Moments [Mark Sloan]

Chapter .08

Melody

"Can you answer your phone, Mel?" Mark grumbled in my ear, his arms wrapped around my naked body as we lay in his bed together, arm and arm.

I shook my head as my phone kept on ringing, burying my head into his chest more to muffle out the sound, "I don't wanna. You answer it." I grumbled back. My whole body felt sluggish, my legs, my arms, my eyes, even my head.

The phone stopped ringing and the two of us sighed in relief, but the peace didn't last long before it started ringing off the hook, again.

"Melody, answer the damn phone. I have surgery in two hours."

"Then shouldn't you get up? My phone is doing you a favor." I yawn as I felt the warmth from underneath me leave. The dip in the bed became nonexistent as Mark left me all alone, in his bed.

Oh, god. What am I doing?

Why am I in my bosses bed?

This is the fourth time this week.

I'm going to hell.

Last week was definitely not our last bad idea.

"Meredith is calling you, answer it before Shepherd gets his sixth sense and finds out you're naked in my bed." Mark sighed as I heard the shower turn on.

I groan even louder rolling over and pressing the green button, "What do you want? I want to sleep." I whined into the phone, my eyes still closed.

"Melody, Meredith is going crazy." George voice sounded grainy in my ear as I shot up in the bed, realizing this was in fact, not Meredith, "Derek's mother is coming into town."

"Oh, no. Are you serious?" I huffed, wrapping the sheets around my body, standing up in the process to look for my scrubs. My bare feet touch the fuzzy carpet giving me a warming sensation. Before George could answer, I could hear Izzie in the background, yelling about something.

This can't be good.

I rubbed my eyes, attempting to make out her words but I couldn't, "George?"

"Mel, get here as fast as you can with booze. A lot of it." Then the line went dead. Rude, he didn't even say goodbye. His mother raised him better than that.

I guess I took too long looking for my scrubs because Mark walked out of the bathroom. Steam rolled off of his skin as he fixed his towel as it hung dangerously low on his hips causing my eyes to move to the floor. This is a very dangerous situation that I should not be in right now.

Trying to advert my eyes to protect the dignity I had left in me, I miraculous found my scrubs in the corner of the room, very far from the bed.

How the hell did they get over there?

"Why is Meredith calling at this hour?" Mark voice filled the room as I shuffled over to my scrubs. Picking the navy cloth off the floor, my bra sat underneath my shirt but my panties were no where to be found.

Come on!

"She, uh, it was actually George." I responded lifting up my head, keeping my eyes on the floor and far away from Mark looking for my panties. I don't like the idea going commando and I feel like if I look at him I'll lose all the self control I've been building up in the O.R. this whole week, "Where are my panties?"

"Here." My head shot up to Mark who magically had my lacy pink underwear hanging by his finger. The sight of him in a towel, shirtless, with my underwear in his hand make my cheeks flustered and my...lower regions jump up. The sudden motivation to run out of the room filled my heart.