Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“What’s in the cup?” I asked.
“Hot toddy,” she answered. “The elderly tech, Noreen, swears by them. I tried it one day a few months ago and I feel like it actually works.”
“Guess I’ll give it a try,” I grumbled as I weakly pushed myself up.
She shoved a few pillows behind my back, propping me up as best as she could, and waited until I was steady to hand me the hot drink.
I carefully sipped it.
“It’s not too bad,” I remarked.
Other than the alcohol being a little tart, the honey gave it a nice sweet flavor.
And the hotness factor soothed my aching throat.
She waited for me to finish before she took the glass from me and said, “Meds next.”
I took everything she handed me with small sips of water, handing the bottle back to her when I was done.
“This sucks,” I grumbled as I leaned farther backward.
“The flu isn’t fun,” she agreed. “Did your niece give it to you?”
“Yes,” I grumbled. “Though she’s faring way better than I am right now.”
“Kids usually do,” she agreed again. “I was actually coming here to thank you.”
I opened my eyes to look at her.
“What for?” I asked.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and if I had the energy, I would’ve grinned.
“Hate to be the bearer of bad moods, but I probably contaminated everything with flu,” I admitted. “You might want to spray some disinfectant on everything.”
She snorted. “If I’m going to get it, it’s going to happen whether I spray that down or not.”
She had a point.
“Sorry,” I apologized. “I truly should’ve read the warning signs. But I didn’t like the idea of you not taking any of that money for yourself.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and I blinked open my eyes, surprised to find them closed.
She looked concerned as she held out a few saltine crackers to me.
“Here.”
I took two of the four she held out and nibbled on them, very aware of the crumb mess that I was making on myself and the bed.
She reached toward me and swept them off the bed as best as she could.
“Thanks,” I murmured as I reached for the water she’d handed me earlier.
She took it from me and twisted off the lid before holding it to my lips.
I took a small sip, then smiled. “You happen to want to stay until that storm passes?”
The music and all sound ceased from the main room.
“I was going to say it’s a bit loud for you to sleep but looks like things just shut down,” she murmured. “I’ll stay for a little bit. It’s really pouring outside.”
“Like cats and dogs.” I patted the bed beside me that was closest to the wall.
She stood up and toed off her shoes.
She started to get on the bed but stopped. “I’m not climbing in the bed with these scrubs on,” she said. “They’re gross.”
I jerked my head toward the floor where I’d taken off my shirt.
She bent down and grabbed it, then disappeared into the bathroom to change.
I once again closed my eyes and only opened them again when the bed depressed beside me.
She crawled up the length of the bed in my t-shirt, and my poor body responded to the beauty in front of me despite being sick as fuck.
I slowly shimmied down until I was mostly flat with my head propped up on two pillows, then gave her one of the ones that had been propping me up.
She curled herself into a tiny ball, and I twisted until I was facing her, my body curving around hers but not quite touching her.
“Sleepy,” I muttered.
She patted my jaw. “Sleep.”
Fifteen
I’d be miserable too if I were a princess stuck inside a man’s body.
—Chevy to Cutter
CHEVY
When I next woke, it was with the knowledge that, despite being sick as a dog, I was the most comfortable I’d ever been.
I blinked one eye open to see a riot of crazy auburn hair a little bit of everywhere.
The other thing I noticed was that I was sweating profusely.
I forced myself to let her go and got up, feeling only remotely better.
I checked my phone and saw that I had about thirty missed calls, but it was the time that had me worrying.
“Shit,” I said as I turned around. “Baby, wake up. You have to be at work.”
Aella startled and sat bolt upright, trying to orient herself.
“It’s six,” I said. “You have an hour to get to work.”
She scrambled out of the bed, throwing her hair out of her face as she went.
It was the cutest thing ever.
“Sorry,” I said. “I should’ve set an alarm.”
She smiled and passed me on the way to the bathroom.
I turned to watch her quickly dress in her scrubs from yesterday, shucking the t-shirt as she did, giving me a great view of her ample ass and shapely thighs.