I had such a big response over at FFFW for this and I am truly grateful for that it made my heart sore that so many people were excited about reading this. It will be posted there as well as here cos that's what this whole blog thing was created for the past couple of months have been life changing to say the least I am now one with technology LOL!
I would also like to thank my amazing beta Legs who is just awesome, she's been a busy bee as of late but she has done an awesome job of proofing and improving this so that it lives up to the hype! Well that's the desired effect anyway.
So without further ado I would like to present Chapter 1 of Doctor's Orders may there be many more to come!
Bella’s POV
I had never been nervous about starting a new job but I had heard a mix of positive and negative comments about Lenox Hill Hospital and its staff. They must require a good general surgeon though they asked for me specifically, not that I was being big-headed or anything!
I would start my new job as General Surgeon at Lenox Hill in three hours. I was used to early mornings so, naturally, I was already awake and up. I gazed out of my bedroom window at New York City in all its glory, still awe-struck at its beauty. I finished off the last of my tea and made my way into the bathroom. My boyfriend Alec had already left for work. Although he had his own place he practically lived at mine. Looking at the clock I decided I had time for a soak in the bath instead of a quick shower. I was used to working long shifts, living like a student (hypocritically lecturing on healthy eating while living off take-away and fast food) and showering quickly when I have five minutes to spare, but today I needed to make a good impression so primping was in order. As the water ran I added my strawberry bubble bath, quickly becoming engulfed in steam. A bath wasn’t a bath unless the water was scalding hot.
I pulled off my camisole and dropped it to the floor. It was quickly joined by my shorts and bra. As I slipped off my panties I looked down at my chest and gave my breasts an approving look. I had heard many weird and wonderful things about the plastic surgeons at Lenox Hill but I was confident that my 34C’s were a very good size and so a visit to them wouldn’t be necessary. Although a nosy little look never went amiss…I climbed into the tub, hissing as the heat of the water scalded my skin. I sank down, submerging my whole body beneath the water.
I sighed, thoroughly content and relaxed. Although, there was always something that would make me even more content and relaxed. And I knew that I would need to be completely relaxed on my first day.
I skimmed my hand over the surface of the water before sliding it over my breasts and down my body. My eyes rolled back as I moaned a little, my hand wandered down my stomach and between my legs, I stroked along my slit, biting my lip as I moaned at the aching feeling in my lower abdomen. I was in desperate need of a really good release. So it wasn’t as good as the real thing but it’d get the job done, so to speak.
My index finger began circling my clit as my other hand searched for my core. One finger slid in completely, going straight for my g-spot, rough and vigorous. My breathing became erratic as I urged myself closer and closer to what promised to be a really good way to start the day, getting higher and higher as it built up deep within me, when an incessant, angry sound broke through my haze and destroyed the moment. There was no way I could ignore the hateful little communication device, it just wasn’t possible for me. Somebody hated me. Angrily and reluctantly I pulled my hands away quickly and stood, reaching for the towel. Huffing heavily, I stepped out of the bath, wrapped the towel around myself and went in search of the evil, interrupting cell phone.
It was on a side-table. I grabbed it angrily and checked the caller ID. It was my mother, Renee. She lived in Phoenix with her new husband Phil. He was closer to my age than hers. It was safe to say I would never call him Daddy; plus, it brought to mind too many sexual connotations! I loved my mother, but she was a terrible hypochondriac when she wanted to be and the worst worrier ever to grace the planet. She had constant images of me stabbing myself with a scalpel or sticking myself with a needle.
“Bella honey, how are you doing? You’re first day today, are you excited? Have you everything ready? Did you have a good breakfast? Have you brushed your teeth?” As usual, the conversation began with twenty questions. I rolled my eyes but decided to humour her a little. She was my Mom.
“Hey Mom, yeah I’m fine. Just out of the bath actually. Yeah, it is my first day, well remembered. And Mom, it’s not like the first day of school so no it’s not exciting me that much!”
She laughed a little down the phone.
“Mom I really have to get going it’s SHIT! Bye Mom, I’ll call you when I get home. Love you!”
I hung up the phone on her, I’d apologise later. It was almost five thirty and I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet.
I quickly threw on a pair of slacks that framed my ass to perfection (I did have an excellent ass!) and a dark green shirt, buttoning it quickly before heading down to the garage. It was still dark out but by the time I got to the hospital it would be light. It never ceased to amaze me how quickly it could get light out, or dark.
