Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, LOTS OF WORDS, Medical Lingo, MILD NSFW, Dream Sequence/flashback
Words: 7.1k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II:Italictext is a dream recollection.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Medical Lingo, Slow Burn,
Words:5.7k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II: Italic text is a memory.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Medical Lingo, Slow Burn,
Words:5.7k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II: Italic text is a memory.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
“Snap out of it already,” Willashouted bringing you out of your turbulent thoughts.
“I’m fine.”
It was not entirely a lie, just partially.
“Whatever. You’re still mad and worrying about what happened at the hospital. It happened. Nothing you can do about it now. Plus, it’s not like Evans handed you termination or dismissal papers. He just yelled a little.”
A little? You tried to not roll your eyes at her understatement.
“You’ve heard him chew out other residents before and for far less. What, you thought you were different?”
The reason why you felt this way was because you had thought you were different. Now knowing what you knew, part of you had unconsciously thought you would get away with disobeying him and confronting him. Part of you had expected him to allow you to do what you wanted because that professional line had been crossed—because you now knew he was attracted to you and wanted you.
It was now you just checked yourself and it was a harsh reality.
If he had been any other attending who had told you to work with another resident, you didn’t know if you would have had the courage to blatantly tell him you declined and went ahead and did your own thing. You knew that you probably wouldn’t have had any other choice than to do what was requested of you. The attending was in charge after all.
“Fuck!”
You mentally cursed yourself while you finished applying your lip liner. While part of you knew you were in the right, the other knew you were wrong.
“You’re not an attending yet, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself.
“It’s fine. If he were going to retaliate, he would have already done it and you would have been told by—,” Willa drifted off.
“I won’t know until I go back to work.”
You and Willa exchanged knowing looks.
“You’re fucked.”
“I’m fucked.”
You both said it in unison. You knew the minute you walked into the hospital for your next shift you’d be called into the Chief of Residents’ office and questioned about it if Evans wanted to be stern about it. From the look in his eyes when he spoke to you, you could tell he was annoyed and disappointed in you. Sighing, you dropped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling and wallowed. You knew the right thing—the professional thing to do would be to apologize but right now, professionalism would not prevail over stubbornness.
Willa dropped onto the bed beside you and slapped your exposed thigh. “Are you going to let one mishap keep you in tonight on one of your rare off nights and mornings?”
You made no moves to move.
“When was the last time you had not only a night off but the next morning and afternoon?”
This was the first time in several months. You’d made it a point to take as few as possible days off. While others worked with their next day off in mind, you worked with the next amazing surgery in mind and the best way you thought to do that was to work around the attendings, show them your dedication and killer brain and make them notice you, make them respect you. It had worked up to now. However, tonight you felt your mental health needed a night of debauchery.
Bolting upright, you felt fresh determination. “Fuck no I’m not letting this one mishap ruin my night off!”
Willa cheered beside you and bounced making the bed jerk. “That’s what I wanna hear. Now let’s get your ass dressed in something besides scrubs, something that shows a lot more skin and is easier to hike up for some fun!”
You snorted and shook your head. Willa and Sachi made it a point to let you know that if the need was there for them to relieve some pent-up stress their chosen way to do that was one night with a stranger. They said they had done some wild things with just one night allowed and had never had any regrets. No matter how much they raved about the experience of one night stands you never partook. It wasn’t that the idea wasn’t tempting, or you’d never encountered a man who was delicious enough to back it up on in the bathroom of an upscale club it was simply because you didn’t have the confidence.
Because of years and years of a sheltered life and being a very late bloomer, you doubted you had the sex appeal let alone the Mata Hara attitude to successfully pull it off. You were just that awkward. That was why you were in utter shock when Dr. Mooreoon offered her husband’s cock to you, no string attached with the possibility of more—her words.
You were beautiful, duh. You had no doubts about your beauty or attractiveness. How he’d peeped it when the only things you’d ever worn around him were scrubs, long sleeve shirts or sweaters, sneakers, and a high bun, you’d never know. How he even came to the conclusion of wanting you on a sexual level still perplexed you. You’d never done anything sexy around him, never acted coquettish, or like a seductress like many of the other residents and even doctors had. You’d happily kept in the back while the others made fools of themselves because he ignored every single one of their advances and flirtations. It was comical. They acted like the man wasn’t married. Perhaps they’d picked up on something you’d only just been clued into.
