by Rae Daniel
When I Make You Mine
Reeling from a recent break-up, Anne is surprised when she meets Jim, her handsome ER doctor. She’s been burned one too many times before, with the most recent relationship fail happening not even an hour before they meet! Catching her on-again-off-again now definitely-off-again boyfriend with her roommate, in her own living room, was definitely not how she planned on spending her Saturday. She definitely didn’t plan on spending it in the ER either!
It’s not been Anne’s best day, to say the least!
Jim’s been looking for ‘The One’ for what seems like forever. His work hours limit his dating life and any women who come into the ER are either drunk out of their minds or are on enough drugs to make rock stars jealous. Getting involved with a patient is the last thing that he wants or needs.
Until Anne.
Will Jim and Anne get their happy ever after or does Ben, her best guy friend, have intentions of his own?
Sometimes, you have to close your eyes and listen to your heart in order to see the future.
When I Make You Mine
The Richmond Series - Book 1
Rae Daniel
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Edited by Celia Aaron and Sloane Howell
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To my fantastic husband Mac. Love you.
Table of Contents
Chapter One: The Douchebag
Chapter Two: The Hospital
Chapter Three: Observation
Chapter Four: Recovery
Chapter Five: The Follow-up
Chapter Six: Girl Talk
Chapter Seven: The House Call
Chapter Eight: Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend
Chapter Nine: The Laundry
Chapter Ten: The Other Guy
Chapter Eleven: The Next Steps
Chapter Twelve: The Diner
Chapter Thirteen: The Reveal
Epilogue:
Chapter One: The Douchebag
Anne
Holy fucking shit I think I’m gonna die. This cold has come on fast and strong, there is no way that it’s normal. It’s got to be Ebola or something. Have I been in contact with someone from a foreign country in the last 21 days? Hell no. Do I even look fancy enough to know someone who has traveled to a foreign country and back? Hell no, again. Closest I could get to being associated with someone from a foreign country might be to someone who is from Mexico and even that would be a stretch.
Cough, cough, cough.
Oh Lord kill me now, my head's about to explode.
I finally crawl to a sitting position and get out of bed, catching a whiff of my armpits at the same time. Damn, I stink. If I could only stand for more than two minutes I would take a shower. I feel like puking just sitting here. My two-day-old sweats with holes in the crotch, knees, waistband and missing fake diamonds down the side are yucky. My tank top is clinging to me like a second skin and my hair is so greasy it’s all in individual pieces. I do not pull off the “I’ve not showered” look well in any way shape or form.
Tom, my on-again-off-again-I-guess-we’re-on-again “friend” has been here for four hours and has not once come in to check to see if I am okay. The flat screen. It gobbles men up like a tornado. But that’s no excuse. He can hear me coughing up here. I know he can. Even the neighbor on the other side of the wall called to make sure I wasn’t dying. But brain dead downstairs can’t muster up the balls to walk up the stairs to call through the door to ask if I need anything? Jerk.
Eventually, I start making my way slowly to the door.
Why is everything spinning?
Slowly but surely I make it to the door and open it. I stop at the top of the stairs and hear what sounds like moaning. As I listen in a little longer I can distinctly hear skin slapping against skin. It reminds me of a porno. But that can’t be, Tom wouldn’t be so insensitive and uncompassionate as that.
Would he?
Every step is a struggle as I haul my weary frame down the stairs, being careful not to fall. I’ve seen tons of movies where people fall and die on stairs, and I am not about to do that when douchebag needs to be properly put in his place.
“Fuck, Amanda your tits feel so good.”
Stop the show. Did I just hear what I thought I heard?
Did Tom, the braindead, jerk, insensitive, uncompassionate, douchebag, piece of shit just say something about tits and my roommate's name in the same sentence? Being as stealthy as I can be when I am on death's door, I don’t want to give them one second to hide this freakshow. I continue down the stairs.
“Oh damn it Tom, keep it up, yeah, yeah just...ohmigod, I’m gonna come, baby. Fuckin pound me. Harder. Shiiiittttt.”
Yep, so this is how this is going to go. I’m not only going to walk in on them, she is going to be sexually satisfied. Perfect.
“I’m right behind you babe, just like always.”
Even more perfect, he’s going to be sexually satisfied as well before I get my ass down there. I am completely out of breath from that trek down the stairs. Damn, I gotta see a doctor.
Pound, pound, grunt, soft pound.
Silence.
Wait a minute, did he say “just like always”?
I finally round the corner and find my on-again-definitely-off-again “friend” Tom and my roommate, Amanda on the floor butt naked. She’s on all fours and he’s hunched over her from behind pawing at her tits. At the same time I take in their location. They have not only decided to bump uglies in my house but they are doing it in the middle of my living room, right in front of my flat screen T.V., which seems to now be displaying a similar image to what I am seeing but only from a different angle.
Holy fucking shit on a stick. They recorded it. I think I’m gonna throw up, again.
