“Wait!” She yelled after me as a hurried down the aisle. “Don’t you want a sealed one?”
“Nope. This will do.”
The Emergency Room was busy for most of the morning. So, lucky for me, my little dream had been put on the back burner. Until Bridget arrived for her shift. We’d stolen glimpses of each other across the ER, but it wasn’t until I was finishing up suturing the knee of a woman who had taken a fall, that Bridget was on my side of the oversized room.
“Nurse Valentine?” I yelled as she was passing by.
“Yes?”
I cut the suture and tied the last stitch. “Would you mind bandaging up Ms. Axelrod? I need to go speak to Dr. Wong before he goes upstairs for rounds in a few minutes.”
“Sure. Of course.”
I looked at the patient. “You’re in good hands. I’d let Nurse Valentine take care of me anytime.”
Bridget tried to hide her smirk, but I caught it. On my way out of the treatment room, I turned back around. “When you’re done, we’re almost out of 3-0 and 4-0 sutures, as well as bandages and tape—if you wouldn’t mind restocking.”
Bridget’s brow furrowed. “Really? I just restocked everything two days ago in this room.”
I shrugged. “Must have been a run on cuts and bruises.”
“Okay. Sure.”
Leaving Bridget to finish with the patient, I quickly went to the supply room to empty my pockets of all the shit I’d swiped from the drawers. Then, I went to the nearest vacant treatment room where I could keep my eye on the supply closet and wait for Bridget to walk in.“What are you doing, Simon?” Bridget was reaching up to the top shelf looking for supplies when I walked in and locked the supply closet door behind me. I walked to stand right behind her, effectively blocking her between the shelving and my body from behind. Then I caged her in by grabbing either side of the shelving around her.
“How was your night last night?” I asked to her back.
“Fine.”
“Did you sleep well?” I ran a finger up and down her exposed arm. Her breath hitched and goosebumps prickled.
“What are you doing, Simon? We’re at work.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I slept?”
“Will you back up and give me some space so I can turn around?”
I did, giving her maybe six inches. But my hands didn’t let go of the shelves, so when she turned around, she was confined by my body surrounding her on three sides. “I slept like shit. I’m glad you asked.” Of course, she hadn’t.
“I’m sorry you didn’t sleep well, Simon.”
“I did manage to get an hour nap in this morning.”
“I’m glad.”
“But you screwed that up, too.”
Her neck pulled back. “I screwed your nap up?”
I nodded slowly.
“How, exactly, did I screw up your nap?”
“You were in my dream, and you were wearing something very special.”
She swallowed. “What was I wearing?”
I dug into my pocket. “This.”
Rightly, she was confused. I was holding an unpackaged tube of women’s lipstick. “Whose lipstick is that?”
“I went to the store and bought it this morning when I woke up. I opened it to make sure it was the exact color you needed.”
Her breathing grew heavier. “You bought me the lipstick I was wearing in your dream?”
“Did you ever dream in black and white before?”
She shook her head.
“Everything in my dream was black and white…” I rubbed my thumb over her lips. “…except for this.”
Her mouth parted, and I knew if I’d dipped my head down and crushed my lips to hers, she wouldn’t stop me. My eyes dropped down to her breasts. Bridget’s nipples were swollen and pointing from under her shirt as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. God, she’s fucking amazing.
I opened the palm of her hand and folded the lipstick into it. “I can’t wait to see you wear this for me.”
Somehow, I managed to rein myself in enough to step back. As much as I wanted her, as much as it physically pained me to put distance between us, it wasn’t going to be here in the supply closet at work. Because once I got started touching her again, there would be no way I could fucking stop. Plus, Bridget needed to be the one to initiate things so she couldn’t hold it against me.
My girl seemed too stunned to focus on anything so I grabbed the supplies that were needed in the treatment room. “I’ll take care of restocking room three.”
As I reached for the door, her hoarse voice stopped me from opening. “Simon?”
“Yes, luv?”
“What were we doing in your dream that I was wearing this red lipstick?”
I smiled broadly, thrilled that she’d asked. “Your beautiful red lips were wrapped around my cock.”Simon and I had somehow ended up working opposite shifts over the next several days.
The break was both good and bad. While I’d definitely missed the excitement of seeing him, when he wasn’t working the ER, I didn’t have to worry about any distractions.