I climbed into the BMW 118D that my mother and her husband had bought me as a congratulations on my new job present. Their reasoning for it was that I’d need something that fit the hospital; it wasn’t just any hospital after all! The smell of the leather interior engulfed me; God I loved the new car smell! I quickly put the key in the ignition, rammed the gear stick into drive and finally made my way to work.
The drive to work was dismal. It was almost six and the traffic was a nightmare. Arriving late on my first day was just what I needed! It would just be the perfect first impression to make on the Chief of Surgery! He and one of the other General Surgeons were to show me around the hospital. As it was, I was only a few minutes late. At least I’d know for future reference.
I walked into reception, taking a quick look around as I stepped up to the front desk. The hospital was immaculate and from what I could see of the patients they were very content to sit watching the giant plasma screens.
A young woman with dark blonde hair looked up at me from behind the counter.
“Hello, can I help you miss?” she asked politely as she smiled up at me.
“Hi. I’m Isabella Swan, the new general surgeon.”
She stood up quickly, putting down several sheets of paper down in front of me as she handed me my name badge. I was already falling in love with how efficient this hospital was!
“Dr. Hale will be right with you. You can fill in these while you’re waiting Dr. Swan.”
She smiled again and sat down as I began fill in my personal details and sign my name countless times. I wasn’t standing there long when a man who didn’t look a day over thirty stood next to me and leaned over the desk.
“Jessica, has our new general surgeon arrived yet?” he asked the receptionist.
She glanced up and gestured with her pen towards me. He turned to look at me and smiled broadly, standing up straight. I smiled back. He was gorgeous, completely and utterly perfect, with brown hair to his shoulders, piercing blue eyes and a prominent five o’clock shadow I wanted to reach out to and rub. Now don’t get me wrong, I may have a boyfriend but I’m not dead! He was tanned and rugged, not as refined as other doctors but so much sexier.
“Ah, you must be Isabella Swan, pleased to meet you. I’m Carlisle, Chief of Surgery here at Lenox Hill.” He smiled and held out his hand for my own. I reached my hand out and met his handshake. It was a typical manly handshake. His hands were soft and warm.
“Nice to meet you too, please call me Bella,” I smiled.
He let go of my hand and handed me a long white coat and a stethoscope.
“Bella, welcome to Lenox Hill. Now I’m a very busy man, as you can imagine, so I’m going to introduce you to Dr. Brandon, our other general surgeon, who will show you around the hospital.” He spoke as he led me from the reception and further into the building.
He turned to look at me as we were making our way into one of the wards off of the reception. Admittedly, I found it a little odd that a hospital so big had wards so close to the main reception, but then again Lenox Hill wasn’t your average hospital. There were three doctors in the ward but one caught my eye. She was petite, about five foot six. Her hair was dark brown but the overhead lights made it appear lighter, almost like it glowed. Her make-up was flawless and as I took in her appearance I noticed her shoes. Six inch heels. So not five foot six, five foot at most. Why would anyone subject themselves to the torture of six inch heels when they’re working twenty hours a day?! Carlisle led me to where she was finishing up with a patient.
“Dr. Brandon,” he addressed her, “I’d like to introduce you to our new general surgeon, Dr. Bella Swan. She’ll be joining you in theatre.” She turned to face me, tilting her head back a little to look at me. She smiled widely and instead of shaking my hand like Carlisle as I expected, she hugged me.
“Hey, nice to meet you! You can call me Alice!” She said as she pulled back, still smiling broadly.
“Right then, now that you two are acquainted I’ll leave you in Alice’s capable hands. Enjoy the tour and good luck getting started, although I’m sure you won’t need it,” were Carlisle’s parting words before he left me with the extremely friendly pixie in front of me.
This time she shook my hand. It was fast and she had a surprisingly strong grip. It was just as energetic as she seemed to be.
“So you’re Bella,” she said in a tone I wasn’t sure I trusted, “I’ve heard a lot about you, and not just about your surgery skills!” She smirked and began walking out of the ward. I struggled to keep up with her fast pace.
I kicked myself for being so self-conscious but I had to ask. “What do you mean?”
She stopped and turned to face me.
