they should have noticed by now, if they’ve been working here this long.”
“Yeah, well.” I cross my arms, frowning. “Not everyone notices who they’re working for, I guess. Or if they do, they don’t care, because he still signs their paychecks, no matter how he treats his employees. It’s easier to blame me than someone with real power.”
Russ frowns too, and his hand slips down my arm. “I could talk to him for you. See if it would make a difference.”