Nurse Beth is determined not to let her worries ruin every relationship she has. When she meets the new surgeon, Mr Edwards, she finally relaxes enough to enjoy a night of passion at his secluded beach hut. She knows it's a one-off. But has she misjudged him - and herself?
I threw myself into my job for the rest of the day, and started to relax. I was barely thinking at all when I was walking down a quiet corridor to fetch some more dressings, and I heard steps and voices approaching from round a corridor. I recognised Mr Edwards straight away, and the high giggles of Amber and a few other staff members. God knows why, but I all could think of doing was to launch myself through an unmarked utility doorway. Well no: I wasn't thinking at all. I just acted, and found myself in a darkened store room with discarded instruments and dusty boxes.
My heart was pounding, mostly from the silly nature of the situation. What was I doing! I had no reason to leap out of sight. I should have played it cool and kept on walking. Idiot.
I waited, listening hard, until they had gone past the door. I waited a little longer, hovering in the gloom, to be sure that the coast was clear. I really didn't know how I was going to explain what I was doing, lurking in a disused cupboard.
As my hand closed over the doorknob, there was a click behind me and I nearly leapt out of my skin. The light bulb burst into life above me, and I whirled around to see Mr Edwards standing in a doorway that was hidden behind a filing cabinet. He was grinning. "Beth Ennis."
"Ahh, hello Mr Edwards." My natural politeness kicked in. "How are you settling in? Finding your way around all right?"
"Everyone is very kind. Though I am sure it'll be a few months before I stop getting lost..."
I was sure he was laughing at me. "Are you lost right now?" I asked. "This is... just a... storeroom."
"What's it used for?"
He looked at me and I felt myself flush. He knew I had no reason to be in there. And what was his reason? I found it hard to believe he was actually lost.
Then he looked down at me, my whole body, from my face to my feet and back up again. I folded my arms tightly and frowned, and decided to do the same to him. I stared pointedly at his groin, and then back at his face.
He was still laughing, and he walked towards me. The way he moved, all swaying hips and rolling gait, made me melt. Damn you, senseless lust! I was not going to fall for this man's shallow charm.
"Let's meet for a drink," he said.
"Okay," I squeaked. What the ...? Shallow charm? Oh well. If he was paying.
"When are you free?"
"Tonight, after seven." Too keen?
"Ahh." His face fell. "I'm at a meeting."
"No, away until Monday."
"Got an appointment."
Right. I see. Whatever. Ask her out to make her feel better but then subtly and carefully "not be able to make it." I shrugged and smiled tightly at him. "Well, another time then." Before he could say anything else, I wrenched the door open and went off down the corridor as fast as I could walk without it looking like I was escaping from him.
I had no interest in standing there and listening to all the reasons why he would go on a date "but..." I stamped on my crush and mangled it and pushed it out of my mind.
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Published October 22, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.