Ten minutes later, you’d decided on what to wear, a cute two piece that showed off your midriff and cleavage, ten minutes from then you’d managed to squeeze into it and start the process usually everyone begins when planning a night out that they wanted to be unforgettable. The checklist went something like, hair, makeup, then scent layering. Once you’d finished, nearly forty minutes in total had passed. When you walked out of your bedroom you weredressed, heeled, made up, and smelling like an angel looking to sin. Willa whistled and hollered clearly pleased with all the effort you’d put in tonight.
“There she is. My god, no logical reason why you’re hiding all of that behind scrubs, long sleeves, and sweaters.”
“You do the same thing,” you countered.
“But once the clock says quitting time better believe I am showing all of this off. I worked and dieted too hard for this ass for it not to be appreciated with every strut I take.”
For emphasis, Willa turned to show you her perfectly toned and rounded ass that you could no doubt hold a champagne flute on without so much as a shake. She knew she looked good and had no problem acting like it. You loved that about her. You glanced at your pager and sighed. While you were off, you knew you still had to carry the thing. It was Doctor Life 101, the most basic and foremost rule. Your pager always stays on you or near you. You’d heard of a resident making the rookie mistake and being kicked out of their program without one word from them in defense or rebuttal. It was that important. You having your own life outside of the hospital was no one’s concern; lives were always in the need of saving 24-7.
You stuffed the pager into your clutch along with your phone, your slim bifold wallet that held your credit cards and some cash, your colored lip-gloss, a small vile of your perfume of the night, and your bejeweled police grade tazer that your father had given you when you decided to move out of state. Was it legal? Maybe not. Did he care? Not one bit. The funny thing was he didn’t get it for street safety it was after he’d watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy where the people in the ER were held hostage by four madmen. It was after that episode he spoke to an ex-military friend of his who now owned a private guard company and gifted the pervert dropping weapon to you soon after.
You and Willa made your way downstairs and into the waiting taxi and began your trip to the bar you were meeting Sachi at. As you drove, you and Willa took backseat selfies, posted them to your socials and chattered about how epic you wanted the night to go—well Willa did. You simply nodded along. Willa then proceeded to try to sucker you into posting the picture she’d taken of you at your door that showed off the whole head to toe view. You tried to tell her no but after five or so minutes of her and the Uber driver ganging up on you, eventually you caved. It was Willa though who seized your phone to create her own caption and then post it once you couldn’t do anything about it. When you read the caption your jaw dropped.
IG POST: I like it. I know you love it. Some lucky man finna push up on it! #GirlsNight #CheckOnIt #IAintYoMDTonight #Beauty&Brains #DocByDayBadBitchByNight
When you looked at the post, your jaw dropped. She was bold. It was a quick-ish twelve-minute drive before the Uber pulled up at the club and a few short minutes before you found Sachi who was surprise, surprise there on time and sitting with two familiar faces.
“You guys are finally here,” she elated as she hugged you both. When she pulled away from you, her eyes roamed your body then widened.
“Did Willa pick this?”
You rolled your eyes. “No, I did thank you very much!”
She raised her hand as if to say she meant no offense. “Yayy! This look means one thing you’ve let your bad girl out to play!” She threw her arms around you again completely filled with glee.
The way her and Willa acted, you felt like a prude or their inexperienced virgin friend from the middle of the US of A. Your eyes fell to the faces you knew from the hospital and before you or Willa could talk, Sachi spoke up.
“Before you say anything, they’re cool.Porchamay be head of L&D but she’s super young and only is a hard ass on her L&D residents. As for Vitashe is super cool even though she manages the labs, she’s saved my ass a few times,” Sachipled.
You didn’t care who they were. Dr. Leon was always nice to you and Vita always rushes your labs. You slid onto a stool giving them both warm smiles.
“The more the merrier,” you said.
“I promise, what we see or hear here, stays here. The hospital isn’t any of your complete lives,” Porsha said.
Sachi lifted the glass that you just noticed was in front of her, “I hear that shit!”
You snorted and took in the similar shot glasses in the middle of the table. You grabbed one and hit Sachi’s glass then the others’. You really wanted to let loose tonight. You were tired of being seen as the innocent or prudish friend. Yeah you studied hard and worked even harder, but you could party just like everyone else, and you intended to prove it tonight.
~~~~~
-3 Hours Later-
“Wooooo! Who knew you could move like this!”