“Put it this way, they weren’t wrong when they said you were a babe. You’ve been highly anticipated Bella,” she said matter-of-factly before continuing on her way.
“Ok this is radiology, nobody that important works there, nobody you want to know about anyway!” She winked at me and we continued the tour. It was fairly obvious I was getting the social tour and not the work tour, not that I was complaining. I was going to need to know how everything worked, gossip included. And who didn’t love a bit of gossip?
I liked Alice. She was down to earth and extremely friendly, definitely someone I’d become good friends with. As we made our way around the hospital we quickly fell into an easy step beside each other and were soon chatting like old friends. We were gradually making our way towards the place I would call home for seventeen hours a day.
“So Bella, have you got a boyfriend?” And here it was. THE question.
The answer to that question was as unknown as the meaning of life. Alec was my boyfriend, but he also wasn’t. We’d never exchanged ‘I love you’s, it had never occurred to me to ever say it to him. I wasn’t ready for that, not with him anyway. Not with anyone. I wasn’t completely sure I felt that way either, or of how I felt about him exactly. I rarely saw him because of work and he never stayed too long. If I was really going to be honest with myself he was a convenience more than anything else, and as far as that part of my life was concerned I was not going to be honest. I was getting what I needed, as was he, and it was working well for both of us.
“You could say that,” I replied, it really was the easiest and most honest response I could give.
She looked at me, confused for a moment, then laughed a little and turned to look where she was going. We had been all over the hospital but I still hadn’t seen where I would actually be based. The building was like a labyrinth!
“Am I ever going to find my way around here Alice? I mean, I’m a general surgeon, the titles no good if I can’t find the surgery!”
She giggled at me, her perfectly curled hair bouncing on her shoulders like springs.
“I know, it can seem pretty daunting, the building’s so extensive, but we have to go through plastic surgery territory first.” She stopped and turned to face me. “Do you think you’re ready to meet Dr. Masen and Dr. Whitlock? Say now or forever hold your virginity,” she eyed me carefully, “Or your peace.” She couldn’t pull off serious for very long. She just couldn’t stifle the laugh or the huge grin.
I rolled my eyes. I’d done my homework and I knew the names of most of the staff and their roles. What can I say, I’m thorough!
“What’s so fucking brilliant about them, they fiddle with women’s breasts all day!”
She raised an eyebrow at me. Alright, maybe that wasn’t all they did. I suppose they did perform life-saving surgeries as well. And they were the best in their field. But it was still eighty percent boob jobs for stuck up, pretentious snobby, neglected wives or the way too young mistresses! We both laughed as she typed the code into the keypad at the entrance to the plastic and reconstructive surgery department.
“You won’t be asking me that when you see them. You thought Carlisle was hot, these two are personifications of Adonis!” I rolled my eyes yet again as she pushed through the doors and walked into the bright white ward. Just like the rest of the hospital, everything looked so clean and crisp. However, there was something that made it stand apart from the rest of the building. It was a credit to it. It was obvious looks were what was important here.
As we walked down the corridor I glanced into a number of private rooms and found confirmation of my earlier statement. Women with larger than normal breasts. Mentally, I was rolling my eyes again at the ‘surgeons’ (and I use the term loosely here) who must love their jobs way too much. The thought ‘back ache here I come’ echoed through my thoughts.
“We’ll be seeing some of these women soon I should think,” I commented to Alice.
She looked at me confused.
“How do you work that one out?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.
“With boobs like these many of them will be needing surgery on their backs!”
Alice burst out laughing as we looked over at a woman sporting generous-sized breakfast bowls on her chest. We both glanced down and looked at our own chests, turned to each other, scrunched our noses and said ‘nah’, erupting into giggles again.
We walked up to the reception desk, where we were greeted by a very chipper nurse with the name Jane on her nametag. I felt yet another hit to my ego as I wondered for what must have been the hundredth time that day why everyone who worked there was so incredibly attractive.
“Hey Alice, what brings you here?” Jane smiled and made a sideways glance at me along with that thing women do when marking their territory. Her eyes made their way quickly up and down my body and rolled as they turned back to Alice.
“We’re just cutting through; I’m showing the new General Surgeon around. Are Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee around?” Jane laughed and high-fived Alice. She then stood up and leaned over her desk, looking up and down the corridor.