Mustering up all the energy I had stored up from being in bed for two days, I ball my hands into fists of rage and let them have it. “I don’t know what the fuck the two of you think you’re doing but I am going to give you five seconds to get your asses up and out of my house, you sorry pathetic pieces of shit.” Maybe that would have sounded more authoritative if I hadn’t coughed on every other word but hey, they got the gist. I got the point across. Mission accomplished.
“Baby, it’s not what it looks like. Amanda, had a cramp that she couldn’t get out and and I, uh, had to work like the devil to help her out. You know I don’t even like her. You gotta believe me honey, it wasn’t what you think, sweetie.”
“Baby? Honey? Sweetie?” My soon to be ex-roommate Amanda, has now covered herself up with a blanket, one of my treasured Yankee blankets mind you. She’s a pretty girl with short blonde hair and a heart shaped face. I would say she is cute more than she is beautiful but right now I can only see red.
Seemingly unconcerned that I just caught her banging my so-called-boyfriend, she turns to me as her chin starts to quiver, making me think the enormity of the situation has finally sunk in. Looking to me with shame in h
er water filled eyes she whispers, “I’m sorry, Anna.”
Now Amanda might not be my best friend right at the moment but I have to give her props for coming clean. What she says next would have had me almost doubling over in laughter if I wasn’t coughing up a lung and still pretty pissed.
“And Tom, if you ever bring your sorry ass, tiny pathetic excuse for a dick near me again I will chop off what little of an appendage that you have and shove it up your asshole.”
As Amanda finishes her statement, Tom scrambles up and grabs everything, then looks around frantically toward the location that the camera should be. To his shock, it is already in my hands and is about to be thrown into the side of my historical brick interior wall. That wall has seen the Civil War. It can withstand anything that Sony can put together times ten. And just before he reaches me I launch that bitch straight at said wall and watch it burst into a million pieces. At the same time, I toss the memory card onto the century old hardwood floor, despite my lack of energy, crush it like a bug.
Tom is sputtering around trying to pick up the pieces, muttering something about stupid bitches, but I don’t pay him any mind. He’s dead to me as of five seconds ago.
Next, I turn around to face Amanda. Ms. A-man-da-hug-and-kiss. Yes, she gained some props for coming clean but I am not an idiot. You can’t fix this with any amount of apologies.
“Thank you for telling me the truth. Finally. You have five minutes to pack your shit and get the fuck out.”
She is smart enough to just nod and walk to her room down the hall. I don’t need her money anyway; it was just nice to have a friend. Apparently she was getting more out of the deal than I was. No wonder Tom always wanted to stay up later after I went to bed. I’m glad I never gave it up to him. I must have known deep down that he was nothing but a piece of shit.
Cough, cough, cough, wheeeeze, cough.
Oh fuck, I think I’m going to pass out.
Quickly I fumble for my phone and dial Renee, my best friend in the whole world, who would take a bullet for me before she ever pulled shit like Amanda did.
It rings once.
“I’m so glad you called, I’ve been trying over and over since this morning. Are you okay? You didn’t look well at all last night and I thought maybe some sleep would do you good. Did it do you some go-”
“I’m about to die! Come and get me and take me to Mercy Medical.”
“Be there in five.”
Thankfully, she knows how to stop her rambling when needed. I love that bitch. We have been best friends since we were two awkward, pubescent twelve-year-olds.
Chapter Two: The Hospital
Anne
True to her word, Renee comes barreling in to save me. Thankfully, fuck-stick and ho-bag have left.
“Jesus, you look like hell warmed over.” Ren swivels her head looking for someone's ass to whip.
“Thanks. Now can you help me get to the hospital or not?”
Cough, cough, cough.
We gone.
As she rushes me to Mercy Medical, I take in the view. I really do live in the most beautiful part of Richmond. The city itself has some of the country's most historical buildings and the Civil War era architecture is some of my favorite. All classical red brick on narrow homes that are deeper than they are wide. Not one is under three stories. The streets are lined in mature trees covered in ivy that curves and curls along the way. Nothing but red and green during this time of year.
Ren must’ve been doing warp speed, and I didn’t even know it. We make it to the hospital in ten minutes when it should have taken a good twenty.
“You do know you passed out and started wheezing don’t you? Do you remember me pulling the car over and shaking you to make sure you were still alive?”
Hmmm. “Yes?”
“Don’t move. I’m going to get you a wheelchair.”
God, I love her.
Only a few cars are scattered across the ER parking lot, so hopefully I won’t have to wait too long. I’ve heard horror stories where people have to wait for ten hours to be seen for a cold. I don’t want to go through that. She wheels me inside.
At Registration they ask for my name and identification.
Oh for the love of everything holy.
“I’ve got it right here. We’re good.” Ren digs around in my purse and fishes out what she's after. When she finds what she's looking for, she hands it to the nurse and then shoots me a wide eyed glare.
