Wanted: A Bad Boy Auction Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  “How’s it going, Molly?” I asked.

  “I was about to say it’s going too busy, you look even more worn out than me. What’s wrong now, doll?”

  I crossed the room and sat beside her at the table. “I just had to report a case of possible child abuse. I was just on the phone with Child Protective Services.”

  “Oh no. I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah. This sweet little seven-year-old girl has scarring on her wrists. I just saw her this morning. I was assigned to help Dr. Sholly again, and he was examining her. She was brought in for her fever.”

  “It’s always hard when you see kids getting hurt. Any idea who’s abusing her?”

  “Not really, although she did seem a little uncomfortable with her mom. Her mom wasn’t even in the room with most of the time though.”

  “Where was she?”

  “I’m not sure. I didn’t get a chance to ask. She eventually returned and Dr. Sholly sent me out.”

  “Well, rest assured you did the right thing.”

  “I know. The important thing is making sure she’s going to be okay.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Guess I may as well take my lunch too. Be right back, Molly.” I stood up and headed to the refrigerator to get my lunch.

  “So—you were assigned to Evan again today, eh?” Molly called out to me in a teasing voice.

  I tried unsuccessfully to suppress a smirk as I made my way back over to the table with my lunch. “So.”

  Molly laughed. “So did the two of you behave today?”

  “We had no choice. The little girl was there.”

  “Oh sure. Blame it on her.”

  “You saw how he treated me yesterday. What else do you think contributed to his sudden ability to be cordial?”

  “The fact that he regretted how he treated you yesterday.”

  “How on earth do you know that?”

  “I ran into him in the parking lot before I left yesterday.”

  My ears perked and I paused midway before taking a bite of my turkey sandwich. “And…?”

  “And he asked about you.”

  “Really? What did he say?”

  Molly laughed, and I had to resist the urge to slap myself for sounding like an overly excited schoolgirl. I tried to remind myself that Dr. Sholly was not my type, so I had no reason to be so concerned with what he said about me. I had already dated a handsome jerk before, so I wasn’t about to fall for another one, even if he was a successful doctor.

  Upon entering the hospital that morning, I paused in the hallway and for the first time, took a good look at the various plaques of excellence for doctors among the hospital staff. Evan Sholly’s name had plenty of appearances on the wall. It was surprising I’d never noticed before, but I supposed I just hadn’t paid attention. Seeing all the good work he’d done over the years, I had actually started to regret my own behavior a bit as well, particularly since I had more or less implied he didn’t know what he was doing. But in my defense, he had started it by insulting me first. So I didn’t have to feel entirely too guilty about it…

  “He just asked me how long you’d been working here. I told him you’d been here as long as me, and that you were one of the most dedicated nurses in this building.”

  “Hmm,” I said, attempting to feign disinterest, but once again failing, judging from the smirk on Molly’s face.

  “Speak of the handsome devil…”

  “What?”

  But my question was answered by the door opening and none other than Dr. Sholly appearing. My heart skipped a beat and I almost choked on my sandwich.

  “Good afternoon, ladies,” he said.

  “Good afternoon, sugar,” Molly said. She eyed me for a second, like a mother scolding her child to be polite. But my vocal chords didn’t seem to be working. Pressing his pretty lips together upon seeing that I couldn’t be bothered to speak, he gave me a curt nod before rolling up his sleeves and approaching the vending machine. My eyes trailed over his muscular arms, intrigued by the tattoos covering them…

  Until he turned around with his bottle of Gatorade in hand and caught me staring, causing me to choke for real this time.

  Molly gave me a rather hard thump on the back as I reached for my bottle of water. Thank goodness I hadn’t unscrewed the top yet, or I would have drenched myself.

  “Tessa.”

  I raised my eyebrows at the sound of him saying my name. My skin was on fire. He made me feel things, things I didn’t want to feel.

  “Dr. Sholly?” I said.

  “Can I speak with you for a moment?”

  “Uhm…Sure,” I said. “Now?”