Porcha’s voice behind you rang out just below the undulating boom from the DJ’s speakers. One of her hands were currently on your hip as she moved in sync with you.
“I could say the same for you! Maybe have the moms move like this and you’ll have those babies out in no time!”
She laughed then turned her back to yours. You were currently sandwiched between Porcha and Vita who was in front of you with her hands on her knees winding her ass onto you. The girl had moves too!
“Wooooooo!”
Sachi was in front of her whipping her head around in a circle sending her hair to rotate like the rotors of a helicopter and Willa behind Porcha. The five of you had generated a small circle around you as fellow partiers watched your antics. You’d had more than enough to drink that you didn’t care how much attention was on you. When the song changed to a well-known hip-hop song, you all squealed then turned to each other and began rapping along like your life depended on it and enjoying every second of it.
After a few bars, the DJ shouting you out and the spotlight following to bathe the five of you in more attention made you all go buck wild and pose like you were on a red carpet and waving at fans. The glare of the spotlight had you turning your head slightly hoping to escape the brightness. From the corner of your eye, you saw a face you knew but through the haze of tequila, vodka, Hennessey, and whatever other alcohol you’d been mixing the entire night you couldn’t place from where you knew it. The attractive man with the recognizable face smiled through his look of wow then waved. You flashed a half-hearted smile then turned back around.
It was Sachi who dragged you back to your table and the whole way there you kept trying to place where you’d seen him from. Once you sat, you looked back expecting to still see him, but he was gone.
“What? You looking like you saw a ghost.”
“No, no. You ever see someone you recognize but you don’t remember where you recognize them from?”
“Of course, you remember Rodney?”
You snorted.
“Really, Sachi?”
Rodney was one of Sachi’s boyfriends, and boyfriend was stretching the term. They’d associated with each other for three weeks and the majority of those three weeks was inside his apartment or hers and only to a sexual capacity.
“When we bumped into each other a few weeks ago I could not for the life of me remember where I saw him from.”
“That was just sad Sach—you slept with the man.”
“Girl there was barely any sleeping, and the majority of his time was spent with his head between my legs and my only seeing from his nose up.”
You busted out laughing. Sachi’s candor was always so refreshing and so damned welcomed. As a doctor you would think patients would be forthcoming with details to help figure out what was wrong with them but from experience patients tend to hide details or lie fearing judgement.
You remembered you once had a case where no one could figure out what was wrong with a man fifty-five-year-old man who presented with all the signs and symptoms of a simple vitamin B12 deficiency would be diagnosed by multiple physicians and another hospital with thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura. At first glance, you saw how everyone thought it was a B12 deficiency. However, the more you dug when everyone wanted to throw in the towel and start him on a more vigorous B12 treatment you found everyone was in fact wrong. The man had something totally different, pseudothrombotic microangiopathy. The B12 deficiency was just the tip of the iceberg for the patient who’d flubbed some information with all the doctors that partially prevented everyone was making an accurate diagnosis quicker.
“Who’d you see?”
“I don’t know and it’s really starting to bug me.”
Just then the Porcha, Willa and Vita returned hands filled with more drinks than were necessary for the five of you. Once they were in the center of the table, Porcha slid random glasses to each of you. A glass with pale yellow liquid and garnished with a pineapple floating at the top of the glass crashed into your palm.
“What’re we drinking to ladies?”
Vita sounded a lot tipsier than she had three hours ago. You smirked. You could see yourself enjoying yourself around these women. You’d stayed away from making any friend groups when you first got to San Fran because interpersonal relationships on a personal level were not your strong suit and because you didn’t want anyone figuring out your secret identity. When people found out you were the daughter of thee hot-shot doctor Sarina Torranaddo and Hughston Prince who owned famed and prized Prince Pharma they tended to either look at you with awe and dollar signs in their eyes or disdain and disgust and jealousy instead.
Sachi and Willa wore you down and you were glad to call them friends. They really took you out of yourself helping you smell the roses and all that shit.
“Music, alcohol and a pretty face to sit on!”
Your jaw dropped at Vita’s follow up comment. Holy shit you thought. Sachi, Willa and Porcha seemed to like the suggestion and audibly showed it while snapping in the air. Each of you knocked back your drinks, wasting no time. As the taste of vodka and pineapple washed over your tongue, in the corners of your mind you remembered a conversation about pineapple then it hit you. When you swallowed the last mouthful of the fruity but strong cocktail you slammed the glass down.
