CHAPTER FIVE
Paolo
I walked into the hospital director’s office. We played golf together, so I assumed he was just going to talk about getting together for a tee time sometime soon.
That is not what happened.
“Paolo,” he said, coming around his desk to shake my hand. The big smile he gave me didn’t quite reach his eyes, and I couldn’t help but think he was acting strangely. “Have a seat.” He tented his fingers and watched me long enough that I was starting to grow uncomfortable.
I sat down. “What’s this about, Stu?
“Ah, well, it’s, um, kind of uncomfortable for me, to be honest.” He pulled at his collar.
“Oh my God. Am I being sued for malpractice?”
“No. No, nothing like that. It’s… of a personal nature.”
I frowned.
“You have brought so much good press and attention to this hospital. You really have.”
“Thank you.” Damn right I had. Everyone knew I was their media darling.
I’d invented a synthetic ligament that could be used in a variety of orthopedic surgeries.
I’d been a visiting surgeon at several top name hospitals in the nation.
Honestly, I thought I could do no wrong where the hospital was concerned.
“The, um, problem is that you’re seen as a… playboy.”
Not this again. First my dad and now my job? Either I was just having a bad couple of months, or I needed to slow my roll as far as the ladies were concerned. At least publicly.
“Playboy.” So, it seemed like the rumors of discontent I’d heard about hospital administration and my personal life were true.
“Yes.” He seemed to be feeling better now that he’d said it.
“You’re seen in public with a constant stream of different women, many of whom are not exactly considered appropriate by the hospital board.
You rarely show up to events with dates, but if you do they’re not women who reflect well on the hospital. ”
“So, what are you saying? How should I fix this?”
“We’d like you to date well-known women around town.
Society darlings,” he clarified. “We want to see you with women who are intelligent, ambitious, work hard to improve their community, and are interested in chairing foundations or charity events.” He paused, turning a little pink.
“And they should, um, be dressed appropriately.”
I stared at him. “Have you been talking to my dad? Did he call you and put you up to this?”
“What? No.” He gave me a weird look.
“One of my brothers, then?”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “No. It’s just what I said. Hospital administration along with the hospital board would like to see you at least appear to settle down in public. No more models. No more inappropriate heiresses. These should be women who are your equal… or at least in the same ballpark.”
I shook my head. “Fine. I’ll tone it down.”
“We’re not looking for you to tone it down.
We’re looking for you to set a good example for other young, eligible doctors and surgeons.
Right now, you’re setting the wrong kind of example.
We’re looking for better from you. You’re the face of the hospital in public.
You’ve been named head of surgery. We don’t need to see you leaving a charity fundraiser with a scandalously clad woman on each arm. Do you understand?”
“I do.” I could tell I was going to have to suck it up and take this one on the chin. Maybe Dad and the hospital board were right. Maybe it was time to settle down… at least a little bit. I stood. “Will that be all?”
“Yes.” He looked slightly nervous as if I was suddenly going to yell, “I quit!” and run storming from the hospital.
“You can count on me.” I leaned forward and shook his hand again. “I’ll see you around Stu.”
He stood to walk me out of his office. “We need to set up a golf date sometime soon.”
“Agreed.”
I waited for the door to close. Well, hell.
I had a job and professional life filled with stress and used my personal time to blow off steam.
One of my favorite ways to blow off said steam?
Fuck around with beautiful women. But now it looked like it was time for me to grow up in my personal life as well.
At least where people could see me.
***
I leaned against the bar in Cayenne. I really needed to talk to Nico tonight, and I was hoping to catch him. So far, I hadn’t seen him, though.
Nora wasn’t bartending tonight, and I didn’t like the way the other bartenders looked at me like I was a piece of meat and they were tigers. I mean, part of that sounded kind of sexy, but mainly I just thought they were hoping to land a rich guy. Maybe that wasn’t fair, though.
I set my empty glass on the counter, and there was immediately a pretty blonde with a huge smile there to take care of me. I smiled at her as she got me a refill, a little weirded out by the desperation in her eyes. I put a big tip in her jar. It was the least I could do.
I turned back around to find a short, gorgeous woman standing right in front of me.
“Jesus!” I put a hand on my chest and almost dropped my glass of whiskey.
“Hello,” she purred. She had impressive tits.
I could tell they were fake, but they were fucking beautiful.
And very much on display. Her dress hugged her slender waist and then flared out over her large hips and thick ass.
She had a true hourglass figure, and I wouldn’t mind getting lost in that body for a few hours.
“Um, hi.” I still wasn’t over the fact that she’d seemed to appear out of thin air. I frowned. There was something vaguely familiar about her. “Do I know you?”
Instead of answering, she got down on her knees in front of me.
My eyebrows popped up. “Whoa, baby. Don’t you want to go to a room…”
She had my cock out and in her mouth before I could say anything else.
I groaned as she worked me, bobbing up and down determinedly. I put my glass down and put my hands in her hair, beginning to gently work her up and down my length. When I saw she could take it, I got rougher with her. She hummed up and down my cock.
“Fuuuuck,” I swore, throwing my head back and thinking of nothing besides the pleasure she was giving me. I pushed her a little more each thrust, and she took more and more of me. She was gagging on me as I hit the back of her throat, and I shivered at how good it felt.
She started jacking the base of my dick with one of her hands and fondling my balls with her other one. “That’s it baby,” I said, staring down at her, watching her plump lips stretch around my thick cock.