“I think Dr. Good Body numero uno is to the left of the ward and Dr. Good Body numero dos is to the right,” she then turned to face me, “But they’re best met together, it’s hard to get over the shock of meeting one before you’ve met with the other.” She winked at Alice before calling through the intercom in a voice dripping with seduction that seemed just a tad too much to me.
“Would Dr. Masen and Dr. Whitlock please come to the reception desk immediately?” She grinned widely before sitting back down, then re-arranged her hair and re-applied her lipstick. Alice straightened out my hair and shirt, then her own, before pretending to make conversation with me and Jane.
“Well, well, well! As I live and breathe, it’s Dr. Brandon! And with fresh blood! Who might this be?”
The voice sounded sultry and seductive as it came from behind me. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I turned around, ready to see a man about my height, but my eyes were met with what had to be a perfectly sculpted chest through a shirt. It stretched over fabulous abdominals. His white coat was tucked behind him, held there by hands tucked into the pockets of his tight pants, pulling them tighter over his slight erection. Typical male! My eyes finally made their way up to his face.
His crooked smile forced me to smother the whimper that wanted to say hi. I could feel the slight colour tinge my cheeks. His emerald green eyes burned into my brown ones as his eyebrow rose. His hand moved out of his pocket and straight to my chest, his long, slender fingers playing with my badge.
“Ah, Dr. Swan. Are you here to work or have work done?” He said my name in a quite competent Shaun Connery impression before cupping my breast. I rolled my eyes as the term pig sprang to mind. I could’ve broken his hand but letting him cop a quick feel would make him so much easier to mess with later!
“Hmm, perfect size...just over a handful...” he mused.
Alice smacked his hand away and he started laughing.
“Manners Edward, geeze! Don’t scare her off before she’s even started!”
He held his hands up in surrender and looked back at me.
”I apologise for my colleague Dr. Swan, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” said the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty next to the green-eyed groper as he took my hand in his and pressed his lips to it. He was the complete opposite of the pig who had just manhandled me. Although, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy his hand cupping my breast. Alec hardly ever touched my chest, the rare accidental brush while we watch Jay Leno was the highlight of my evening! For a guy he could be such a prude!
“This Bella, is Tweedle Dum, aka Dr. Edward Masen. And the southern gentleman to his right is Tweedle Dee, aka Dr. Jasper Whitlock. He isn’t nearly as forward as…well, not all the time anyway!” Alice winked at Dr. Whitlock who smirked in response. I smiled at both and said my hellos.
“I resent that Alice. The word dumb implies I’m not very intelligent.” He smiled crookedly again and winked at me.
“You’re not when it comes to women Edward.” Alice replied, not missing a beat. She and Jane high-fived again and I coughed to cover my laugh.
I already knew that the doctors Masen and Whitlock were extremely attractive, I’d been prepared for this. But words could never match up to the real thing. And even though Masen was a complete asshole, he was a sexy asshole. As the morning had passed it had become more and more clear that being a doctor would never be the same again. But these two seemed to dispel any clouds around that statement.
“Welcome to Lenox Hill Hospital Bella!” the asshole said, a little too comfortable with my name. I knew I was going to have fun messing with him, it would make the day so much more interesting! And if I never saw him again, it wouldn’t bother me either.
“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you both,” I replied, smiling brightly. They could both be the biggest jackasses for all I cared, their looks more than made up for it. They were definitely something to look at while they made you fume inside! I really couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Alice had been more than right in their assessment of them. It was also obvious that she had a thing for Jasper. Southern gentleman or not, he really didn’t hold a candle to the asshole whose head I was going to have fun messing with. It was clear he was going to try to add me to his bedpost so I really couldn’t see anything wrong with being prepared to piss him off!
The sexy asshole whose balls I was so going to own moved closer and pushed me up against the reception desk, his arms snaking around me and making my skin crawl just a little. There was also a tiny part of me that was squealing like a schoolgirl but I mentally slapped her and told her to shut up. She was a dumb blonde!
“How about we break the new girl in...” he began as his hands gripped onto me. He really had no idea who he was dealing with!
Gripping one of his hands in mine, I prised it from my waist and in one sharp movement dislocated three of his wandering fingers. It would’ve been easier to just break them but I didn’t want to end his career, I wasn’t a complete bitch!
