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“You want me to come with you?” she asks.
“Yes,” I grin, enjoying the double entendre. Imagining what it would be like to cum together. Our naked bodies entwined. Covered in sweat. Her pussy clamping down around my cock and milking me dry.
“I don’t understand,” she says. “I’m just an intern.”
I close the door and walk back across the room. Looming over her. Watching her glistening blue eyes as she listens to every word I say. “We’re going to a veterans center.” I take her hand and help her rise from the chair. “We’re going to do some good, Claire. That’s why you wanted to work here, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then,” I say. “Follow me.”
3
Claire
“And this is our rehabilitation room.”Lisa, a middle-aged woman with a kind smile, leads us through the heavy, old doors.
I have to brush past Hugo to enter. It’s the third time I’ve touched him today, and each time is better than the last.
I’d seen him in videos online. In magazines. Websites. Newspapers. On TV. I knew he was good-looking. But up close, he’s something else. Mesmerizing. It’s like I’ve been put under a spell. It’s all I can do to take my eyes off him and concentrate on the tour Lisa is giving us of the Veteran's center.
“And this is Mikey,” she says, leading us towards a man in a wheelchair. He’s missing both his legs. A physical therapist is taking him through some exercises. Somehow he still has a smile on his face. He’s the kind of man that will never give up. No matter how hard it gets. Just like my dad.
“Lisa.” He puts the weights down on the floor and turns his attention to us. “You can’t seem to keep away from me? I know I’m good-looking, but you need to learn to control yourself!”
Lisa slaps him on the shoulder playfully. It’s clear everyone loves her here. That she really cares about these brave men and women who risked their lives for the freedoms we enjoy.
“I’d like you to meet Hugo Rider. He’s a big important billionaire come to make all our dreams come true.”
For the first time, I swear I see Hugo blush. But he goes along with the banter. “Well, some of your dreams,” he says, shaking Mikey’s hand. “The rest I’ll leave to you and Lisa.”
“Oi!” Lisa laughs. “Don’t you go giving him any ideas! I’m a happily married woman!”
“Not for long,” Mikey grins. “I may have lost two of my legs, but I still have my third one. And it’s in full working order.”
Lisa turns as red as a beetroot. She tells Mikey to get back to his work and then swiftly guides us into another room.
For another hour, we walk around the grounds. The equipment is old. But the passion of the volunteers and the staff is evident.
Memories of my father come flooding back.
He didn’t suffer any physical injuries. Not like some of these veterans. His injuries were internal. In his head.
Bad dreams. Depression. Addiction.
The images of what he’d seen forever replaying in his mind. Unable to escape the horror. The tragedy. The evil that no man should have to endure.
“Claire?”
I shake my head. Hugo’s looking at me.
“I’m sorry, I was just thinking about something. What was it you asked?”
Hugo puts his hand on my elbow. He squeezes gently. I want to wrap my arms around his neck and let him take me in his arms. There’s something about this man. I feel so safe when I’m with him. I don’t know whether it’s because he’s so big. Six-eight and built like a linebacker. Every inch of his body is covered in muscles. Or whether it’s because of the way he looks at me. Like he’d do anything for me. Like I’m the only thing in the whole world that matters to him.
But, who am I kidding?
I’m just an intern. He’s only known me less than a day. He probably looks at everyone like this. Maybe that’s what has made him so successful.
