His Naughty Nurse: A Bad Boy Doctor Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  Her mom had stepped out to take a phone call that was lasting far too long. I didn’t have kids of my own, so I tried to refrain from judging parents too harshly. Yet, some of them really threw me for a damn loop. This little girl was sick and had a terrible fever, yet her mother saw it more important to put me on hold so that she could run her mouth on the phone. Not only was this rude, for I could be needed for another patient at any moment, but it also just seemed careless. I drummed my fingers on my knee as the girl continued to stare at me.

  “What’s your name again?” I asked.

  The girl blinked with her peaky eyes. “Sarah.”

  “Sarah. Right. Such a pretty name.”

  “Then how come you couldn’t remember it?”

  It was my turn to blink. Little smarty-pants, I thought to myself. I forced a smile. “Because it’s really early and I should still be sleeping.”

  “It’s not early. This is what time I go to school.”

  “Well, I haven’t been in school for a very long time, so this hour just isn’t practical for me.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Old.”

  “How old is old?”

  “Grown.”

  The girl crossed her little arms across her chest.

  I was reminded of yet another reason I preferred the night shift; I was no good at working with or entertaining children; they were few and far between during the night shift.

  I sighed. “So…do you like stickers, Sarah?”

  “What kind of stickers?”

  “Well, let’s see what we can find here.” I stood from my seat, trying to recall where I’d seen the nurses retrieve stickers from. I knew a stash was kept somewhere in the examining room for the children that came in. However, I had never needed to find the stash before, so I’d never really paid attention to it.

  “Where’s Mommy?” the girl asked in a slightly sad tone.

  My thoughts exactly. “I’m sure she’ll be back any moment now.” I paused in my search for the elusive stickers, and glanced back at the girl. Tears streamed down her face. Upon finding me looking at her, she hastily wiped her eyes. A lump developed in my throat at the sight of her wrists—or the marks on them, rather.

  “Sarah…?” But before I could say anything more, someone drew back the curtain to our room. For a second, I thought it was the girl’s mother. But instead, Tessa Kennery peeked in at us. Our eyes instantly met for a second that felt like an eternity before Tessa shifted her gaze to the little girl. “How are we doing in here?” she asked.

  The little girl was still rubbing her eyes. Tessa’s brow wrinkled; she was still beautiful even with a frown on her face. I stood frozen on the spot as I watched her approach the child and kneel down before her.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Tessa asked.

  “I don’t feel good,” she said.

  Tessa glanced back at me.

  I shook my head and cleared my throat. “Sarah has a fever. She’s going to need some antibiotics. We’re just…waiting for her mom to return.”

  I saw it this time—the slight flash of panic that appeared on Sarah’s face when I mentioned her mother.

  “I see,” Tessa said. She met my eye again, and I struggled to figure out how to discreetly indicate the marks on the child’s wrist.

  “Sarah tells me that she enjoys stickers. I was just trying to find some for her, but they seem to be hiding from us.”

  “Is that so?” Tessa said, standing up. “Well, I’m sure those stickers can’t hide from me.” She winked at Sarah and crossed the room toward me. “Excuse me, doctor.” I thought I detected the slightest bit of snark in her voice, but there was no time to contemplate it. She brushed past me and our arms just grazed each other. My cock twitched in anticipation. Dammit. This was getting worse by the second.

  Behind me, she opened a cabinet I hadn’t made my way to yet. When she opened it, she pulled out a jar that contained not only stickers, but lollipops as well. She turned back towards Sarah with a smile on her face as she shook the jar at her. “You see—I told you they couldn’t hide from me!”

  Sarah giggled through her tears. “He couldn’t find them.”

  Tessa glanced at me. “Well, that’s because he’s a boy. You know, boys don’t always know as much as they think they do.”

  The significance of her comment wasn’t lost on me and I was forcibly reminded of how rude I’d been to her the day before. “I won’t deny that,” I said. Tessa glanced at me once again, as if she could decipher the thoughts behind my words.

  “Here you go, sweetie,” she said, offering the jar to Sarah. “Pick whichever ones you want.”

  Sarah reached into the jar to get a green lollipop and a sticker of some kind of Disney princess.

  Tessa gasped.

  “What?” Sarah said.

  But I already knew what had caused Tessa’s gasp; she had spotted the marks on the girl’s wrist as she reached for the sticker.

  Tessa cleared her throat. “Oh nothing,” she said. “It’s just…you remind me of someone.”

  “Who?”

  “A princess, of course. That’s how I knew you were going to pick that sticker.”

  Tessa carefully screwed the top back onto the jar and crossed the room to place it back in the cabinet. She met my eye along the way though, and I nodded, letting her know that I too had seen the marks.

  “What princess?” Sarah asked.

  “Well, let me tell you all about her.” Tessa settled down into the seat that I had previously occupied. She then launched into a story.