I kept my eyes on his face and saw the tears well up in his eyes. He bit down hard on his bottom lip in an effort to keep the tears and cry of pain silent as I ducked under his arm and made my way over to Alice. Just as we got to the doors leading back out of the ward I turned and called back to him.
“I might be the new girl Dr. Masen but I’m not a brainless idiot to add to your bedpost!”
I turned back to the doors and made my way through them. Alice never took her eyes off me as the shouting and cursing followed us, eventually dying out as the doors closed.
“What did you do to him?” She breathed out, her eyes wide as her mouth remained in the ‘oh’ of shock
“I like a good groping just as much as the next person Dr. Brandon, but not by some pig-headed doctor who thinks he can do what he wants when he wants with anything with breasts and a vagina of legal age. And to answer your question, I dislocated three of his precious fingers.” I said matter-of-factly.
“Seriously?! Not easy to do from that angle! Breaking would’ve been simpler.”
I had to laugh at her response.
“Alice surgeons earn their living with their hands, and as much as he deserved three broken fingers he has to work doesn’t he?” I smiled wickedly, “Just not for the next week or so! All those poor average-breasted women…”
We both laughed out loud.
“Did you see the look on his face?” she said giddily. I laughed a little as I remembered.
“I actually saw tears. Poor baby!” I pouted my lips, sarcasm dripping from my voice and eyes. We slapped our hands together and clicked our fingers as we made our way towards surgery rooms, finally.
The day flew by. It was nearly four by the time I’d been shown around the entire hospital and met the staff. It was only then I truly began to appreciate how big Lenox Hill actually was.
What really made my first day complete was being thrown right into surgery. It was fairly routine and I could have done it with my eyes closed, but that’s just bad practise. Well, telling anyone would make it bad practise…
Alice and I were scrubbing in when I decided to set the cat among the pigeons and find out just exactly what was, or wasn’t, going on.
“So Alice, do you have a boyfriend?” I asked as I was scrubbing my nails.
“No, not at the moment. Why, are you offering?” She giggled and I smile at her. Her laughter was infectious and she was so easy to joke with.
“Always!” As I scrubbed down my fingers I got serious. “No, I was just curious because I couldn’t help but notice how you and Dr. Whitlock were around each other. You have a thing for him don’t you?” I didn’t want to say it was obvious he had a thing for her. I wasn’t sure exactly how this conversation might go, we’d only known each other a few hours after all and it was my first day. Although it was more than obvious he had a big ‘thing’ for her!
“Yes Bella, I do. And before you ask I’ve already had him. But it doesn’t hurt to want more does it?” She winked at me and laughed a little.
“So when did that happen? Because you could cut the sexual tension with a scalpel!” We both laughed.
“Christmas party and then again on his birthday. I wanted to give him a really great gift! We’re a close knit hospital you know!” She winked, smirking a little as she crossed her fingers.
As we worked at the operating table I couldn’t help but marvel at her. Stepping up to the patient she changed from a bubbly little pixie to a mechanic under the hood of a car, mechanical and thorough. She was a brilliant surgeon, perfect technique and extremely neat. Afterwards I couldn’t not pass comment.
“Are you sure you’re not a seamstress Alice? Those stitches are perfect, exquisite even!” She laughed as she pulled off her mask.
“I do dabble in a bit of seamstressing when I have the time, it’s so much easier to find clothes I like that way!” I returned her smile and we cleaned ourselves up, changing into blood-free scrubs. It just wouldn’t do to scare the patients by turning up to say hi looking like something out of a horror film!
We headed off to do our rounds and I fell into a comfortable routine, loving being back in it. I was checking over the chart of a donor patient when I was paged to deal with an emergency in the ER.
I made my way to the reception desk and found myself standing in front of a nurse who didn’t appear to ever look up or speak unless absolutely necessary.
“Hi, I was paged...” I didn’t get the chance to continue before she handed me a clipboard and pointed towards the closed door of a private room.
I shrugged as I turned towards it and quickly made my way inside. I stopped almost as soon as the door had closed behind me when I realised who it was, but it was the lack of an emergency that I noticed first. And that pissed me off.
“You have got to be kidding me! You called me away from actual work for this?!” I threw down the clipboard and fumed at the asshole in front of me.
Sitting on the gurney was none other than Dr. Edward Masen, face like thunder with a hint of smugness in his eyes. He winced as he shifted and jerked his injured hand.
