Chapter Three #2
I crossed my legs and took a deep breath, reminded myself to stay calm.
“He was the victim, and the police just came to talk to him. They are tentatively labelling the death as self-defense, and they are looking for the dead man’s accomplice.
Feel free to check that out with whomever you please.
Yes, he owns a motorcycle, but that’s not a crime as far as I know. ”
“You should not be hanging out with people who get involved in this type of thing.” He glared at me. “Everyone knows motorcycle gangs are drug dealers and criminals.”
I smiled sweetly. “That’s an interesting perspective. Does that include the Blue Knights?”
He frowned. “Who?”
“The Blue Knights. It’s a motorcycle club. They have chapters all over the place including right here in Georgia.”
He shrugged. “Then most likely, yes.”
“Huh. For your information, the members of the Blue Knights are all law enforcement officers, so there goes your theory. And just FYI, what I do on my time off is none of your business. You want to bring it up at my next performance evaluation? Be my guest. Right now, I have better things to do than sit here and let you waste my time.” With that, I picked up my things and walked out, closing the door quietly behind me.
Well, that felt good, even if I’d just flushed my career in healthcare down the drain.
I was not in the mood to placate Dr. Murphy’s ego.
Maybe he’d have me fired and I could stop worrying about whether or not I could afford to quit yet.
I could always go back to teaching, although there didn’t seem to be much call for that with all the budget cuts these days.
My dream was to open my own flower shop.
I’d taken the floral design courses at the community college, and one on running your own business.
I’d planned on waiting until the fall so I could take advantage of the Christmas season when I opened.
The winter might be a little slow after that, but I figured I’d be able to jump right into Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and the summer wedding season.
I’d been saving for a couple of years now, so I had a bit of a financial cushion.
I just might have to speed up my timeline.
* * *
Thor
This lying still in bed doing nothing was driving me crazy. And I’d only been here for a few hours. If some fucking guy with glasses and a white jacket thought I’d stay put, he was the one with a problem. They’d stitched me up and given me enough blood to replace what I’d lost. I was good to go.
Janet had gone to get me some toothpaste, warning me in that bossy voice she liked to think worked that I’d better behave myself until she got back.
She’d left Joker to ride herd on me. He’d gotten a call from his new arm candy, though, and left after I assured him I could survive without him watching over me.
There were a couple of prospects guarding the door in case I decided to make a break for it.
Yeah, Ace said they were there to protect me, but I’d bet my last helmet that Janet had warned them to make sure I stayed in bed.
Now I was stuck here with nothing to do except flip channels on a television practically mounted on the fucking ceiling.
Likely put there by some chickenshit pencil pusher who’d ordered it put up there to make sure the patient had to lie down to watch the damn thing.
Not like there was anything worth watching.
Not a single sports channel. Not even movies.
Just news, kiddie shows, and a bunch of dumb-assed soap operas.
If I had to stay here very long, I might limber up my throwing arm and see if I could knock the fucking thing off the wall.
Sex. There was another thing the dumbass doctor had weighed in on. He forbade me from having sex for at least two weeks. Forbid. The asshole seriously said forbid.
And that line of thought got me to imagining Janet in a nurse’s outfit.
Not those scrubby things the nurses around here wore.
A skintight white outfit like you saw on Halloween.
Low cut in the front, so her breasts threatened to pop out any moment, and a skirt that just barely covered her nicely curved ass.
My cock stirred to life just as the object of my wicked fantasy walked back into the room and set a package from the pharmacy down on the bedside table. “You’re supposed to be behaving.” She eyed the sheet, tented suggestively at my groin.
“I am behaving.” I grinned like a wolf about to devour its prey. “I’m still in bed, aren’t I?”
She gave me a stern look. “You’re supposed to be resting.” She gestured at the growing tent. “That doesn’t look like you’re resting.”
I shrugged. “Can’t help it. I was just imagining you in one of those little nurse’s uniforms. Like the sexy ones in that store full of grown-up toys.”
A faint smile tugged the corner of her mouth, and I knew she was having a hard time pretending to be mad. “You need to stop that. Try thinking about something boring.”
I sighed theatrically. “Not working. I can’t get the image of Nurse Janet out of my head. Maybe if you did something about my condition, I’d be able to sleep.”
“Your condition?”
“Yeah.” I reached down and gave my cock a nice long stroke from base to tip. Even with the sheet blocking the view, the effect was obvious.
She raised her brows. “That’s not a condition. That’s a hard-on.”
“I knew you’d be able to figure it out. Now if you just had some way to fix it.”
She snorted. “It’s not broken, so it doesn’t need fixing.”
“You sure? Maybe if you took a look…” I started to push the sheet out of the way.
“Stop that!” She squealed and turned to look at the open doorway. “What if someone walked in?”
“Not really my thing, but I suppose if she was cute and you really wanted to, we could have a threeway.”
The outraged look on her face was adorable. “I do not do threeways!”
“Good to know. You want me all to yourself, huh?” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.
“I want you to stop that before someone comes in. What if Dr. Murphy comes by to check on you?”
“He’s not my type, but if you’re really worried about having an audience, shut the door.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t lock.”
“No problem.” I raised my voice. “Mickey!” He was one of the newer prospects, and he always jumped at the chance to prove himself capable.
Mickey stuck his head in the door. “Everything okay?”
“Sure. Janet and I just need a bit of privacy. You’re going to close the door, and I want you to make sure nobody gets in until we open it again. Got it?”
“No one?” He hesitated. “Like not even the doctor guy? Or Ace?”
“Definitely not the doctor guy, but if it’s Ace just knock, okay?
” I would never ask him to do anything that might endanger his position with the club.
Denying the president entrance would definitely fall under that definition.
Ace wasn’t dumb, though. If he had to knock, he’d have a good idea why. He’d understand.
“Got it.” Mickey was smart enough to avoid looking at Janet as he withdrew, shutting the door behind him.
“Now.” I kicked the sheet off, wincing when the sudden movement sent a dart of pain lancing through the knife wound. “Let’s get down to business.”