“Pineapple is good for bodily fluids!”
Each of the ladies looked at you with bewilderment.
“That is true, and I am happy with where your head is going Y/N,” Willa voiced.
They each laughed making you roll your eyes. “No. Pineapples. The face, I remember.”
You spun around looking for the face, but the sea of people was too much. Just when you were going to give up and turn back to your group, his face appeared and, in your mind, you swore you heard some sort of holy awakening hymn. He looked good! After a few seconds, your eyes locked and recognition for both you flared. You waved him over with a smile and were pleased to see him excuse himself from his group and saunter over. You noted how different he looked outside of paramedic gear. A man in a uniform looked good but a man who could look good in and out of it was rare.
“Ooh, looks like you found your pretty faced seat,” Sachi sing songed just before he slid up to your table with an even wider smile.
“Now I know you’re not a doctor,” he opened.
You scoffed and sat back in your seat.
“How so?”
You watched him look you over as he licked his bottom lip.
“I’m respectfully looking, and no doctor has ever looked like you.”
The ladies you were with all laughed.
“Ha! What would you do if I said we are all doctors?”
He turned to them then walked around the table sizing them all up and as he did each of them give him a seated pose with a raised brow that possesed more attitude than an eyeroll. When he came back to stand next to you again, you pinched your lips.
“I’m gonna need some ID ladies because gotdamn doctors didn’t look like you when I was a kid.”
You all laughed not bothering to get offended, it was all in lite heartedness and good fun.
“It’s good to see you again.”
You smiled and took up the pineapple in the glass and took a bite. “You too.”
“Pineapple huh.”
“Have you had your serving tonight?”
His face went serious for a few seconds, and you wondered what he was thinking, but before you asked his smile returned—a mischievous one.
“I think I’ve had enough pineapple over the last day or two to equal more than a grown man’s recommended serving size.”
Willa snorted. “Like pineapple or being proactive?”
Her little wink said she saw him crystal clear. He snorted and gave her a shrug in lieu of an answer. That only made her tap the side of her nose.
“Ladies night?”
They all hollered bringing the attention of most of the club patrons nearby.
“All right, all right, love to see a group of beautiful, successful and classy women enjoying life.”
They all smiled at the compliments, no doubt eating them up. You could tell he was a sweet talker and probably easily got his way with women and maybe even had several in line up. You remembered then that you hadn’t introduced him.
“Wow, manners much. Guys this is River, he’s a paramedic at the hospital. River this is Sachi, Willa, Porcha and Vita.”
He shook each of their hands while slightly bowing his head.
“River, what an interesting name,” Vita began.
“You should meet my siblings, Ocean, and Lake.”
You all looked at him unsure if he were being serious. Sensing this, River looked between the five of you and smirked.
“Hand to God serious. I wanna say this was the time everyone was going crazy over nature names, but my mom is different.”
You couldn’t hold it in any longer and a snorted laugh popped out.
“You gotta laugh. Plus I think River grows on you.”
His eyes were on you as he said it, but you couldn’t tell if he were flirting or not. you glanced across to Sachi who smirked and gave you a smug look. She thought he was flirting.
“Can I buy you ladies another drink?”
They all nodded then he looked to me for the final say.
“Whaddya say?”
“As long as it’s not pineapple. Maybe cherry this time, those are also good for fluids.”
You heard the high-pitched gasp and knew it was Willa. River locked eyes with you, smirked then nodded.
“Something cherry it is, doc.”
As he walked away you took a gander after him. He looked good coming but going was also quite a sight.
“Didn’t you say you suck at flirting?”
You snorted and shook your head. “Was that good?”
“Cherries are also good for fluids? Oh my god, girl!”
Porcha gave you a look that said she was impressed by your gall. You couldn’t help but sit up a little straighter. Maybe since being in San Fran your interpersonal skills were getting better.
“There is hope for you still,” Willa added. “He might be the one tonight.”
You rolled your eyes because you had no intention of taking anyone home tonight. Yes, River was hot, looked good in a uniform and most definitely likely looked better naked, had honey lacing his lips by how sweet he talked, and was blessed with a great smile and a nice ass, in the back of your head you couldn’t get one face out of your mind and one proposal strung to him.
You thought back to your encounter in his on-call room.
“I could do whatever I want right now, touch you wherever I want. I could put my mouth all the places I’ve dreamed of. I could be a real scoundrel right now. Is that what you wanted coming in here? Did you want to give into your curiosity?”