“Well I don’t need to come any closer since I already know what you did to them. An examination would be a further waste of my time.” I sat down on the swivel chair in the corner of the room and folded my arms as I swung slowly from side to side. It couldn’t hurt to be entertained for a few minutes. After all, I was due for a break!
“What I did to them? You broke my damn fingers!”
“Correction, I dislocated them. Firstly, if you can’t distinguish a break from a dislocation you really are in the wrong profession, and secondly, you did that yourself by touching me inappropriately. Now, unless you want me to tell Carlisle about you sexually harassing me you need to shut up and keep still, understand?”
He nodded once as I wheeled myself over him, pulling a pair of latex gloves out of the box on the way.
“I can’t believe you didn’t just pop them back in again,” I said as I reached for his hand. He opened up his legs so I could get close enough to pop his fingers back into place.
“Oh I did, I just wanted to see how your head would look right there. I think I like it! Now open wide!” he grinned at me.
“Bastard!” I snapped as I stood up, the chair flying across the room and into the wall. I yanked the gloves off and threw them into the bin, picked up the clipboard and smacked it across the back of his head, wiping the smirk off his face and cutting off his laughter.
“OW!” he yelled, rubbing the back of his head as I turned.
Before I could take a step he grabbed the back of my coat and pulled me back. I turned and looked down at him; sure if looks could kill he’d be six feet under.
“Unless you want another bump on your head a three more dislocated fingers I suggest you let me go!” So much for making a good impression on my first day and having it all go well. “I actually have patients to see who are in need of a doctor.”
He opened his mouth to say something, rethought what he was going to say, then took a breath and began.
“Bel...Dr. Swan. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable before, but you have to understand... working at Lenox Hill isn’t like working at some other hospital. Just because the doctors and nurses here don’t look stressed doesn’t mean they’re not doing their job properly. You need to lighten up and stop wearing tight underwear. Hmm...” His head turned to my ass as he hopped off the gurney. Before I could respond he slapped my ass and headed out the door. I could feel my face burning and my hands balled into fists.
“DAMN IT!” I yelled. I’d never wished harm on anyone in my entire life but at that moment I felt the need to kill. I stormed out of the room and went straight back to my rounds. If I hadn’t I would have done something I really would have regretted. Something that I thought might be a little bit of fun was about to turn into all out war. I never left prisoners and I never lost.
It took a lot of deep breaths before I could calm down enough to stop snapping every pen I picked up. Somehow, the day seemed to slow down to a crawl and I found myself staring at my watch, cursing it for being so slow and willing the day to be over. At half nine I was screaming silently at the fifteen and a half hours I’d thought would be amazing but had turned into a nightmare, praying for the moment when Carlisle would relieve me. That moment came at half ten, long after all of my patients had settled. He’d finally shown up and told Alice and I to go home.
I put my coat, badge and stethoscope into my locker, pulled on my jacket and clocked out. As I was heading out through main reception I saw Alice talking to Jessica.
“I thought you’d left for the night,” I commented as I made my way closer to them.
“Just the girl I was looking for!” she said way too energetically for coming off of a sixteen and a half hour shift. “Come with me to visit Jasper,” she said before pulling me towards the plastics ward.
“No way Alice. I know for a fact that he’s still working down there and I’ve had enough of him for one day.” I really wasn’t in the mood to go for round three with the jerk from hell, especially when I was no longer on the clock and didn’t have to be there.
“Oh Bella come on, please. Be the bigger person and stand up to him, you had no trouble earlier when you dislocated his fingers! Come on,” she whined as she begged, clasping her hands together and looking up at me through big, sad, pleading eyes. I rolled my own.
I knew I was going to hate the fact that you just couldn’t say no to the little pixie, I just didn’t realise that it would be so soon!
“Fine!” I snapped exasperatedly, giving into her would just be easier in the long run, “But if he is down there he better guard more than his fingers! I am not in the mood for verbal sparring or putting up with any of his crap!”
She giggled and jumped up and down, clapping her hands. Oh how I hated her.
We walked down the corridors towards the danger zone and got there way too quickly for my liking.
“So, why should he guard more than his fingers?” she asked, her smile too big and happy. She was getting way too much enjoyment out of my pain and suffering. Then again, given what I’d heard she was probably enjoying the fact that a woman had finally given him an ‘up yours’, especially one of such epic proportions as mine!
