His Curvy Nurse

Nico

Resisting Laura was getting harder and harder every day. Seeing her talking and laughing with patients and watching the shutters close when she looked at me was painful. I deserved it, but it was not easy. Not when I wanted to know everything there was to know about her. If only I wasn’t her boss.

Crossing that line wasn’t a good idea. We had important work to do. Work that saved lives and helped people. I couldn’t risk it. I wouldn’t.

But hearing about her dates was driving me crazy. If I could meet someone, maybe I could forget about her. There had to be someone on the online dating app who would take my mind off of her.

Laura

Life’s too short for regrets. I learned that day after day working with patients living and dying with cancer. They all told me the same thing. Stop being afraid of living my life and grab it by the balls.

So, I listened. I stopped wondering when my boss was going to notice me. I stopped wishing he would see me as more than just his nurse. I stopped declining dates with other men in hopes Nico would one day ask me out.

I am not so evolved that I actually stopped hoping something would happen, but I had to move on. People were dying with regrets, and I couldn’t live with mine.

I never thought dating other men would make Nico notice me. I never expected him to be pissed off. And I sure as hell never thought he’d be jealous.

But I definitely liked that side of him. The side that said he wanted me. It wasn’t going to be that easy, though. He needed to work for it. One kiss, one touch, one panty-melting word at a time.

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Excerpt from His Curvy Nurse

“Close the door.”

I did as he asked and stood just inside while he walked around his dark wood desk and sat in the large black leather chair. Bookshelves surrounded him and his degrees hung above his head. His office could have been that of a college professor or a lawyer, or anyone professional. He had nothing personal. No pictures, no paintings, nothing that said he had a personality.

“Why were you flirting with that patient?”

“Excuse me?” I blurted.

“The patient,” he snarled. “Were you going to give him a lap dance, too? Because we might be a full service clinic here, but I expect you to keep things professional.”

I drew back and tried to figure out what I did that was so unprofessional. “I apologize, Dr. Allison, but I wasn’t treating him any differently than I do any other patient. And I believe I was being very professional.”

“Oh, so you tell all your patients about dating apps and offer to be their friend with benefits?”

“What? I didn’t say that!”

“You said you love him.”

I drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out before my attitude got me in trouble. How dare he? I was not out of line with my patients. I was respectful and considerate. I asked about their lives and made small talk. I never once crossed a line. I did not give out my personal phone number to any of them. Not since Ms. Georgia. But that was different.

“I love my patients, Dr. Allison. I love working here. I love seeing people get better. And you know a positive mindset is huge when someone is going through what every single one of these patients is going through. I talk to them and laugh with them and ask about their personal lives. I need to know who these people are so they trust me.”

“No, you don’t. They need to trust you because you’re good at your job, but today…”

“What are you saying?” I asked him, flabbergasted.

“Twice today I’ve had to speak to you about personal matters in the workplace. Twice today I’ve overheard you speaking to someone about your…relationships. Do not let it happen again.”

“Are you telling me I can’t ask my patients about their personal lives?”

“No, I’m telling you you can’t fuck them!” he bellowed.

My eyes went wide. I pulled back. My breath was ragged as I sucked it in. Every cell in my body was tense.

Four years I’d worked for that man. Four years I’d killed myself to follow his lead and treat the patients who came from all over to see him. Four years. And that’s what he thought of me.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a sharp nod. “Is there anything else?”

He shook his head.

I pursed my lips together and turned and left his office. What did I ever see in that asshole?