What happened in Vegas: Didn't Stay In Vegas! (8 page)

Nick breaks
in,
“
No guy does that by accident, and it was accidentally
on purpose.
”

I turned back
to Nick,
“
That
’
s what I was going to
ask your opinion about, do you think he was trying to make a pass
at me?
”

Aria took
center stage,
“
I
don
’
t know what Nick thinks, but I definitely
do.
”

Nick nodded in
agreement before Aria continued,
“
What are you going to
do now, you have two gorgeous men after you?
”

Nick took a
deep breath and slipped in,
“
Matter of
opinion.
”

My eyes opened
more,
“
I don
’
t know, I guess
nothing. I don
’
t like Chase. He has
too many aces in his hand, CEO, landlord. He practically owns me
for fuck sakes. He has too much power and money for my
likings.

Aria
questioned,
“
And
Bradley?
”

“He
’
s my teacher, hardly
appropriate for me to enter into a relationship with
him.
”

Nick
comments,
“
Leaves you alone Coco!
”

I glared at
Nick before turning to Aria,
“
Did I ever tell you
how annoying brothers can be?
”

Aria giggled
and helped turn our attention away from each other by putting on
Netflix. We chose a chick flick knowing Nick
wouldn
’
t complain. I finished my wine and put all my
attention onto the movie. When it was done, I noticed the time was
nearing midnight, so I decided to leave. Nick got up and left when
I did.

When I got back
to my loft, I quickly changed into my jammy
’
s and went
straight to bed, knowing I was getting up early
tomorrow.

The incessant bang of the headboard from
next door kept me up several hours after I had gone to bed.
Obviously, Nick only pretended to go home after all.

~15~

The next day was rough. I was overtired thanks to
Aria
’
s Ikea bed. If she had invested in a more solid frame
like she did the mattress and box spring, I probably would have
been well rested. Bradley and I spent the entire day minus food and
toilet breaks in the cath lab doing angiogram after angiogram. I
seemed to be getting quite good at them.

It was a treat seeing Bradley the entire day
in sexy green surgical scrubs. The surgical top he chose today was
V-neck accentuating his tanned skin and broad boulder like
shoulders. Unfortunately his scrub top was covered by a heavy led
apron which he wore during all the procedures. The pants, one size
fits most hung loosely on his hips and I had a feeling he wore them
like that intentionally, just to get attention. He sure had
mine.

We were halfway
through the last angiogram when Bradley noticed I was looking
tired. He encouraged me,
“
You can take off
early if you want, I
’
ve got
this.
”

I knew we would
only be a few more minutes before I could watch him strip off his
led vest,
“
I really don
’
t mind
staying.
”

“If
you
’
re sure,
”
his dark eyes smiled at me,
“
you look tired.
”

“I
am,
”
I confessed.

We stayed quiet while he finished the last
person and closed her up; leaving the patient in the able hands of
the same nurses we worked with all day. The nurses took the patient
with them, leaving Bradley and myself alone.

This alone time
with him was very uncomfortable and different in comparison to the
several other alone times we had in the past. The feeling of
anticipation coursing through my veins was making my stomach do
flip flops while my heart fluttered at the same time. I
didn
’
t even know if the feelings I was having were in any
way mutual. He only did just hold my hand, and criticized my
relationship with Nick, which I still regret telling him
about.

The silence of
the room got really loud as I stared him down with raw insatiable
sexual desire while he removed his led apron. I took mine off after
he was done removing his and I felt his stare penetrate me and
follow my every move. It was hot. If Nick was right and he
hadn
’
t been with anyone since his wife, I wondered what he
would be like. Right now it felt like he could fuck me without
touching me, this man was a God.

We went into
the control room and reviewed the procedure we had just finished on
the computer, analyzing the patient
’
s condition. His tone
was low and racy; he was so knowledgeable about all his patients
when he dictated his final notes on the phone. He glanced at
me,
“
Are you ready to go?
”

“Sure,
”
I said breathlessly.

We stood to leave and he allowed me to go
first. His thick fingers guided the small of my back as we left the
room. His touch woke every nerve fiber in my body. I sensed myself
ache for him.

He closed the
light and for a second we were alone in the dark. He grabbed my
wrist like he always seemed to do and I turned back to face him,
but I only saw a dark silhouette of his face, and he said to
me,
“
It
’
s taking everything
in me to be professional with you.
”

Feeling the
heat from his body I begged him,
“
Don
’
t
be.
”

There,
I
’
d given him the go ahead. He could do something,
anything now. I was willing him to do anything. I
couldn
’
t see him but I feel him close. He knows
it
’
s mutual now. I imagined him grabbing me hard by the
hips and thrusting his dick into me while kissing me passionately
but I said and I did nothing. I waited for his move. He made none.
I was frustrated now, almost angry.