You were curious all right. It would be a bold-faced lie to say you weren’t curious about his touch, or how his mouth felt in all the places he’d dreamed of, or how much of scoundrel he had the capacity to be. You were curious and more than half of you wanted to say yes already but something was still holding you back. You could say it was fear of what others would say if they found out, or how you could sleep with someone knowing they were already married and committed to someone else. Could you be that maverick girl? Could you be deep down step so far outside of the person you thought you were—the person you’d always been? Were you brave enough to explore your curiosity?
When River returned his hands were filled with glasses with many colors of liquid filling them.
“All right ladies, I brought one to match each of your outfits, I know how accessorizing is on trend.”
They giggled as they took their glasses that matched their outfits while he slid the glass that was red to you.
“And you—something cherry.”
You smiled and inspected the glass.
“I swear I didn’t do anything to it.”
You smiled knowing he was telling the truth. While he was at the bar though you were in your own thoughts, your eyes were watching, and he had kept the bartender and drinks in view the entire time. You took up the glass and held it in the air.
“Looks strong.”
“Vodka, tequila and a little dark rum.”
“What’s it called?”
River smirked then came to your ear and whispered, “Pop my cherry.”
You immediately snorted and threw your head back to laugh. River joined in.
“I’m so glad you laughed because depending on how you took that I could have ended up with a bloody nose.”
You smiled then leaned to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell any of the girls in rotation that your cherry still hasn’t been popped.”
River smiled again lowering his head just a touch. The smell of his cologne still lingered around you. When you took your first sip of the drink, those three different liquors nearly knocked you on your ass, but the crisp tartness of the lime kept you firmly planted on your stool.
“Wow!”
“Good?”
“So good but strong.”
“Good combo.”
You bit your bottom lip just before you took another sip. As your eyes traveled around the club you partook in a bit of people watching. It was a decent crowd tonight and everyone was having a great time and you had to admit you were also having a good time. Before you knew it, you’d finished your drink which was probably way too quick given how much alcohol was in it. Once you put the glass down, your legs begged you to get back on the dance floor.
“Let’s dance.”
River looked surprised by your suggestion, but he didn’t turn you down. Offering his hand, River waited for you to take it and once you did, he yanked you off the stool to him so quickly you crashed to his chest.
“I hope you can keep up.”
The music changed to a spicy, upbeat Latin mix and River immediately pulled you along as he scurried to the dance floor.
“Do you salsa?”
“Si!”
River smiled widely then took his place holding his hand out to you. Wasting no time, you took it and allowed him to lead you into a saucy and flirtatious salsa. You were stunned to find that he was very good at the salsa. Damn, you thought, he can dance too. Unfair. River spun you so your back faced his chest then spun you back around before he pushed you out to pull you in. It was then your hysterical laugh took over.
“Oh my god, you’re a dancing king.”
“Maybe I should have warned you.”
“Ya’ think!”
His laugh was deep and genuine. “Regretting your decision to dance with me?”
His deep brown eyes looked different now than they had before. It was like a flame was alit behind them, giving them a sparked look. It was hypnotizing.
“Not at all. I can dance too.”
“Show me!”
He pushed you out and the two of you really began to show off. After a few moves the crowd backed up bringing all their eyes to the two of you setting the dancefloor on fire. You both noticed but you didn’t care. His eyes remained on you feeding your ego and self-confidence with every move you laid out for him. When he spun you out and went for a solo, you stood there and watched. The way he moved screamed in control and confident.
It was clear that he knew he was attractive, clear that he knew he had the moves but there was something else about him you couldn’t place and that bothered you. The crowd cheered when he whipped out a back flip and stuck it. You couldn’t believe your eyes. River stood there and motioned for you to give it your best shot. He was cocky and it was attractive. This was another revelation for you as to what attracted you. This was the second man who’d showed a spark of cockiness and for both men you were intrigued by.
You took center stage and tapped into your inner Selena for moves, your inner Celia Cruz for personality and your inner Mata Hara for sexiness. Now was not the time to clam up. As you winded your hips and hit a sultry belly dance the onlookers clapped and shouted and that was all you needed for your head to blow up. You added in some tricky foot work speeding up when the DJ’s track went into bachata territory then rounded out with a shimmy that sent your friends in a tizzy. Across from you, River looked impressed and more than attracted.