  “There was once a beautiful little girl who didn’t know she was a princess. One day, she woke up not feeling too good. And she was so afraid because she didn’t know what was wrong with her! So she ended up having to go to the doctor. When she got to the doctor, he checked the little girl’s eyes. And he looked into her ears. And then he checked her nose.” Tessa paused to wiggle Sarah’s nose, making the girl giggle again. “And then he placed his hand on her forehead, and he jumped. He said, ‘Why little girl, you’re burning up! Do you know what that means?’ The little girl shook her head, because she didn’t know what that meant. So he leaned in and whispered to her, ‘That means someone has put a spell on you.’”

  Sarah’s eyes widened; she was thoroughly riveted by the story.

  I, on the other hand, was thoroughly riveted by Tessa. Her ease at connecting with Sarah was astonishing. I could easily tell that she related with patients on a personal level because she cared so much. I stood there, hating myself for the way I had spoken to her the previous day.

  And my god, was she gorgeous. I found myself staring at her lips as she spoke. They were so shapely, and looked so soft, they’d be perfect around my cock.

  “The little girl asked who in the world could have put a spell on her,” Tessa continued. “And the doctor told her, ‘Someone who is very jealous of you, because you are so young and beautiful and will one day have a handsome prince who wants to take you as his bride!’”

  “Yuck!” Sarah exclaimed.

  Tessa laughed, her face brightening and those impossibly blue eyes of hers sparkling. “Oh, you won’t be saying ‘yuck’ to that in a few years!”

  “What happened next?” Sarah asked, apparently done considering whether she’d someday want a handsome prince.

  “The doctor asked the little girl if she knew anyone who wanted to hurt her, or had tried to hurt her before in the past. And the little girl—she was nervous because she was afraid she would get in trouble if she told the truth. So she decided she would have to keep it a secret. Besides, she wasn’t even sure if the people who had tried to hurt her before could do magic. So she convinced herself that she didn’t have to tell. ‘I don’t know,’ the little girl told the doctor.

  “ ‘I guess I’m just going to have to figure this out for myself,’ the doctor replied. But he knew he couldn’t really do it all alone. So he called a few of his friends and asked if any of them had psychic
powers to figure out who had put a spell on this beautiful little girl. But unfortunately, none of them were psychic. So you know what they had to do then?”

  “What?” Sarah asked.

  “They had to play detective!”

  “Like Inspector Gadget!”

  “Yes! Exactly like Inspector Gadget!”

  “Did it work?”

  “Well, the doctor and his friends, they searched all around the kingdom, trying to figure out who was casting evil spells. They went from door to door. But they couldn’t find out who did it. So they started to feel discouraged, and feared they would never know who hurt the little girl. And this worried them all a great deal, because they hated seeing such a beautiful little princess feeling bad. They wanted her to be happy and healthy.”

  “Did they ever find the bad people?”

  Tessa exchanged a quick glance with me, letting me know that she too, had caught on to the fact that the little girl asked about bad people, not a bad person.

  “Well, the little princess could see how worried the doctor and his friends were. And she saw how hard they were trying to help her. So she eventually decided that maybe she needed to go ahead and let them know who had tried hurting her before because deep down, the little girl knew that these people probably really were the ones casting spells on her. So after thinking about it for a long time, the little princess finally went up to her doctor and said, ‘I think I know who did it. I remember now!’ And she told the doctor and his friends about the bad people who had been mean to her and hurt her before. She told them that more than likely, these were the people who were jealous of her, and they had probably found ways to cast evil spells meant to hurt her.

  “The doctor and his friends were so happy the little princess told them, because she was right! So they found the bad people and made sure the little girl never got hurt again. And then the little girl grew up, met a handsome prince, and lived happily ever after.”

  Sarah had stopped crying completely now and seemed to consider the story. We all sat in silence for a moment until Tessa spoke again. “Sarah, I want you to be brave like the little princess, okay? You have to be brave while Dr. Sholly and I figure out how to make you feel better, and make sure nobody can put any evil spells on you, all right?”

  “All right,” Sarah said, nodding her head. “Can you open my lollipop for me?”

  “Of course.”

  Just as Tessa opened the lollipop, the curtain was drawn back once again. This time, it was Sarah’s mother.

  “Sorry for the wait, doc,” she said in a half-hearted apology. “So, what I miss? What’s wrong with her?”

  I glanced at Tessa. “Thank you, Tessa. Can you give us a moment?”

  “Sure thing, Dr. Sholly,” she said, and then made her exit.

  CHAPTER 7

  Tessa

  “Yes, she’s seven-years-old and has suspicious markings on her wrist,” I said over the phone. “And she seemed a little bit uncomfortable with her mother. She was just here a couple hours ago. She was suffering from a viral infection and fever.”

  “Thank you so much for filing the report, Ms. Kennery. We will be investigating the case shortly.”

  “Okay. Thank you.” With a heavy sigh, I ended the call just as Molly entered our break room, carrying her lunch with her and looking like she wanted nothing more than for the day to end.

  “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.