Her eyes, tearing a bit from gagging, were on me, and I grinned at her and winked before I went even harder. She took it with no complaints, and I knew I was going to blow. “I’m going to come baby,” I warned her.
She sucked harder.
I yelled out as I came hard down her throat. She drank and drank, swallowing almost all of it, and I was impressed.
“Wow, baby,” I helped her up off her feet. “I want to return the favor. Do you want to go a room?”
She nodded, but suddenly a guy was pulling her away from me. “Look at this little slut. Sucking him off right in public like that. You belong on stage, baby. Especially with a body like yours. Does that sound good?”
She nodded, waved at me, and then went onstage with the guy.
She was instantly on her knees in front of him and starting the whole process over again.
This guy, though, turned her where the crowd could get a good view of her, then pushed the straps of her dress down and pulled her bare tits out for all to see.
There was a yell of encouragement from a group of men standing in front of the stage.
She gave them a coy smile and then went back to sucking off the guy in front of her.
Almost immediately, he motioned for one of his friends to come up on stage.
The guy got behind her and pulled her ass up, forcing her onto all fours.
He rolled on a condom, flipped her dress up showing off her impressive ass, and then sank into her, making her take all of him.
She cried out, and I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but she stayed where she was. And when the first guy stuffed his dick back in her mouth, she took it, cheeks hollowing out for all to see as she sucked him good. I found myself getting hard again watching it.
“Who’s that?” Nico was suddenly beside me.
“No clue. She sucked me off, and then this guy took her onstage.”
He frowned. “Does she seem comfortable up there?”
“I think so.”
The guy she was sucking off pulled his dick out of her mouth, jacked himself a couple of times, and then came all over her face and tits. The guy behind her kept slamming into her as another guy moved up to get his cock sucked.
“You ready to go to Sugar?” I asked, glad that I was finally going to be able to have this conversation with him.
He ignored me as he watched what was going on onstage. “Just a minute.” He motioned to one of the bouncers who strode over to him immediately.
“What’s up, boss?”
“Substitute Daniela for that woman up there. I don’t recognize her, and I’m not sure she’s enjoying herself.”
“Got it.”
He was off in a second, and within a minute he was walking a sexy blonde onstage while offering the brunette a hand. She took a little bow, got a round of applause, and was exiting the stage as Nico and I took the back entrance to Sugar.
Right before we left, he looked at the bar and motioned to Nora, who apparently had been working earlier. I just hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing her. She quickly washed her hands and walked our way. I tried not to notice her perfect body in the very revealing uniform the bartenders wore.
“How can I help you, Mr. Salazar?”
“Fuck, Nora,” Nico smiled, shaking his head. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Nico? You’ve worked for me for years now.”
She gave a sweet smile. “It doesn’t feel right to call you Nico.”
He sighed. “Okay. Well, whatever you’re comfortable with, I guess. You should be able to come back to Sugar with us. The rest of the bartenders can handle it from here.”
She looked back at the bar doubtfully as people still swarmed around asking for drinks. “I don’t know…”
Nico waved his hand as if it didn’t matter. “Most of those people are probably trying to go over their two-drink minimum. The other girls can handle it now.”
I knew Nora had been promoted to head bartender a while back, and it seemed she took her job seriously.
I could respect that. “So, Nora,” I asked, “are you in college at West Bay University?”
She nodded. “I’m in the last year of my master’s degree in library science.”
Both Nico and I stopped and stared at her. “You’re going to be a… librarian.”
She laughed quietly. “Yes. I hope to get a position at one of the academic libraries on campus. I’d prefer the liberal arts library, but I’d be okay with the law library or medical school as well.”
We stared at her. I didn’t want to offend her, but I couldn’t believe she looked like she did and was also smart enough to be a librarian. Also, whatever library she worked at was going to be overrun with college guys trying to talk to her. I hoped that wouldn’t keep her from getting a position.
“Interesting,” I said.
“Why?” she asked, her eyes twinkling. “You’re incredibly handsome. And you’re a doctor. Why can’t there be good-looking librarians?”
“Baby, I’m not saying there can’t be,” Nico said. “I’m just… shocked. That’s all. You don’t exactly fit the stereotype.”
“I might not look like it, but I’m a huge nerd,” she said with a shoulder shrug. “It’s just who I am.”
The three of us entered Sugar, and she said goodbye to us as she headed over to work at the bar. I watched her thoughtfully as she went back to work. “What’s her background?” I asked Nico. “She seems classy.” And hot as fuck.
“I don’t know, really. Carmen might. Nora kind of keeps to herself. She’s friends with Abbi and the other Cinnamon House girls.” He gestured to the stage where a beautiful girl I assumed was Abbi was twirling around a pole. “I think she’s kind of an introvert.”
“That must be hard being a bartender.”
He shook his head. “Nah. She’s great at it. And when you look like she does? Men are happy to do whatever it takes to get to know her.”
I watched as six or seven men immediately moved to the bar area to sit on stools and talk to Nora. She greeted them all with big smiles and spoke quietly to all of them. Their eyes were glued to her body, face, or both the whole time she was talking to them.
Nico was right. She was a pro. I wondered if she would be a good candidate for what I was thinking of approaching him and Carmen about.
Without knowing her background, though, I couldn’t be sure.
And there was always the chance it could come out that she was a bartender at a strip club.
I winced inwardly. Yeah, probably best not to bring her up if Nico thought my idea was good enough to present to Carmen.
Nico had to stop and talk to a couple of other guys, and I found my mind wandering back to the woman who’d just sucked me off in Cayenne. Why did she seem so familiar?