Page 54 of Her Wicked Plan

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter under my breath before I type again.

Fuck, Myles. No. That’s not what happened. I didn’t kiss Scarlet.

Okay, if you didn’t kiss the hot nurse, then who did you kiss?

Dammit. I can’t even type her name out. I opted to type my patient but only got to the “my” and then stopped. Luckily, I don’t have to type anything because Myles's name lights the screen as he calls.

“Hi.” Was the only word that floated past my lips.

“You didn’t.” He figured it out without me having to admit it out loud. Good.

“I did.” Regret floods my system, and my face scrunches up.

“Let me get this straight.” He begins, a door slamming shut behind him, letting me know he is in the privacy of his own office. “You were too nervous to make a move on the hot nurse, so instead, you made a move on your hot patient?”

Sitting on the bed, my body falls back against the mattress. “I didn’t mean to make a move on her.” I groan. “Veronica said these things, and I snapped. It’s like I couldn’t control what was happening inside me, and all the control I thought I had in my body just... exploded.”

“She says all this stuff, which I would like to know what she said, by the way. Then you kissed her?” He works it out in his head. “You made the first move.”

“Fuck!” I curse and scrub my hand over my face. “This isn’t good, Myles...”

“Woah, woah, woah.” He stops me from continuing. “Who said it wasn’t good?”

“Me!” I snap a bit too loudly. Lowering my voice just above a whisper, I tell him, “She’s my patient. It is wrong on so many levels.”

“But was it good?”

“Come on, man. I called because I am freaking out about kissing her, and you’re sitting here asking me how it was?” I knew this was how the conversation was going to go. Myles only sees her as a girl and not as a patient. Maybe calling him wasn’t the best idea, but who would I have talked to?

“Right, right,” he pretends to agree. “Leo, how dare you kiss her! What the hell were you thinking?” A beat of silence. “Is that better?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now that I got that out of the way… tell me how it was.”

“If I tell you, will you go back to yelling at me for doing something wrong?”

“Maybe.” I can hear the tap of his pen against his desk as he waits for me to respond.

“It was... fuck... it was amazing.” My mind wanders back to how it felt to have her lips on mine. How much softer her mouth was than I had imagined, and how she reacted to my hand between her thighs. The sounds that came from Veronica’s mouth made me grow harder in my slacks in the office and now as I lie in bed.

“Damn.” Myles pauses for a second before saying, “Look, I get why you are freaking out. If someone were to find out, all hell would break loose.”

“Exactly. I’ll lose my job and have my license to work in this field taken from me. I wouldn’t be able to help those in need anymore.” The thought alone sends another wave of panic to flow through my chest. Helping people is what I was meant to do. If I don’t have that, then who am I? “She said she wouldn’t say anything to anyone.”

“Do you believe her?”

Do I?

There are many reasons for me not to trust that she will keep this a secret. For one, her track record with doctors. She has had them tossed out like yesterday’s trash as if she were trying to make a point, and Veronica could easily tell Dr. Bennett about what happened in my office.

She could spin the whole thing and tell him I came on to her. Unprovoked. Would he believe her or me? I’d like to believe I have gained his trust while working here, but you never know with these types of situations.

My future is riding on whether she will keep her mouth shut.

Even with these reasons, I feel she won’t tell.

“I do.” I finally answer. “There was something about how she said she would keep it a secret that felt honest.”