“Like you don’t know,” I said, eyeing her. I got the feeling that Alice was the kind of person who knew absolutely everything that was going on.
“I don’t,” she said way too quickly and innocently, the look on her face matching her tone of voice. I looked at her suspiciously. I didn’t believe her.
“He thought it would be a great idea to call me to the ER on an ‘emergency’, piss me off even more then slap my ass, putting me into such a dark mood that I snapped at some of my patients and had to apologise. And I NEVER snap at patients.” That was what made it worse, the fact that he had affected how I work with my patients. I bit my lip and furrowed my brow. She raised hers and smiled.
“Payback time then!” she grinned. “Come on.”
We walked through the doors that had led me to my first encounter with the asshole that morning. We found the Tweedles playing ‘guess the breast size’ at the reception desk.
“Do you two have nothing better to do than guessing breast sizes?” I snapped.
Jasper stood up and leant over the reception desk just in front of Alice who bit her lip. The googly eyes they throwing at each other would’ve made me roll my own if I wasn’t in such a foul mood. Edward stared at me and looked me up and down.
“Thirty-four C Swan, and you have a nice firm ass too!” he smirked.
I scowled at him. It took all my self-control not to smack the smirk from his face. He stood up and leaned over the desk towards me. So it was a Tweedle stance. I leaned closer to him, feeling his breath on my face. It was torture, even his breath smelled amazing! But I reminded myself of how big a jackass he is and my mind cleared.
“You know Masen, you really are quite an attractive man,” I said, my nose almost touching his.
“Is that a fact?” he asked, his hand sliding over mine.
His hand felt so warm and soft on mine. I wondered how it would feel in other places…naughty places…
“Mmhmm,” I nodded a little, slipping my free hand over the desk and to the stapler by the stack of files.
“I’m really glad you’ve noticed that Swan. You know, I’m even more handsome naked,” he said, staring into my eyes and smirking in triumph.
“Is that a fact?” I asked as I placed the stapler over his tie, which was conveniently lying across the desk.
“Mmhmm,” he nodded, tilting his head and leaning forward a little more.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Before he knew what was happening five industrial-sized staples had made their way through his tie and into the desk. I replaced the stapler and stepped back, smirking at him.
He tried to stand up straight but couldn’t move. He pulled back again but was jerked back down. Alice tried to smother her giggles with her hand as Jasper dipped his head to hide his own smile.
“What the fuck Swan?!” he yelled, pushing his hands down on the desk as he pulled his head back in vain.
“I thought I had made myself clear about keeping your hands to yourself, I probably should have broken instead of just dislocating your fingers. Maybe now you’ll learn.”
He glared at me, anger seeping out of every pore. Staring right back into his eyes I could see something else there. Lust. Typical man.
“And you may be attractive but your attitude makes you the ugliest man in existence,” I added.
Alice nearly choked and Jasper shook a little, swallowing his laughter.
“And I told you to lighten up a little!” he snapped back. “For fuck’s sake,” he exhaled as he looked down at his trapped tie.
I opened my mouth to respond when I was interrupted by Alice.
“Edward, she doesn’t need to lighten up, but maybe you do. Now stop being such a prick and don’t touch her unless she wants you to!” she said matter-of-factly.
I opened my mouth to tell her I didn’t need her to defend me then bit it back. She was obviously enjoying what was happening and relieved beyond measure that someone was finally putting him in his place, and loving being a part of that. Instead, I addressed him again. He really did need another warning considering he hadn’t gotten the message before.
“And if you think for one second that I won’t damage any other part of your anatomy, no matter how fucking important it might be, think again. If you ever touch me again, no matter how innocent it might be, I will not hesitate to do some real damage. Understand?”
He huffed loudly, his eyes still boring into mine. If he thought he was intimidating he was sorely mistaken. Unfortunately he was having other effects on me, and my little Bella was sending images of me being the one forced over the desk while he touched me in ways that were most definitely not innocent. I cursed the traitorous vixen and her very naughty ways. I had to do something before she went to the dark side.
I reached into my handbag and pulled out the Swiss army knife my Dad had given to me when I moved to New York. He could be very over-protective. He had originally wanted to get me a taser and some mace but I had talked him down. I flicked it open and it glinted under the fluorescent lights. He jumped as a small whimper escaped his lips and was jerked back down.
