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The meeting with the Doctor the next day went
quickly. We discussed what Leo likes, dislikes,
sensory issues, and ways to make him feel more
comfortable here at Nemours.
The little surprise I didn't expect was him telling
me that I had an assistant for the next two weeks;
one I will be spending all my time with.
When the door opened, I expected a young student,
a shy girl, or someone other than Lisa. She smiled
when she closed the door behind her, a melting
smile that made me look straight ahead and blush.
Not only did she trip me yesterday, but she also
offered to buy me a coffee and walked me to my
hotel that's nearby.
Considering it's a five-minute walk, I think the woman asked me every question possible about myself. When I tried to find out something about this mysterious pretty-handsome woman, she shrugged it off and started asking me about Leo.
As soon as I get into the hotel room, I down a glass
water and splash my face. The heat here is
sweltering, I can't even walk to the shop without
needing another shower.
"We should go out for a drink tonight after work,
it's the weekend after all." Rosé yawns, stretching over the bed, a battery-powered fan on her face. "Plus, Leo is here in two days and I know you're going to be a zombie until we get back to New Zealand.''
She's not wrong. It could be good to explore this
place while we can. As soon as Leo arrives, my head
will be buried in books, reports, meetings, and
plans.
"Fine," I say, flopping down next to her. "We start
in half an hour." I slap her bare leg and pull her up
with me.
We don't have our own office, each journey to work
requires us to hulk around piles of thick folders, a
briefcase on wheels that flips over every two
fucking seconds, and usually makes me lose my
shit before we even get down the street.
Doctor Shique, the prick, has taken over the car we
hired, so walking to work has been horrific.
As soon as I walk in, I know it'll be a long day. I
have meeting after meeting, phone call after phone
call, and annoyingly, Lisa has sat across from me
in silence, frowning at her phone, leaving the room
every hour then apologising when she returns, I
hold my tongue on asking her what exactly she is
assisting me with.
"That's us done." Rosé opens the meeting room
door, poking her head in. "We can get dressed in
the bathroom." She notices Lisa slouching back on her seat, crossing her arms. "Oh, Lisa, you should join us. There are a few of us going to the club
across from our hotel. Coming?'
I'm a little pissed at her for helping me with
nothing today, and I plan on speaking to her about
it, but drunken Irene is a dangerously flirty Irene,
and I know she will beeline for her the second the
alcohol warms her cheeks.
"Yeah, why not," she says, shrugging. I try to hold
back a smirk as her eyes land on mine. I roll my
shoulders, clearing my throat, slamming my folder
shut, and leaving them in the room so I can get
ready.
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The club is relatively large, busy, loud, and
colourful. The strobes lights dance above our
heads, lasers pinging around the room while the DJ
plays upbeat house music.
This place is more like a raving concert than a night
club, everyone seems to be jumping around,
cheering the DJ, glow sticks in the air, repetitive
chanting.
There's a couple very openly getting frisky in the
corner, and I'm sure he's fingering her while she
tugs at his junk.
"Stop staring," Lisa whispers in my ear, her hands
running down my arms from behind and pushing
me forward through the sea of people.
Rosé takes the lead, aiming for the table next
to the large speakers that we reserved for six people.
Rosé and I had opted to wear dresses, heels
that will no doubt snap my ankles. Pinning my hair
up, I let curls fall down the sides of my face.
Lisa is dressed in tight jeans and a top that
cuddles every single fucking muscle, ones I can't
keep my eyes off when she isn't looking.
One of the girls that joined us is the admin of the
ward Leo will be on, young, beautiful, an hourglass
figure I would die for. She returns with a tray full of
shots, a bottle of vodka, and two jugs of fruit
mixers.
Three hours later, and I feel more comfortable with
our company.
Rosé has taken a liking to Lisa's friend, Jisoo,
the other assistant, and I can see her flirting, the
more she drinks, the more handsy she gets.
Jees
"I'm sorry about today," Lisa says, leaning into me
so I can hear her over the thundering bass. "My
parents are in town and staying at my place so they
wouldn't leave me alone all day." Her warm breath
tickles my neck and her hand rests on the small of
my back, rubbing her thumb along the material of
my dress, making me bite down on my bottom lip.
The five shots and countless vodkas are starting to
make me relax into her, my cheeks heating. "I'll
make it up to you," she continues.
God, her tone seems a bit teasing, almost flirtatious.
Or, is it the alcohol?
"You better," I slur, smiling up at her."Because if not, I'll find someone else." I poke at her chest and she snatches my wrist, her minty breath dangerously close to the corner of my lips.
"Is that right?" she asks, making my heart skip at her
closeness. "Doctor Jennie. don't underestimate
me. I'll be the best assistant you've ever had.''
It isn't the alcohol; this woman is flirting.''So far, I'm
not impressed," I smile, raising a brow as I move
back a little.
Her fingers tighten around my wrist and she pulls
me closer to her, using her free hand to push the
loose curls behind my ear. She rests her arm across
the back of my chair, her fingertips running along
my exposed shoulder blade, making me shiver
under her touch. "I'll impress you, don't worry.
This is so unprofessional.
''Prove it.''
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Also, there are loads of sexual scenes, and Lisa G!p, etc, If you aren't for that then this may not be the book for you.
