focus on his full pursed lips. They look much better, less chapped and the blisters are healing.
C.B. is much taller sitting upright. I speculate he’s probably over six feet, dominantly towering over me. He’s undeniably the most handsome man I’ve ever met, and of course, I already secretly know how tone and perfectly sculpted his body is underneath that frumpy hospital gown. Holy crap, I’m losing my train of thought again. What’s gotten into me? Get a grip on yourself . He needs to see me as a professional medical-resident not some ogling admirer. Unfortunately, the weight of his continuous stare hinders my focus even further. I push myself to quickly peruse his medical chart and gather the information I need to make a quick assessment. Mystery man now has a real name. Carson Bradley, born May 31, 1982. How coincidental, we have the same birthday, but he’s ten years my senior.
“Hello Mr. Bradley, I’m Miss Ly, your assistant medical-resident. I’ll be working under the guidance of Dr. Stanford to help accelerate your recovery here at this hospital. Aside from a few minor bruises and mild dehydration, you’re lucky to have survived that storm. Do you have any questions for me?” I inform him in my most authoritative voice. His confidence in my professional abilities is invaluable to me. I expect him to look beyond my youth and not equate it with inexperience. He takes my hand and shakes it firmly as if he’s sealing a business deal. His touch stirs all my senses and confirms my attraction for him is real. Our hands remain together longer than a customary handshake, so I remove mine before my odd attraction to him exposes me. The tingling sensation from our touch still lingers on my hand like a burn after touching something really hot.
“ First of all, thank you for your professional care. I’m indebted to you, Miss Ly.” His penetrating eyes command my attention, but I avoid looking into them for too long. They remain fixed on me regardless. Damn, his deep, sultry voice is as sexy as the rest of him. I’m utterly doomed.
“Mr. Bradley, it’s my job to care for all wounded and sick people. You don’t owe me anything.” I pray my voice will not fail me, revealing my insecurity as I respond.
“Then will you please tell me how much longer I have to be detained here? I’m a busy man. Time is valuable to me. It’s imperative I leave as soon as possible to handle pressing business matters back home.” He continues to stare at me with studious eyes. “I have people waiting for me. I can’t waste another minute here playing patient.” His considerate tone is now completely arrogant and demanding. He manages to transform into a conceited asshole within seconds without any effort. Unbelievable.
Initially, I’m taken back by his haughty response and attitude. However, I’m relieved to see this unattractive side of him. I was completely accurate about my stereotyping of his kind . The trance or whatever the heck I was under fizzles out immediately. I’m angry with myself. I have steam oozing out of every part of my body. I want to leave this room and him behind as quickly as possible. I glare at him with my eyes sideways and slightly narrowed. “I don’t hold anyone here against their will. As soon as I complete your vitals, and they’re satisfactory, I’ll release you by the end of today. You can tend to your pressing and personal needs then, Mr. Bradley,” I reply harshly through gritted teeth. I’m ashamed of my unprofessional response, but I can’t help myself. I have a hard time suppressing my temper sometimes. It pisses me off that I chose to come here to care for humble people and still ended up having to deal with an arrogant jerk.
I can tell h e’s stunned by my abrasiveness, but also seems amused at the same time. There’s a visible smirk on his face that he fails miserably to conceal. Does he think this is funny? I don’t find anything amusing about his arrogance. I’m fuming
C.B. is much taller sitting upright. I speculate he’s probably over six feet, dominantly towering over me. He’s undeniably the most handsome man I’ve ever met, and of course, I already secretly know how tone and perfectly sculpted his body is underneath that frumpy hospital gown. Holy crap, I’m losing my train of thought again. What’s gotten into me? Get a grip on yourself . He needs to see me as a professional medical-resident not some ogling admirer. Unfortunately, the weight of his continuous stare hinders my focus even further. I push myself to quickly peruse his medical chart and gather the information I need to make a quick assessment. Mystery man now has a real name. Carson Bradley, born May 31, 1982. How coincidental, we have the same birthday, but he’s ten years my senior.
“Hello Mr. Bradley, I’m Miss Ly, your assistant medical-resident. I’ll be working under the guidance of Dr. Stanford to help accelerate your recovery here at this hospital. Aside from a few minor bruises and mild dehydration, you’re lucky to have survived that storm. Do you have any questions for me?” I inform him in my most authoritative voice. His confidence in my professional abilities is invaluable to me. I expect him to look beyond my youth and not equate it with inexperience. He takes my hand and shakes it firmly as if he’s sealing a business deal. His touch stirs all my senses and confirms my attraction for him is real. Our hands remain together longer than a customary handshake, so I remove mine before my odd attraction to him exposes me. The tingling sensation from our touch still lingers on my hand like a burn after touching something really hot.
“ First of all, thank you for your professional care. I’m indebted to you, Miss Ly.” His penetrating eyes command my attention, but I avoid looking into them for too long. They remain fixed on me regardless. Damn, his deep, sultry voice is as sexy as the rest of him. I’m utterly doomed.
“Mr. Bradley, it’s my job to care for all wounded and sick people. You don’t owe me anything.” I pray my voice will not fail me, revealing my insecurity as I respond.
“Then will you please tell me how much longer I have to be detained here? I’m a busy man. Time is valuable to me. It’s imperative I leave as soon as possible to handle pressing business matters back home.” He continues to stare at me with studious eyes. “I have people waiting for me. I can’t waste another minute here playing patient.” His considerate tone is now completely arrogant and demanding. He manages to transform into a conceited asshole within seconds without any effort. Unbelievable.
Initially, I’m taken back by his haughty response and attitude. However, I’m relieved to see this unattractive side of him. I was completely accurate about my stereotyping of his kind . The trance or whatever the heck I was under fizzles out immediately. I’m angry with myself. I have steam oozing out of every part of my body. I want to leave this room and him behind as quickly as possible. I glare at him with my eyes sideways and slightly narrowed. “I don’t hold anyone here against their will. As soon as I complete your vitals, and they’re satisfactory, I’ll release you by the end of today. You can tend to your pressing and personal needs then, Mr. Bradley,” I reply harshly through gritted teeth. I’m ashamed of my unprofessional response, but I can’t help myself. I have a hard time suppressing my temper sometimes. It pisses me off that I chose to come here to care for humble people and still ended up having to deal with an arrogant jerk.
I can tell h e’s stunned by my abrasiveness, but also seems amused at the same time. There’s a visible smirk on his face that he fails miserably to conceal. Does he think this is funny? I don’t find anything amusing about his arrogance. I’m fuming
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