Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“I don’t know, Agnes. I think she did it on purpose,” I stage-whisper.
I glance at Speedy, and her face is all pinched and angry. She looks like she wants to murder me in my sleep.
Sexy as fuck.
“Never! No one would hurt you on purpose. You’re adorable.” Agnes takes my face in her hands and smushes my cheeks like I’m a little kid.
And I fucking love it. I’m an attention whore. What can I say?
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I give a dramatic sigh. “She must just be a really bad driver. Apparently, she didn’t see me, but it’s not like you could miss me. Right?”
I can feel the rage emanating from Speedy. It’s taking everything in me not to laugh.
“Of course! You’re unmissable, sweetheart. She must be a really bad driver.” Agnes cuts another dirty look to Speedy.
Then, she extracts me from Speedy, and I go willingly.
Agnes is built a lot sturdier than Speedy. I felt bad about putting my weight on Speedy, so I was bearing the brunt of it, even while my foot was in agony, but I don’t feel too bad about leaning on Agnes because I know she can take it.
“Let’s get you in a chair.”
Agnes moves me over to a waiting wheelchair, and I sigh with relief the moment my ass hits the seat.
“Better?” she asks.
“Much.”
“Right, I’ll just page your brother. I’ll be back in a moment. You want me to bring you some cookies?”
“What do we have today?”
“Your favorite. Triple chocolate and salted caramel.”
“Agnes, you are a modern miracle.”
“And you’re a charmer.” She chuckles before heading back to the reception desk.
Speedy is still standing in the same spot as before, looking a lot uncomfortable and a little lost.
I get a pang in my chest. “You okay over there?”
Her eyes turn to me. She still looks like she wants to kill me. “You’re asking if I’m okay?”
“Yes,” I answer carefully.
She stalks over to me, stopping in front of me. “You just made me look like a really bad person in front of that nice lady, so, no, assface, I’m not okay!” she hisses.
“I was just playing. Agnes is cool. She doesn’t think you’re a bad person.”
Her arms fold over her chest, pushing her tits up. I can’t help but look at them. But then I force my eyes back up to her face.
She still doesn’t look happy.
“Come on, Speedy. I was just yanking your chain.”
“It’s fine to yank my chain when it’s just between you and me. I don’t appreciate being made to look bad in front of someone else.”
“Okay, point taken. Won’t happen again. But it was the truth. You did run over me with your car.”
“Not on purpose!” She stamps her foot, little hands clenched in fists at her sides.
“Okay, okay. Simmer down there, tiger. We’re on a kids ward, remember?”
She glances around, taking in her surroundings.
Agnes reappears with a plate piled with cookies and hands them to me.
“Thank you.” I give her my best smile. I pick up a cookie and moan around it.
“Good?” Agnes asks.
“Amazing,” I say.
And she beams.
“You want one?” I offer the plate to Speedy.
She reaches over and takes one. “Thanks.”
I watch as she takes a bite and chews. Then, she moans, her eyes closing.
And my dick starts to get hard, and Agnes is standing right there.
Down, boy.
“Tate said to put you in his office, and he’ll be with you soon.”
“Thanks, Agnes.”
She wheels me toward Tate’s office. Speedy follows, still eating the cookie and still moaning.
It’s like torture.
“This cookie is amazing,” she says to Agnes. “Just so good.”
“Thank you, honey.”
Not that Agnes hasn’t heard the praise before. She’s famous in this hospital for her cookies.
If my brother ever stopped working here, I’d still come just for Agnes’s cookies.
Whenever I need to be away to work on a movie, Agnes always packs me up a box of cookies to take with me.
“Right, I’ll leave you here.” Agnes parks me in Tate’s office. “Got rounds to make. You want me to get you some painkillers before I go?”
“No, I’m good. Thanks, Agnes.”
She closes the door, and then it’s just Speedy and me. Alone. In a doctor’s office.
If I weren’t in so much pain right now, I’d ask her if she wanted to play doctor and nurse.
Speedy sits in a chair, opposite me, and crosses her legs.
She has great legs. Tanned and toned. They’d look fucking amazing, stretched up, with my hands on them while I pumped in and out of her.
I put the plate of cookies on Tate’s desk, and then I stretch my own leg out, trying to move my injured foot.
I hiss at the pain. Fuck, that hurts.
“You should take something for the pain,” Speedy says.
“I did.”
“Alcohol does not constitute as a painkiller.”
“It’s nature’s very own painkiller.”
“Yeah, whiskey brewed in a factory is nature’s way of easing pain.” She rolls her eyes.