The Resort

TEMPTATION

"SHIT", Miranda said limping into the kitchen going to the counter to grab a towel. Then she wrapped it around her foot loosely because she could feel pieces of glass stuck in her skin.

"Mark... aren't you and Jackson plastic surgeons? So shouldn't y'all be the one fixing her foot?", Natalie said with an attitude.

"Yeah.....but-", Mark started to say.

"We all know how to suture", Callie said interrupting.

"Ooh", she said taking a sip of wine and Callie rolled her eyes.

"So anyways next card", Callie said.

Miranda was bending over trying to pick the glass out with her hand holding her foot in the towel when Ben walked in with his bag. "Now I know you know better Miranda ...is it?", he said mocking her. "I think you should let someone else do that for you", Ben said behind her and she dropped her foot down hard making the glass go in deeper and she grabbed onto the counter almost falling and Ben dropped his bag reaching his arms out underneath her arms catching her. "I'm starting to think I make you nervous", he said against her ear smiling.

It took everything in him not to wrap his arms fully around her front side. He wanted to so bad especially since she said what can make her cum if done right.

Meanwhile Miranda was thinking the same thing wanting him to grab her breast and even though he was behind her she could smell his cologne and it was now embedded in her memory, but Miranda moved away before she sunk into his arms and held onto the counter with one hand and pushed her hair out of her face with her other hand. "I'm...I'm not nervous... it's just you make me-."

"Nervous.....right", Ben said smiling while picking up his bag and placing it on the counter.

"I don't need your tools I am perfectly capable of fixing myself."

"Oh really, with what suture kit?", Ben said folding his arms admiring her stubbornness.

Miranda blew out her breath, "Fine, but don't think I'm the type of wwoommannn-", Miranda said as Ben picked her up and placed her on the counter to get a better view of her foot. She grabbed his biceps as he picked her up and slightly dug her nails into them making Ben groan.

"Now what were you saying woman?"

Miranda froze still looking at his chest through his nicely fitted shirt. She let go of his arms, "Umm .... nothing", Miranda said getting distracted at him lifting up her leg to see the bottom of her foot.

"So how about we continue the game in here by ourselves", Ben said.

"Umm okay I guess, but we don't have the cards in here", Miranda said nervously.

"We can just make up our own questions", Ben said as he placed his hand on her calf lifting her leg up higher and Miranda held her breath. "We're going to need a shot for this."

"Not while you're doing that to my foot, it's bad enough you've been drinking already."

Ben smiled, "No I meant for you, looks like I don't have any lidocaine and you're going to need to take a few shots because it's a lot of glass in your foot."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Some doctor I see."

"You know Miranda, you being feisty don't scare me", he said putting on gloves and grabbing the tweezers.

"Who said I was trying to scare you?"

"Your attitude, but I have a feeling that's just you and if so I think it's sexy."

"What's sexy?", Jackson said walking in.

"Jackson why are you in here?", Miranda said trying to ignore what Ben just said.