The table went quiet. Cole, Vince, and Jeremy stared at him with bewildered looks.
“Forget it,” he told them with a self-deprecating chuckle.
Jeremy’s mouth was the first to fall open. “Ahh, I don’t understand what the problem is here. Hot chick just wants sex. What’s your issue? You feeling degraded?”
Josh glared at his brother. “Shut the fuck up. Her and I? Well, we both know the same people, and she came up with this deal about sex and secrets. She’s so insanely sexy, but I know she’s trouble with a huge neon T blazing. I don’t know the rules for this kind of game—” Suddenly, Josh realized how much he’d said and shut up real quick.
Cole was the first to speak. “There are rules?”
Josh nodded. “There’s one. It’s a secret. That’s the fucking rule.”
Cole blew out a breath, reaching up to scratch his head. “She’s hot, you say?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“She worth the trouble?” Vince queried with a raised brow.
Josh paused, and then shrugged. “I have no idea.”
The room fell silent before Jeremy asked, “Can you do that? You’re not real good at just walking away. Look at Melissa. Five months later-”
Josh glared at his brother. “Sure. If she can do it, so can I. After all, she doesn’t want feelings. She just wants sex.”
And that, Josh thought, is what I’ll give her.
Chapter Seven
DD: So, how does this work?
It was Monday, and Shelly was standing in line at the hospital cafeteria. She’d been staring at her phone for the last twenty minutes, trying to understand exactly what he meant.
As she stared at the contact name she’d filed him under—DD, aka Delicious Daniels—she smiled and thought about just how delicious he’d been in that parking lot. Oh yeah. Those hands, so big and talented, and that mouth, so sinful. The man is positively scrumptious.
How does what work? Shelly thought as she swiped her employee badge. I’d been pretty clear, hadn’t I? Sex. No strings. Secret. What more needed to be said?
“Dr. Monroe?”
Like a guilty schoolgirl getting caught passing notes in class, Shelly shoved her phone in her pocket and turned to see Dr. McKinney behind her.
Great, just what I needed.
“Sir,” she acknowledged, tipping her head slightly.
“How’s your day going so far?”
Shelly shuffled along the line, picking up a bottle of water and an apple. Moving down further, she looked at her boss. “Busy. People always need to breathe.”
He smiled at her lame joke before continuing on. “That would be true, Shelly.” He paused, and then asked quietly, “Hey, listen, are you ever going to say yes to an invitation from me? Or is this a hopeless case?”
Shelly glanced around them as discreetly as she could, hoping no one had heard. Then, she turned back to him and smiled.
Really, what harm could there be in going for a drink with the man? She thought as he returned her smile. Maybe he really is fun and interesting outside of work.
She was about to answer when she felt her pocket vibrate. Plus, she had Josh as an outlet for those other things. So, yes, maybe now was the time to take Roger up on his invite, considering she didn’t need him to flip her switch. It was already being flipped—in a big way.
“How about tonight?” Shelly asked, turning to see Roger’s mouth fall open a little.
“Really?”
Shelly smiled. “Sure. I usually go to Lena’s fiancé’s for dinner on Mondays.”
“Oh, yes, Exquisite.”
Nodding, Shelly picked up a pre-wrapped chicken salad sandwich. “Yeah, that’s the one. Would you like to come with me?” She watched as the usually calm and professional McKinney stumbled around a little.
He then nodded with a slight flush. “Yes, I’d love to.”
Shelly grinned and winked at him. “Great. So, we can go from here tonight if you like. Say seven? I’ll come to your office.”
“Okay then. Yes, that sounds wonderful.”
Turning, she waved at him as she made her way out of the cafeteria. “See you then.”
“See you,” he replied, waving back, although Shelly hadn’t caught that because she was too busy digging in her pocket for her phone.
DD: So? How does it work? Do I just tell you I’m hard, and you come running?
Sucking in a deep breath, Shelly moved to the side of the busy hospital corridor and quickly typed.
I assume you mean our deal?
Shelly hit send and started back down the hall. Not two seconds later, it buzzed, and she glanced down.
DD: Of course, Shelly. Why else would I contact you?
