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I’m glad you’re here.
Be safe, and I’ll be out here watching.
You’re not alone.
I brushed past, my hand trailing over his, needing that little bit of contact to settle my nerves. It was odd having to consider others’ safety, but as strange as it was, I didn’t hate it. In fact, it was nice to have someone supporting me. For the first time, I didn’t feel so alone. I’d never realized how lonely these jobs were until now. I’d been moving from a state of aloneness at the mansion to one on jobs. The scenery changed, but that was it.
Before this mission, I thought my life was close to perfect. A house full of sisters, a job I enjoyed, and time to putter around my chemistry set while watchingPhoenix Hospital. It had been my constant in the past twenty years, and I’d never thought to question it. When Harlow and Ivory had left, I’d thought they were nuts. But now, I could understand the appeal.
Walking over to my patient, I kept my eyes off his face to prevent my hatred for him bubbling to the surface. I had to be here for a few days before I could kill him, so I had to pretend to care about his well-being in the meantime. For now, he was my patient, and I’d only focus on his chart and chest unless otherwise necessary.
I reviewed the notes from the daytime nurse, spotting an error in her calculations. The urge to correct burned in me, but I decided to leave it, knowing it would help me in the long run if she made mistakes.
Going through the motions, I studied his vitals and recorded them. I administered his medications and inspected the machines, ensuring they were functioning properly. Once that was finished, I scanned the documents into the computer and uploaded them where the doctor could view them. The whole process took about thirty minutes.
Now it was time to test the app and the security response time. Sitting down, I pulled a book out of my bag and sat back with it like I was reading before I hit the app on my phone that scrambled the cameras. It would give me a few minutes loop to see how closely they monitored this room. I watched my phone as the timer counted down, waiting for anything to happen. After five minutes, I sighed in relief when no one burst through the doors.
I did the same routine throughout the night, placing myself in different positions around the room. At no point did anyone appear to know what was occurring, giving me confidence the app worked without anyone the wiser.
Around midnight, the door Rebecca had taken me through opened as a woman wrapped in a silk robe with fur around the hem and sleeves glided into the room. She wore heels and pearls, her hair coiffed to perfection, and even from here, I could smell her floral perfume. She paused when she noticed me, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of me.
I didn’t know if she saw me as a threat or just that she didn’t recognize me, but her stare unnerved me as she swept it over my frame.
“Who are you?” she asked, the martini glass in her hand swishing. She was the epitome of a bored fifties housewife.
“I’m Molly. I’m filling in for Rebecca while she’s on vacation.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded like she’d known this but wanted to test me. Her gaze left me, swiveling to who I assumed was her husband since she hadn’t introduced herself. But I’d seen her face in photos, and there was no mistaking she was Bethany Mathis, or Bethany Duke as she was called here.
“How is he?” she asked, flicking her eyes to me briefly.
“No changes. I uploaded everything ten minutes ago.” She nodded, again like she already knew but wanted to hear me say it.
“You can go on a break. I’ll watch him,” she murmured, setting her martini down as she sat on the edge of his bed. I froze, not having expected this. “Go,” she said, her voice harder when I hadn’t moved.
Placing my stethoscope over the chair, I made a rash decision to leave it so we could record what occurred while I was gone. Maybe she would give away some information. If anything, I’d at least have a better idea of her routine to use later.
Slipping out the side door, I peeked out the side to see if Rueben was still there. His eyes lifted when he spotted me, and I mouthed “break” to him. Nodding, he raised a mouthpiece and mumbled something in it before turning to me and motioning for me to follow. He took us down a few hallways before he opened a door and directed me in before closing it and locking it behind him.
His hands cupped my cheeks, his eyes searching mine. I let him, somehow knowing he needed to after hours apart.
“I’m okay, Ruebear.” I patted his hands, his chest releasing a big breath at my words. He nodded, bending down to lift me. My arms wrapped around his neck as my legs circled his waist. “Hi.” I giggled, loving how he always wanted me near.
“Better,” he whispered, giving me a rare smile that lifted his beard. My hands combed through his hair, soothing some of his anxiety. Rueben’s eyes closed at my touch, his shoulders dropping. Suddenly, his pouty lips crashed to mine, their softness shocking as he demanded entrance. My back pressed against the door as I clung to him, his body melding with mine.
I lost track of time as we stood there kissing, exchanging breaths as we twirled our tongues, communicating with one another in a new way. My body rubbed up against Rueben, wanting more from him. His thick hands squeezed my butt, moving me occasionally against him. It was a slow torture. One I knew we didn’t have the time for, but I couldn’t bring myself to rush him. Everything with him felt like a slow dance, each step placed with perfect precision. I didn’t want to step out of line or cause him to stumble, so I’d keep the pace and follow his lead.
When Rueben pulled away, I whimpered, not ready to lose the feel of his lips against mine. He smirked, the look so foreign on his face I almost didn’t believe it.
“Later,” he whispered, placing one more brief kiss before setting me down.
He put me behind him before he opened the door, peeking his head out. Finding it clear, he opened the door wider and motioned for me to follow. I showed him the back way, waving bye as I returned to the room. I took a quick second to check my disguise in the mirror, smoothing down a few hairs that had come loose. Adjusting my glasses, I took a deep breath as I entered the room, praying I didn’t look like I’d been thoroughly kissed for the last half hour.
Halting, I frowned as I scanned the room and found it empty; no phantom wife in sight. Curiosity bubbled up, and I suddenly couldn’t wait to watch the footage and discover what Mrs. Duke did.
Now, I just had to survive the rest of my shift without wanting to touch myself. It definitely would make the ride home more interesting.
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