All code
purples paled in comparison to this one. I wanted this man so bad I
could taste it. I refused to throw myself at his feet but I needed
to know what was stopping him. Maybe we could correct it. I
couldn
’
t leave without knowing. I had to ask,
“
Why aren
’
t
you?
”

He turned the
light on, like water being dumped onto the remnants of a fire his
lascivious look transforms into one of discouragement.
“
Nick,
”
he seethed.

~16~

I was really looking forward to my time off. My plan,
other than grocery shopping; I intended to live in the loft like a
total recluse. I wouldn
’
t: open a door for
anyone, answer a phone no matter who it was, and wear anything
other than my Jammys.

I turned my
alarm off, and on day one I slept in to a whopping seven
o
’
clock. I stayed in bed for an extra hour before I
started getting fidgety and I had to get up. Coffee was first on my
agenda, after that the rest of the day was spent cleaning and
watching old Bachelor episodes on my personal video
recorder.

I chose day two
to go grocery shopping, so I could spend the last day recovering
from day two
’
s excursion. It was a
fine plan. My hours were quickly becoming more normal, on day two;
I didn
’
t wake until eight o
’
clock, but skipped
the extra hour of just lying in bed. I had my coffee and dressed
respectably in a pair of jeans that I proudly wore fifteen years
ago and still fit me today, with a grey blouse and
sneakers.

The weather was
warm coat friendly with a slight chance of snow, but I decided to
take my chances and nixed the idea of boots. I picked a grey jacket
to match my blouse and headed for Snowball. I apologized to her for
making her work today, but I absolutely needed groceries for the
rest of the week. I wasn
’
t your average
grocery shopper. I never went to the same store repeatedly, and I
didn
’
t follow sales. I went wherever my mood took me and
today it was suburbia Oakville to a store called Whole Foods, which
sold organic everything.

Snowball was
happy when we got to the parking lot of Whole Foods. She was
surrounded by cars just like her. There were no worries about
anyone scratching or denting her here, I would never tell her this,
but she wasn
’
t necessarily the
prettiest car in this parking lot. I parked her where only one
other car could park next to her and headed into the
store.

I grabbed a small shopping cart, (there were
no large ones because it was assumed that nobody could afford to do
a full grocery shop at this store), because the prices were so
exorbitant. I strolled down aisle after aisle, taking my time. I
never once expected to hear anyone calling out my name until I
found myself standing in the same aisle as Bradley. I was
flabbergasted bumping into him here, of all places, looking like
this, and did I mention so far away from where we work?

Bradley
’
s shaggy brown hair
was freshly cut and still shaggy. I could picture running my
fingers through his sexy hair. He was wearing a black dress shirt
with the top two buttons undone, with faded jeans, and cowboy
boots. I swore to myself I wasn
’
t going to drool over
him because that would put me in the same class with the rest of
female staff at the General. I wasn
’
t sure who I was
kidding except for myself. I was already in that category every
single female was in once they met him. He received attention
wherever he went, and his obliviousness to it which was
enchanting.

“Bradley,
”
I said in my calmest voice.
“
Strange meeting you here.
”

“Likewise, I
thought you lived in a loft close to the
hospital?
”

“I do, but I
heard about this place from some nurses, and I wanted to check it
out. Do you live close?
”

He smiled and
rolled his car keys around his finger,
“
Just around the
corner.
”

I noticed he
didn
’
t have a shopping cart and wasn
’
t carrying any
bags,
“
Are you shopping?
”

“They
didn
’
t have what I needed, until now.
”
That pick
up line made me weak in the knees. I grasped on to my shopping cart
for support aware of its wheels and inability to provide me with
any support.
“
How much longer will
you be until you
’
re
done?
”
He asked.

`I looked at
him smugly,
“
It sounds like
you
’
re flirting with me, and that
’
s not very
professional now is it Bradley?
”

He took a step closer to me and now he was
in my space, I was becoming short of breath.

“Fuck
professionalism, it
’
s
overrated.
”

“Oh
dear,
”
I teased.
“
I
’
m really
not that kind of girl.
”

“We need to
talk Chanel.
”

“Do
we?
”
I still continued to tease.

“We
do.
”
Shop later, follow me in snowball, you can park her at
my house.
”

“Sounds like a
plan.
”
Groceries could wait. I jumped into Snowball and
pulled up to his Hummer, which I hadn
’
t noticed, was in the
parking lot when I came, but I also hadn
’
t been looking
for it. It only took us a few minutes to get to his
place.

We pulled up to
a newer styled house stucco and pot lights galore with a three car
garage. Bradley pulled up to a garage door, and I pulled up beside
him at another garage door, both opened simultaneously. We parked
together like we had been doing it for years. When I got out of the
car I locked Snowball and then spoke to Hummer,
“
Don
’
t get any fresh
ideas!
”