by Grey, Helen
Making a mental note to call her first thing in the morning and ask about the disappearing nurse, I sat down on the bed, my fingers gently caressing the soft bedspread, trying to process everything that had happened today.
I sat there for quite a while, and it wasn’t until a knock on the door jolted me out of my reverie that I realized that dusk had settled, casting long shadows through the bedroom window. Without thinking, I responded. “Come in.”
The bedroom door opened and I turned. Jax stood in the doorway. He stared at me for several moments and then stepped into the room.
“You comfortable here? All unpacked?”
I nodded. “Has Michael left?”
It was Jax’s turn to nod. He stepped closer to the bed. To my surprise, he sat down next to me, leaving barely a hand’s breadth of distance between us. I resisted the urge to scoot away and increase the distance between us.
“Like I said downstairs, I’ll understand if you don’t want to stick around,” he said.
I was silent for several moments, arguing with myself. Perhaps it would be better if I left, but for some reason, staring up at his face, his eyes searching mine, I didn’t want to appear like a coward to him.
I lifted my chin slightly and shook my head. “I’ll stick around for a little while,” I said. “But believe me, if things get hairy, I’ll be the first one to run up here and pack my bags.”
He grinned, stared at me for several more moments, and then asked a question that jarred me. “Did you like what you saw?”
I frowned and nearly forgot how to breathe. While I had an idea what he was talking about, I didn’t even want to contemplate it. “What I saw?” Was he talking about his nudity at the swimming pool or the raw sex I had viewed between him and the Swedish woman?
“You were spying on me and Hilda.”
Seriously? Hilda? That gorgeous blonde with a knockout body was named Hilda? I felt yet another flush warm my cheeks. I made a face. I hadn’t blushed so much since I was a teenager. What the hell was wrong with me?
I was tempted to lie and fought a desire to run from the room. Instead, I opened my mouth and stammered a reply. “I didn’t mean to… I mean I—” I sighed. “I’m sorry, Jax, I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. It’s just that I’ve never… I’ve never—”
“You’ve never watched other people have sex?”
I shook my head. How embarrassing!
He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never watched porn? Never watched an X-rated movie with an old boyfriend?”
I shook my head. He probably thought I was a prude.
He gestured with his head. “I’ve got a few downstairs in the den, if you ever want to pop in a DVD,” he said, looking perfectly serious.
He had dirty movies? I don’t think I had ever met anyone who had dirty movies, but then again, should I be surprised? He was young, healthy, obviously well equipped, and sexy as all get out. Still, my exposure to sexual ‘adventures’ were limited.
“You never tried that?” he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Tried what?” I asked, curious in spite of myself. “I already told you that I’ve never watched an X-rated movie.”
He shook his head. “No, I meant that position.”
Dammit, another flush of heat, this time it spread to my toes. I quickly shook my head, plucking at the fabric of the bedspread in nervousness. “No, never tried that,” I said. “To be honest, I’m not that experienced with sex, and the few boyfriends I’ve had were never really interested in—”
“Pleasing you instead of just themselves?”
I glanced at him and began to nod, then suddenly stopped. Mortified. Why the hell was I having this conversation with him? I was his caregiver, not his girlfriend. This topic was so far over my personal boundary, I couldn’t find it with a map.
I straightened my back and frowned. “I don’t feel comfortable talking about such personal things with a total stranger,” I began. “As a matter of fact—”
“A total stranger?” he asked with a short laugh. “You’ve seen me naked, you’ve seen me sucking on another woman’s pussy, and you’ve seen my dick in her mouth. How can I be a total stranger?”
Just the image his words created caused me to grow wet again. Dammit! Yet another flush of heat. I quickly stood, putting some distance between us before I turned around and gazed down at him sitting so casually on the edge of my bed. Placing my hands on my hips, I attempted to speak firmly. “Jax, I’m your nurse. I’m not your girlfriend, and it’s none of my business what you do or with whom you do it. I’m here to do a job and that’s it.”
Smiling, he lifted his hands in mock surrender. Seconds later, his smile disappeared and he grew serious. It took me by surprise. His moods could change on a dime. Something else I would have to get used to. One minute teasing, the next minute dead serious.
“Angie, I just want you to know that if anytime you want to leave, you’re perfectly free to do so. I won’t hold it against you, and you don’t even have to give me notice. Michael and I don’t think there’s much chance of anybody finding me here, but I’ll be keeping a careful eye out. If I get even a feeling that things will get hinky, I’ll let you know. I’ll pack your bags myself and send you on your way. Okay?”
I nodded. He was so serious now and I frowned. “Do you really think someone’s targeting the members of your squadron? Why would they? Why would they take the chance of exposing themselves? And why your squadron?”
He shook his head. “We just got back from a mission, which of course I can’t tell you about, but let’s just say we more than pissed off a few people. Word travels fast. We still haven’t verified that the incidents against the squadron are due to a terror cell, but until we find out for sure, none of us is taking chances. We have each other’s backs, and Michael will keep me updated.”