“FUCK! Put that away, I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I won’t touch you again! I swear! Please don’t hurt me!”
“Oh calm down you pussy I’m just cutting you free,” I said as I gripped his tie and held the blade just below the knot, fighting back the images of begging and bondage that wanted to take over my mind, “Not that you deserve it. And even though I do deserve an apology I didn’t expect it from a slimey jackass like you. But it is fun to hear you beg me…” More traitorous images clouded my mind but I forced them back out. “ I wonder how long I could make you beg.” Bad, bad mistake. Little Bella took that as an invitation, flooding my mind with naughty, naughty, naughty pictures. “Although I suppose I will accept your apology.” I cut through his tie quickly and stepped back, flicking the blade closed and putting it back into my bag.
Jasper and Alice were completely still and silent, mouths wide open.
“Catching flies?” I asked them innocently.
Jasper cleared his throat and looked at Alice, who leaned over the desk to kiss lightly on the cheek as she picked up her bag.
“Alice, need a ride home?” I asked her.
“Oh, um, yeah. That would be great,” she replied. I got the feeling it was a very rare occasion when she was caught off guard and at a loss for words. I was quietly proud of myself for being the cause of one such occasion.
“Excellent. See you tomorrow boys,” I smiled at them before turning and heading back out. Alice followed me quickly.
“That was…that was…” she said, unable to finish her sentence.
My pride grew.
“Yep,” I replied.
It wasn’t long until we were in the car and leaving the parking lot. I was grateful for my car all over again when we were met by rain.
“Where to?” I asked.
“Claridge House, upper east side,” she said, pointing in the direction I was already turning to.
“Great, I’m heading there anyway,” I told her as I drove through the busy streets.
“Why are you going there?” she asked, looking at me.
“Because I’m stalking you!” I smirked. “Why do you think? I live there!” She smiled widely and her eyes shone brightly.
“Oh my God! It’s like we’re living together but we have lots more space! What floor are you on? What’s your apartment number? Do you have a balcony? What’s your view like?” she babbled, going into twenty-questions mode again.
“Twenty-ninth floor, apartment two-nine-four,” I replied.
“Oh my God, I’m two-nine-nine! Just down the hall!”
I looked at her in disbelief.
“No kidding!” I smiled at her. She nodded vigorously. “Well now you have a ride everyday!”
“This is so brilliant! No more smelly cabs or dirty subways! Of course I’ll pay for gas! This is going to be great! We’re almost roomies only better!” she beamed.
We chatted about everything and nothing, comparing our apartments as we made our way back to our building and up to our floor.
“So, will it be safe to ask you about what happened back there tomorrow?” she asked as she smiled as me while eyeing me warily. I smiled at her warmly.
“Sure, I’ll share it all!” I told her, “I’ll need to get a few things off my chest!” She grinned at me broadly; I could see it was killing her not dragging the gossip out of me there and then! “But right now I need to shower and sleep! I’ll see you at about five-thirty in the foyer?”
She nodded and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. For such a tiny person she sure was strong!
“Goodnight Bella. I’m really so glad you’re here! It’s going to be so much fun and I know we’re going to be the best of friends!”
I returned her hug and smiled.
“Thanks. I’m glad I’m here too!” And I really was, more than I thought I’d be that morning, and certainly more than I thought I’d be after my run-ins with the plastics jackass. But that was for more than one reason, many of which I refused to acknowledge. “Goodnight Alice.”
We said our goodbyes and a few minutes later I was inside my apartment. I dropped my bag and jacket onto my bedroom floor and pulled my curtains closed. I pulled off my clothes and fell onto the bed. I was too tired to even think about finding pyjamas. Going into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and having a wash were just out of the question. I briefly thought about resuming my morning activity but I was just too tired to even try. Along with everything else it could wait until morning. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, anticipating what the next day would bring as I drifted off.
A/N This is actually the part i've been dreading... it's COMMENT TIME!! no not cheeko time I said COMMENT TIME there is a huge difference! ok so tell me what you think if it lived up to the hype.
The song for this chapter is Cold, Hard, Bitch by Jet one of my personal favorite songs I just thought it fit and was like one of those songs you hear at the end of an episode of Grey's Anatomy or something similar lol!
