Page 8 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
I should have known that would be a mistake that I wouldn’t be able to correct.
Subject: Follow-up Meeting - Simpson Case
Dr. Yerba,
After reviewing additional notes from Mr. Simpson's physical therapist, I've identified some inconsistencies we need to discuss. I've scheduled us for tomorrow at 10 AM in the same conference room. Please be punctual.
Additionally, I've reviewed your O.R. schedule and left your 2 PM procedure intact, as it appears to be urgent.
Skylar Wise, Esquire
Of Counsel, St. Ambrose Memorial Hospital
My head instantly dropped, and my hand came up to rub my temple.
Great. Another day of no cutting. I need to cut,I thought.
If she thought I was going to respond to her damn message she would be disappointed. Instead of rolling my truck window down and throwing the phone across the parking garage, I stuffed the damn thing back in my pocket. I grabbed my briefcase and headed to the underground elevator.
Upstairs in my condo, I poured myself three fingers of whiskey and collapsed onto my leather sectional. The amber liquid burned going down, but it was nothing compared to the irritation burning in my chest. Skylar Wise was getting under my skin in ways I didn't appreciate.
I pulled out my phone again, staring at her email. "Please be punctual." The woman had some nerve. I was never late to anything that mattered. Today was different… I was making a point. But apparently, she thought I was some irresponsible asshole who couldn't manage his time.
What really got to me was how she'd taken control of the entire situation. In the O.R., I was king. My word was law, and everyone moved around my schedule, my preferences, my expertise. But Skylar had walked into my domain and flipped the script like she owned the place.
What is it about her?I thought, downing the contents of my glass, hoping it would help with allowing me to have a restful night’s sleep. The last of the liquor did nothing to remove my thoughts of Skylar. I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she'd handled me today, shutting down my bullshit without breaking a sweat. Most people either kissed my ass because of my position or were intimidated by my size and attitude. But not her. She'd matched my energy and then some.
And that's what was getting to me. I couldn't remember the last time someone had put me in my place like that. The alcohol was warming my body, but my mind was still racing. I neededto get some sleep if I was going to be "punctual" for tomorrow's meeting.
I dragged myself off the couch and headed for the shower, stripping off my clothes as I went. The hot water cascaded over my tired muscles, and I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head. But instead of emptiness, all I saw was Skylar's face—those fierce eyes challenging me, that full mouth set in determination.
"Fuck," I muttered, turning the water to cold. This was not the time to be fantasizing about the woman who was trying to save my career. I needed to focus on the case, on proving that I hadn't made any mistakes with Marcus Simpson's surgery.
The cold water was a shock to my system, and for a few minutes, my mind shifted from Skylar. That shift didn’t stay in place for long. As soon as I tossed my towel to the side, and climbed in my bed naked, thoughts of Skylar Wise came back full force. When my eyelids shut, she was all I could see.
I was fucked.
Chapter 6
Skylar
"Iwant to taste every inch of your body. I'm going to lick you from head to toe. You ready for that, baby?"
"Mmhh..." I moaned and arched my back into his touch, desperate for more contact. "More! Please!" I begged.
My legs spread exceptionally wide, trying to accommodate the strong body between them. I was going mad. I needed release.
"You want more, sweetheart?"
The deep vibration of his voice caused my body to quake. Ripples of pleasure spread through me. The connection between us was beyond intense.
"I want everything."
"You're so needy, and it's so damn sexy, baby."
He was saying all the right things, but I wanted him inside of me. I needed him filling me up. Instead of giving me what my body was silently, and my mouth loudly, begging for, he kept to his word and licked every inch of my body. By the time he got to my toes, and worked his way back up to my waist, my pussy was leaking. I tried to nudge his head deep into my center and thankfully he obliged, but not before he firmly gripped my hips into the mattress and taking away the little control I had.
"Aries!" I screamed loudly from an immediate, and surprising, orgasm.