Crap.
If she says anything about the bullet vibrator in my purse I will take her down. Being in this wheelchair puts me into a low center of gravity type position. I could tackle her football style to get her to shut up. Thankfully she says nothing and continues to give the nurse my information.
Just as we are waiting to check in a gorgeous male nurse walks up. He’s all tall-dark-and-handsome with a chiseled face and he is sporting the cutest smile that I think I’ve ever seen. The scrubs that he is wearing barely contain his muscles. The fabric is clearly pulling tight on his broad muscles. Then I look at his eyes. They are the most arresting hazel color that I’ve ever seen. They almost shine, even in this dark and dank hospital. They have this glass-like feature to them that seem to almost reflect back at you. Absolutely mesmerizing.
“Do you need vitals?” Mark's sexy ass turns to Becky, the nurse demanding every detail of my life.
“Yes, please. Thank you.” Becky smiles at Mark. She better get off my Kool Aid.
“Yes Mark, you hot tottie; get over here and check my breasts.”
Oh holy shit did I just say that out loud?
Renee is about to explode with laughter so I must’ve said it loud enough for everyone to hear. I risk a glance at the hot nurse and yep, he heard it too. His cheeks and ears are completely red as a blush covers his whole face.
Kill me now.
I’m sure he has heard worse from delirious patients. And, it’s never a bad time for a boob check. Too bad I, in my delirious state, think right here and now is the best time apparently.
Thankfully, he says nothing further and sidesteps my comment like a pro. He must get that a lot. “Let's get you checked out, miss.”
As they push me into the ER the entire room starts to spin and I am about to puke again. The bright lights are giving me a migraine the size of Texas and good lord, what do they use to clean this place with? I cannot breathe without smelling the acid/clorox-like smell.
With my senses bombarding me, making me physically sick to my stomach, I notice that I’ve lost Renee. I look around wildly wondering where she is and am worried that she won’t be able to find me. I’m now scared that they won’t let her back because she’s not family. Damn, I don’t want to be back here alone.
Nurse Bangable is back at my side, “Don’t worry miss, your friend just went to park the car. I’ll make sure she gets back to you when she comes back in.”
“Nurse Bangable Pants, you’re the best.”
Fuuuuucccckkk! I said that outloud.
I hear a faint chuckle and chalk it up to him being okay with my half delirious talk. Closing my eyes, I enjoy the ride. Where are they taking me? Canada? Just as I start to get annoyed, I am wheeled into a decent room that is probably eight feet by eight feet wide with a small window in front facing the nurse’s station and a door. I think there is even a bathroom attached. Score!
Suddenly I am airborne. Nurse Bangable has lifted me in all of my sick and sexy gloriousness onto the bed and drawn the blanket over my legs. “Didn’t want you to get hurt,” he says with a wink and a smile.
How this day has turned into something nice, I have no idea. Then I notice it. His wedding ring. Ah well, at least he’s a nice one. That will still go in the spank bank.
After Mr. Married Nurse Bangable saunters off, I wait a few minutes before the ER nurse walks in to check everything out from head to toe. I’ve not seen a doctor at all since this started three days ago, so she has to start from the beginning. Lucky her.
“Hey ho
ney, I’m Nurse Vicki, I’ll be checking you out until the doc comes in okay?”
“Okay.”
“How are you feeling today?”
“Like dog meat.”
“Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. Tell me everything that’s been happening.”
I proceeded to give her a litany of coughs, headaches, and fevers that have been going on for days.
“That doesn’t sound like a lot of fun. I’m gonna draw some blood for a full panel and listen to your chest.”
As she starts to move around on my left, another person comes into the room on my right and sits down. I don’t really pay attention but for some reason the nurse starts to do a bit of fluttering. It’s freaking me out.
Has she found something wrong?
Are my symptoms worse than even I imagined?
Am I going to die?
As my internal debate continues she starts looking at my arm, then over to my right, down to her paper, back over to my right. I watch her in fascination because she is tending to me but at the same time, acting a bit strangely. It’s amazing. From what I hear, ER nurses could eat their own young without batting an eyelash, so seeing this one flustered has me all confused.
What the fuck? I look over to my right.
Holy Hotness!
Does this hospital only employ hot ass men? I thought Nurse Bangable was good looking. This one puts all men to shame. He is built, like a brick wall built, like a football player built. But not one of those gargantuan linebackers. He’s more of a running back kind of guy who is tall and muscular in all the right places, without being overly bulky. He’s got to be around six foot two to six-four, easy. His face is all angles and sharp edges but he has the scruff of a two day beard, light brown hair, and eyes as clear as the sky. He must have some Nordic blood in him because he looks like a Viking Warrior, minus the axe, leather pants, and clothes made from bears. I wonder if he just started his shift because he’s in brown pants, a light green button-up shirt, and a green tie. No scrubs for this guy. Too bad, I love me some ass in scrubs.