Well, that kind of stung, Shelly thought with a wince, but he was right. That was the deal in place. Stopping in front of the elevator bank, Shelly leaned in and pushed the up button. Taking a step back, she typed.
It can work 1 of 2 ways. You can either text me or call to request the time. If I’m available, I’ll tell you.
After she hit send and the doors pinged open, Shelly got inside, standing at the back. Geez, this all seems so impersonal, business-like almost. Why not just ask for a fee, Monroe? She thought, mentally kicking herself. Why on earth did I decide to do this?
DD: Okay. I’m hard, horny, and want YOUR lips around my cock at 2 p.m. Can you make that happen?
That is why she did this.
Shelly felt her thighs clench, and her stomach flip upside down. The damn man was nowhere in sight, and she was already getting twitchy. Shelly glanced at her watch. It was just going on 1:30 p.m., and she knew she had her schedule blocked until 3 p.m.
Hmm, all the possibilities, but if she was going to be the one down on her knees doing all of the hard work, he should have to make an effort, too. Smiling, Shelly squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache that had started to throb, and typed.
If you can work out where my office is by 2 p.m., I’ll make that happen.
Then, she hit send.
The elevator came to a stop at her floor, and she got out, walking down toward her office. She was almost there when she heard her name being called. Turning, she saw Lena coming down the hall, dressed in the usual scrubs and a lab coat.
“Hey there. I’m glad I caught you. Are you coming tonight?”
Pushing aside her little phone-tag game, Shelly tried to focus. “Ah, yes, actually. I hope you don’t mind me bringing someone.”
Lena smiled immediately. “No, not at all. Who are you bringing?”
Shelly knew this was not going to go over well. “Roger McKinney,” she mumbled quickly. It was almost—almost—comical the way Lena’s mouth fell open.
“Please tell me you’re joking?”
Shelly shrugged and shook her head. “Nope. I’m not.”
Lena raised a hand to rub her forehead. “Why would you want to date McKinney?”
Shelly laughed and moved past Lena, making her way to her office. Lena pivoted on her heel and jogged to catch up.
“I’m serious, Shelly. The guy is a hard ass who is balding.” She paused, and then accused triumphantly, “You told me you didn’t want to date a balding man!”
Shelly looked at her friend and shook her head slowly. “I told you I didn’t want to go on a blind date with a balding man. I know McKinney.” Shelly paused and sighed. “Plus the man’s been asking me out for three weeks. It was the easiest thing to do. And who knows—maybe he’s fun outside of work?”
Lena stood at the doorway of Shelly’s office and asked, “Have you lost your mind? Mason and I said go and get a guy to bang, not date, least of all McKinney!” Pretending to shudder, Lena asked, “Are you going to sleep with him?”
Shelly sat down in her chair and removed her phone, looking at it and then placing it down on the desk.
Still nothing, huh? Maybe he’d changed his mind when he realized she wouldn’t be the only one making an effort.
“No. I’m bringing him to dinner just to get him off my back…and also just to see if there’s even a remote possibility he’s relationship material.”
Lena threw her hands up in the air. “You’ve gone mad,” she rolled her eyes and shook her head. “No sex is making you mad.”
“Who said I’m not having sex?”
Lena froze, and then took a step forward, placing her palms on the back of the empty chair facing her.
“You had sex? With who?”
Shelly arched a brow and crossed one leg over the other. “Who I have sex with is not yours or Mason’s concern, and no, I haven’t had sex, but I had a really good orgasm.”
Lena stood back up, placing her hands on her hips. “By yourself doesn’t count.”
Licking her lips slowly, Shelly grinned. “It wasn’t by myself. Now, go! Leave! I need to finish up, so I can go to dinner with you and McKinney.”
Shelly stood and walked around the desk just as the phone vibrated on top of the stack of folders. Both women turned to stare at it, but luckily, Shelly had turned the screen notifications off, so the screen was blank.
“Was that him?” Lena asked in a whisper.
Shelly finally reached her friend and started to push her out the door.
“Was that who?” Shelly asked, trying to deflect.
Lena dug her stubborn heels in. “Mr. Orgasm?”
Shelly burst out laughing and shook her head. “I have no idea.”
Geez, when did I become such a liar? When I started this ludicrous deal with Josh. That was when.
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