I nodded and blew out a breath I’d been holding. I guess it wouldn’t hurt for me to do a little extra research, become a little more aware of what was going on in the world around me. I had been so busy taking care of homebound clients over the past year that I rarely even watched the news. Nothing like keeping my head buried in the sand.
Jax stood. “Well, I’ll let you be. You can have the run of the house, go where you want, although I would just like to ask you not to go into my office.”
I nodded. “Okay, no problem. Tomorrow, I’ll probably need to run to the store and grab some groceries. You don’t have much in your pantry.”
“No problem. You can take the SUV in the garage. The keys are in a dish on the kitchen counter.”
“You need anything?”
He grinned.
“Don’t be a smart alec,” I frowned. “I mean do you need anything from the store?”
“Nope,” he said, making his way to the door. “I’m going to take it easy tomorrow. I think I might’ve tweaked my back a little bit this afternoon.”
I stared at his back as he left the room, laughing. Of course, his comment put the image of him and Hilda back in my head, probably just as he’d intended. I couldn’t help but smile. There was something about Jax Andrews that appealed to me. I had a feeling he was going to be a major pain in the ass, but at the same time, he seemed okay. Then again, I had only spent part of the day with him. There was a good chance that after a few days, I would be changing my mind about him completely.
I needed to talk to Nancy, get her opinion. Not only was she my supervisor, but I considered her a friend. In her mid-fifties, Nancy was a no-nonsense and experienced nurse who had opened her own health care agency a few years ago. She had always wanted to go into business for herself, but I had always wondered about her choice. You didn’t make a lot of money running a home health care agency. While she got a decent enough cut from private pay families, Medicare, and other third-party payers, she still had plenty of overhead, not to mention the cost of insurance coverage.
Nevertheless, she seemed to enjoy it, and had slowly built her business over the past few years. She’
d gone from two home health care aides to now employing twelve certified nurse’s aides, two nurses, an occupational therapy specialist, and she even had a doctor on a small retainer for emergency situations or questions.
Nancy would be able to provide me with some good advice. I supposed it would be okay to talk to her about the situation, but I should’ve asked Jax first. I thought about leaving my room to go find him and then decided against it. I had seen enough of him for one day, literally. I could ask him in the morning before I called Nancy.
I sighed and sat back down on the bed. I didn’t hear any sounds in the house and wondered if Jax had gone to bed himself. I didn’t feel like dealing with the dishes tonight and decided I would leave them until morning. I got ready for bed, changing into shorts and a tank top to sleep in, then went into the bathroom, took care of business, and brushed my teeth.
I climbed into bed, relaxing into one of the most comfortable mattresses I had ever slept on. The sheets felt like butter against my skin. Before long, I slipped into a half conscious state, between half wakefulness and sleep, and automatically my thoughts drifted once again to Jax.
I saw him standing naked in front of the pool, recalled his tight buttocks, and then, perhaps not surprisingly, my memory once again returned to the sight of him and Hilda on the bed, having sex, each of them pleasing the other with no sense of hesitancy, embarrassment, or shame.
I wondered what it would feel like to have such free sex with someone and then tried to imagine myself in Hilda’s position. I couldn’t. Well, I could, but I had never engaged in such sex before, so couldn’t so much rely on physical response as fantasy.
Nevertheless, fantasizing about having such sex with Jax got me all hot and bothered again. Before I knew it, my nipples were tingling and I felt that now familiar heat burgeoning low in my belly. For the second time that day, I resorted to pleasuring myself, holding in my mind’s eye the image of Jax’s tongue on Hilda’s pussy, his cock in her mouth, her own tongue swirling, sucking, and stroking the length of his shaft while my hand had to suffice to release my sexual tension.
As the waves of pleasure washed over me, I realized it was only a second-best, and that the sensations I felt would probably, no likely, be much more powerful in real time. As my waves of pleasure lulled me closer to the edge of sleep, I shook my head. I had no business thinking such thoughts about my client. I was only going to be here for a short while. I was getting paid to provide care for a wounded soldier, not provide him with a sex partner.
Come tomorrow morning, I would have to corral my wild imaginations, get myself under control, and act like the professional I was. I didn’t know anything about Jax Andrews, other than what he had divulged. I didn’t know if this was his house or someone else’s, but then I guess it didn’t really matter. I would do my job, collect my paycheck, and then ultimately, move on to yet another client.
In the meantime, I decided that I would enjoy the change of pace of having a younger patient to look after. The fact that he was sexy as hell was a bonus, but I refused to act on it. That would be the epitome of unprofessionalism.
No, I would oversee Jax’s recuperation, help him with his rehab and his therapy until he could do more on his own. It was none of my business and certainly not my place to get involved in his past, his career, his secrets, and most of all, with him. The fact that he was the most handsome and intriguing client I have ever met was beside the point. He was just that. A client. Nothing less and nothing more.
End of Part 1
To Be Continued in Part 2…
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