“Okay, you got moves. Let’s fire it up!”
You scurried over to him expecting to continue with moves similar to the ones you’d done before but to your shock, River wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you and swung you around making the entire room spin. Your scream turned into a laugh, a laugh that River joined in on. As he put you down, his hand gripped your hips steadying you and making you realize just how large his hands were. Jeez, you thought. The man had it all.
He spun you out and in once, twice, and a third time then pulled you to him. Feeling it, you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his leg. River’s eyes widened and his hand dropped to that leg and held you at your thigh. The entire club screamed, shouted, cheered, and clapped then approached patting you both on your backs complimenting you both on your moves. River set you up and clapped pointing at you. From a split in the crowd, you caught a glimpse of steely, scrutinizing electric blue eyes that you’d be able to identify anywhere. Immediately your stomach fell, and you almost had to check it had fallen out of your body—almost.
A few bodies blocked your view and you actually bobbed from side to side trying to see. A hand on your waist brought your attention to the tall, hard body that you’d been all over for the last twoish minutes. His eyebrows were hooded and eyes full of concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah—yeah, I’m good.”
Even though you were saying the words you were still trying to peep around him to see if you’d actually seen him.
“Girl, you killed it. Wow, talk about moves.”
You gave our friends a small smile while trying to stop yourself from looking anymore.
“Me? River must secretly be Maluma or Alejandro Sanz or something.”
They laughed and began walking back to your table. River stopped just before you got to the table and looked down at his phone before his demeanor completely changed.
“Something wrong?”
“Yeah. Damn! I—I have to go.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I—I’m actually the designated driver tonight for my friends and looks like we’re on the move.”
It was now you just realized he hadn’t brought over a drink for himself when he bought you and your friends drinks. He hadn’t smelled like alcohol at all.
“Okay,” you began.
“Like, I really wish I didn’t have to go now. That was a lot of fun—you’re fun.”
You smiled, trying to stave off your embarrassment from his admission.
“You’re a lot of fun too, River, but I understand. You gotta go.”
The look that rushed across his face was one you couldn’t place, it almost looked like disappointment. Was he disappointed you were being so blasé?
“Okay. So uh–,” he began as you spoke.
“Thanks for the drinks. I’ll see you around.”
Again, that look appeared before he nodded and looked to your friends. He gave them a wave and a smile then walked off.
“Girl that was cold,” Vita said.
“Cold? What?”
“Please tell me you saw how into you he was,” Porcha added.
“We were having fun,” you defended feebly.
“Yeah and he was probably expecting you to exchange numbers,” Willa said.
You looked after him in the direction he walked off and began to second guess yourself.
“Really?”
Your friends nodded then looked away as if they couldn’t believe how you’d managed to fuck that up. Just as you were about to admonish yourself those same steely eyes appeared locking onto yours. He was here, in this club, tonight of all nights. From the way he was looking at you, it was possible he’d seen your dance. There was something cold in them, but though they were cold there was something else about the way he looked at you, something that made your gut heat and flame.
This man made your body tingle without touching you. He lifted his glass and drank down the dark liquor never taking his eyes off of you. When you saw him snake his tongue out to lick his lips, you mirrored the action. He bit his lip, you did too. When you saw the cocky smirk, you knew he was toying with you.
You watched his eyes leave yours and travel down your body and the tight clench told you everything you needed to know. He liked what he saw. Everything in you wanted to toy with him, so you did. Crossing your legs, you accentuated the curve of your thighs and the point of your toes giving him a glimpse of the killer body that Sachi always complimented you on.
Across the room, Chris took a deep breath in. From how slowly his chest rose you knew it was a slow, deliberate one—one of purpose. He slouched in the booth seat and the darkness underneath the table barely afforded you any sight but thanks to a slight adjustment of his body a sliver of light showed you that there was a bulge in those dark slacks he wore.
He was turned on. The thought of it made you squirm and the knowledge that you were wet from this was a shock. Who the hell were you right now? Chris shook his head then stood from the booth and you were able to now see that he was hard. The look on his face said he didn’t care that you knew it, it said he wanted you to know. He finished his drink then walked off getting lost in the crowd.
Blowing out a breath you slouched a little. You were done for the night and ready to go home to relive this newly found itch that was beginning to consume you. It was such a consuming itch that you were about to the point where you were ready to scream yes for more reasons than a much-needed release.
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