  “If it’s all right,” he said. “It won’t take long.”

  “Okay…”

  He headed to the door and I realized he wanted me to follow him out of the break room.

  Panic-stricken, I glanced toward Molly. Her eyes were wide with amusement. “Go ahead. I’ll keep your sandwich company, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  Dr. Sholly chuckled.

  As I stood, I ‘accidentally’ kicked Molly in the foot, which only made her goofy expression grow more prominent.

  “I’ll let you get back to your lunch soon, I swear,” Dr. Sholly said, still standing in the doorway, holding the door open as he waited for me.

  “No, it’s fine I was done anyway,” I lied.

  I took a deep breath as I stepped out into the hall with Dr. Sholly. To my surprise, he set off down the hall. Upon realizing I wasn’t following him, he paused and looked back at me over his shoulder.

  I recomposed myself and caught up to him, wondering where on earth he was taking me as we reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner.

  “Woah!”

  Dr. Sholly came to an abrupt halt, startled by a couple of technicians hurriedly rounding the corner as well, wheeling an empty hospital bed and nearly crashing into us. Instinctually, Dr. Sholly held his hand out, catching me right at the waist and preventing me from slamming into the hospital bed right at the last second.

  “Sorry, doc,” one of the technicians said.

  “Slow down. The air isn’t in a hurry,” Dr. Sholly said. Realizing his hand was still on my waist, he removed it, although I felt the ghost of his touch long afterwards. A shiver went down my spine.

  “You all right?” he said, running his hand through his luscious dark hair, looking somewhat awkward.

  I nodded. “Yeah,” I said, displeased to hear that my voice sounded too high. “Uhm…where are we going?”

  “Right here,” he said. We came to a stop at the on-call room, which was empty at the moment. He held the door open for me and I entered, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the way I walked because I felt like my hips were swaying with minds of their own no matter how much I tried to stop them.

  My heart stuttered again, this time right along with the click of the door as Dr. Sholly closed it. He shook his head. “Sorry—this day shift. I just can’t seem to think straight. I guess you could have brought your lunch here if you wanted.”

  “It’s fine. I was done.” With the worse timing ever, my stomach gave an embarrassingly loud growl. I crossed my arms over my torso, as if that would help muffle the sound. It felt like someone had lit a match over my face.

  Dr. Sholly cleared his throat, laughing a little at my rumbling stomach. When I could get the nerve to look up at him, I could see a smirk lingering beneath his expression and knew he was trying hard not to laugh at me further. It almost made me want to turn right on the spot and leave the room.

  Why did this man make me feel so unsure of myself?

  “I called Child Protective Services,” I said, feeling desperate to fill the empty room with sensible discussion. I couldn’t take too much more of the silence in his presence. Besides, I needed an excuse for staring at him, his smoldering dark eyes seemed to be holding my gaze captive.

  He nodded his head, briefly looking down to the floor. The amusement I’d thought I’d seen
on his face had vanished entirely, replaced with barely concealed sadness. “Yeah. Thanks for that.” He looked up at me. “That’s what I really wanted to say to you. Thank you for helping out with Sarah. I’m not so good with kids. I’m glad they sent up someone who is.”

  I nodded. “You’re welcome.”

  “Do you have kids? I mean…you don’t look like you do…” His eyes not-so-subtly roamed over my body before he caught himself and glanced away. “But uhm…you were just so good with Sarah earlier, I wondered…”

  I stood there, stunned to see that for the first time, Dr. Sholly actually looked flustered. It was my turn to chuckle. “No, I don’t have any kids, Dr. Sholly.”

  “You can call me Evan.”

  I nodded. Evan. His name even sounded sexy. Shit, this was going to be a problem. A long stretch of silence passed between us. Feeling unnerved by it again, I cleared my throat. “So…is that all?”

  Evan ran his hand through his hair again, and I stood there, wishing I could run my own fingers through it. Wondering if it felt just as silky as it looked…

  “Tessa, the real reason I brought you here is because I want to apologize for yesterday.”

