Page 45 of Love Unforgettable
“I really miss you though. Come on, baby. I need a release. Please.”
“Trev, I just, I don’t know if I’m comfortable having phone sex with you while I’m at work. Sorry.”
“Oh, but I can finger fuck you and get you off in the exam room at MY work and that’s fine?” he sneers.
He has a point.
“You got off too, don’t forget.”
“Fine, whatever.”
“Look, Trev—”
“I gotta go, Lex. Later.” He hangs up before I have a chance to say anything else. Which I think I’m okay with. I mean, I don’t like how the conversation was progressing and just wanted out of it.
I can’t explain my hesitancy with phone sex. And he’s right, I was totally fine in the exam room. I didn’t care if we got caught. But here, at my work, it’s different.
Or maybe it’s different because he’s not here in person. It’s definitely easier to put him off over the phone since I can’t ever say no to his face.
Regardless, my afternoon is interrupted, so I decide to head out a little early and bring dinner to Remi and Chance at the hospital.
* * *
I knock on the hospital room door then peek my head in. “Room service.”
“God bless you, woman. I am so sick of this hospital food,” Chance grumbles.
“Because it’s not like I’m running out and getting you food every day or anything,” Remi says.
“Beautiful,” Chance turns to her. “Even if I started now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for how incredible you’ve been. But I am sure as fuck going to try. And if I don’t say it enough, thank you. So much.”
Remi’s face softens as she smiles at him, and if I’m not mistaken, she gets a little teary eyed. She waves her hand at him and turns away, stepping into the tiny bathroom and closing the door behind her. I set the food down on the little side table and start opening containers.
“You really love her, don’t you?” I turn to him and ask.
“I do, Pinkie. That okay?”
I smile big. “More than okay.”
“Then feed me!”
“Seymour,” I add.
“Huh?” Chance asks.
“Feed me, Seymour,” I say. “FromLittle Shop of Horrors?”
He shakes his head, a blank look on his face.
“You never sawLittle Shop of Horrors?” I’m shocked.
Remi steps out of the bathroom at the same time that I say it. “Lex, he hasn’t seen anything unless it has Jean-Claude Van Damme in it.”
“Don’t say that like it’s an insult. The man is a secret genius.Bloodsport? Need I say more?”
I laugh at the two of them. Loving the comradery that has formed so quickly between them, and the banter that is so lighthearted. I give each of them their orders and sit down to eat my own. Balancing the Styrofoam container on my knees while trying to cut my enchiladas with a plastic knife and fork is a feat unto itself.
“Pinkie, don’t you knock it until you’ve seen it.” He points at me with one hand and takes a large bite of his burrito from the other.