  I blinked. I certainly hadn’t seen that coming. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, not sure what to say. When I finally could manage to speak, all I said was, “Oh.”

  Evan lowered his head and shook it, as if in shame. “I had no right to speak to you that way. I’m not sure what came over me. I’m not usually like that, I swear.”

  “Well, Molly told me that. She said that you weren’t yourself yesterday.”

  “And what else did Molly tell you?”

  “That you were ex-military.”

  “NAVY doc actually.” He smiled. I noticed for the first time he had dimples. Then again, it was probably the first time I had seen such a genuine smile from him to begin with. I couldn’t help the way my own lips curled into a smile at the sight of it.

  I gave a start at his sudden nearness. Disoriented, I couldn’t figure out if I had involuntarily moved closer to him, or if he had moved closer to me. The fresh scent of his skin drifted to my nose.

  God, did he smell good…

  “You’re a very impressive nurse, Tessa,” he said. “You’re impressive in a lot of ways, actually.”

  “I can say the same to you…I mean, as far as doctors go.”

  He smirked. There was another stretch of silence. Suddenly, Evan sighed. “Look—the reason I treated you that way, is because I know you’re the kind of person I could, you’re the type of person that could very easily hold my interest. And I can’t risk that sort of thing at the moment. I’m not delusional enough to think I actually have a chance, but still, I can’t get close to anyone. Besides the no fraternizing with superiors policy is pretty clear.”

  Evan laughed at shook his head again. “Sorry I’m being so lousy with my words right now. I guess, I’m just trying to say that I hope you accept my apology. And I hope we can get off to a fresh start since it looks like we’ll be together quite a bit. Professionally, I mean.”

  Crap. He meant we couldn’t take advantage of the on call room being empty, or the fact that I had noticed his cock twitch under his scrubs. He was right of course, the policy was absolute.

  And I loved my job.

  But it literally hurt not to touch him.

  CHAPTER 7

  Evan

  She just stood there looking lost. Like she was in her own head. Maybe she was. I certainly wasn’t, my brain was in my damn pants.

  Her perfectly curved smile, the way the blonde strands fell into her eyes. What was I doing in here with her? Alone.

  “Tessa?” I dipped my eyes to meet hers. She looked back at me and I watched her lips purse, like she was about to say something.

  “Screw the damn policy.” I crashed my lips into hers, and at first I could tell her was taken by surprise, but then she melted into me. I pushed her back against the door, my one hand trapping her beneath me. But she was no prisoner, she wanted it as much as I did.

  Fuck she tasted good. Like honey.

  Sweat beaded on my forehead.

  “Evan, what are we doing?” She said between kisses.

  “We’re breaking the rules.” I knew it when I said it. But I didn’t care, because all I wanted was her.

  No matter how much I wanted to play with her first, I couldn’t hold myself back. There wasn’t much time before we were found out, but it would be enough for what I had in mind. I pulled my pants and boxers down and then I grabbed her scrubs to help her to do the same. I turned her around and pressed her against the door, sliding my hand over her big ass.

  “Try to keep quiet.”

  “Yes doctor.”

  Oh hell, that did me in. I pulled down her white lacey panties and kissed the backs of her thighs. She immediately spread her legs for me. I slipped a finger in, and then another pumping her slowly.

  “Do you want me?” I growled in her ear.

  “So much.”

  I stood and she pushed her sweet ass out to me bracing herself on the door. I leaned around her and locked it before burying my dick in her sweet folds.

  I pumped slowly at first, feeling her tense with every push.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Just as I was about to pick up the pace I heard talking on the other side of the door. “I think she’s in recovery but right now I just need some sleep, I’ll talk to you in a couple hours.”

  Shit.

  I pulled out and quickly we both got dressed, just as the doctor on the other side tried the handle.

  “Is someone in there?”

  “Be out in a minute,” I grumbled. Can’t a man just get some time to screw a hot nurse in the on-call room? Jesus.

  “Tessa, when we walk out, go in different directions. Sorry we didn’t get to..”

  “Finish?” She offered, her fuck me eyes still boring into my soul.

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe another time.”

  I opened the door to see a young female doctor I didn’t recognize waiting impatiently.

  “Room’s all yours,” I said as Tessa slipped out. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass as she bounced away.

  The doctor clucked her tongue, “You know the policy, Dr. Sholly.”

  “Yeah, I sure as hell do. I also heard you say you were skipping checking on a patient’s recovery to get some sleep. So we’re even, right?”

  She rolled her eyes but pushed past me into the on-call room. Let her wonder what happened in there. I still was.

  CHAPTER 8

  Tessa

  “You’re very lucky, you know that?” I said, as I finished applying the last of the bandages for man in front of me. He was an elderly gentleman who’d been brought in by his daughter for the burns he’d sustained on his hand from a mishap while cooking breakfast.

  “Clumsy is more like it,” his daughter said, though not unkindly. “I’ve told you time and time again, Dad, if you’re hungry, just let me know! I’ll fix you something to eat. You know you aren’t supposed to bother with the stove.”

  The man grumbled under his breath. “I’m not six feet under yet. And I still know how to cook. Besides, you were sleeping. Why would I wake you?”

  His daughter sighed. “You see what I have to deal with?” she said to me, shaking her head. “Okay, Dad—”

  “Besides, it was just an accident. The damned skillet was heavier than I remember it being.”

  I chuckled. “Yes, those skillets can be tricky sometimes,” I said.

  “You see! She gets it!” He wagged a finger at his daughter. “Did you switch skillets around on me while I wasn’t looking?”

  “Dad, I was sleeping. Remember?”

  “Oh…that’s right.”

  “Well, Mr. Weaver, just be a bit more careful next time, all right?” I said.

  “All right, beautiful.” He winked. “Maybe next time, I’ll cook breakfast for you.”

  All I could
do was laugh as his daughter rolled her eyes. “And that’s the one thing that will never change about the old man. Always such a flirt,” she said.

  “I need a toilet,” Mr. Weaver said abruptly.

  “It’s right down the hall,” I said. “Make a left.”

  “Hang on, Dad,” his daughter said.

  “I don’t have time to hang on,” he said, hurriedly shuffling out of the room.

  “Your dad is sweet,” I said. “People his age—they just like to feel helpful, that’s all. So maybe have him cook with you and give him small tasks to do. Make him feel like he’s contributing sometimes.”

  “You know, that’s a great idea,” she said. “Thank you—”

  “Tessa.”

  “Thank you, Tessa.” We shook hands before she hurried after her father.

  I smiled to myself, thinking of how Mr. Weaver reminded me of my own grandfather. It was the first time I’d smiled all day, despite the fact that Evan had been constantly running through my mind.

  I focused on organizing Mr. Weaver’s files, oblivious to everything around me until one particular sentence caught my attention.

  “Child Protective Services are on their way.”

  I came to a screeching halt, overhearing one of the nurses speaking to an intern that was shadowing her for the week.

  Up until that point, my thoughts had been thoroughly preoccupied with Evan. I’d seen him almost immediately upon starting the shift, and butterflies had floated through my stomach as if I was a teenager, laying eyes on my first crush. But he had ignored me completely. To say I was taken aback was an understatement. But I tried to brush it off, telling myself it was no big deal. After all, we both needed to stay professional; it’s not like we could spend the day holed up in the on call room. But damn if I didn’t want to be.

  My pussy ached as flashes of yesterday filled my mind. His hands on my skin, our scrubs on the floor, the chance that someone could need us at any moment and come barreling in. It was all too much.

  Once I found out that I’d been assigned to another doctor for the day, my reservations were further soothed. I knew that it would look suspicious if Evan went out of his way to talk to me when I wasn’t even working with him today. So as we passed each other in the halls, I kept my brave face on and was determined to not be bothered by the lack of contact between us.