Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I picked up my phone and called a friend. He was a doctor, his office was close, and I trusted him.
He answered quickly. “Alex?”
“Sam, you in the office?”
“Yes.”
“I need a huge favor.”
“Name it.”
“I need a shot. I’m having an allergic reaction, and I can’t really come there. I’m at the office.”
“Reaction to?”
I drew in a deep breath. “Latex and spermicide.”
There was silence for a moment. “I’ll be there in ten.”
I hung up and looked at Myers, who was staring at me, stricken.
“You should go.”
“But—”
“He’ll be here in a minute. You need to go. Now.”
She stood, grabbing her coat and purse. There was an awkward silence, then she hurried away. I shut my eyes, knowing I should reach out, say something. Comfort her. Tell her I would come see her after. But the outside door shut, and she was gone. I hung my head. Once again, my inability to communicate on a personal level had reared its ugly head, and I had hurt her feelings.
I would have to make up for it tomorrow.
If I survived tonight.
The shot took thirty seconds, and Sam waited until it was done before starting the jokes.
“I guess we don’t need to have the whole being safe talk. Well, not entirely, but…”
“Ha-ha-ha.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Nope.”
“In the office, huh?”
“Leave it alone.”
He picked up the little bag from the corner of my desk. “None of these will work for you unless you’re looking to die. I’m not even sure how much protection they offer.”
“I figured that. I’ll return them to the lady.”
He held up one. “This glow-in-the-dark one might be fun. Now you see it, now you don’t. Adult magic. Or, you know, a fun Star Wars game. Where is the lightsaber now?”
“Stop it,” I demanded, trying not to laugh. Myers would love that game.
He dug into his bag, handing me a box. “These, ah, will protect your junk. I really don’t want to have to look at it again.” Then he handed me a tube of cream. “This will calm the exterior itch. You’ll be fine in the morning. Ready to rock and roll again. Although you might be a bit sensitive.”
“Thanks.”
“Maybe check next time. And I suggest, once again, keeping an EpiPen on hand.”
I grunted, but I wondered if maybe he was right.
“I was caught up in the moment.”
“Obviously.”
“You wanna get a beer and a burger?” He grinned. “I mean, obviously, you can’t fuck the rest of the night. Might as well catch up.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you have the worst bedside manner around?”
“Nah, my patients love me. I’m serious with them, but if I can’t have fun teasing my friend over his swollen pecker, what good is being a doctor?”
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket, wincing a little as the movement brushed my sore dick against the material of the sweats I had changed into.
“What good, indeed? Come on. I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do. We agreed never to look at each other’s balls years ago.”
“Shut it.”
“You can look at mine if it would make it less embarrassing. Tit for tat sort of thing. Of course, mine aren’t red and itchy or unnaturally the size of baseballs, but still, they’re impressive.”
I groaned. It was going to be a long night.
The day started like shit, got fabulous, but appeared to be ending on a low note.
I hoped tomorrow would be better.
Chapter Fourteen
BANE
Myers wasn’t at her desk when I arrived the next morning. I wondered if she was still angry with me. She had every right to be. Once again, I had crossed the line with her in the office, and then I had been the one angry. It wasn’t her fault. I kept condoms at my condo that were safe for me to use. I usually had a few in my private bathroom in case I was seeing someone. But it had been a while, and I hadn’t thought to stock up.
I wondered how Myers would feel if I asked her to order some for me, telling her my preferred brand but letting her pick out the style. Ribbed. Intense pleasure dots. They had a few choices. I wasn’t sure about the glow-in-the-dark variety, but she could check it out and we could try the whole adult magic show thing. Or the lightsaber trick. Whichever she preferred.
But first, I had to smooth things over, man up, and apologize.
I was on the phone when she walked in, carrying coffee and a small cello-wrapped package that she slid onto my desk. I watched her from across the room, where I was leaning by the window as I spoke to one of my favorite garden centers about some special shrubs I would need for the resort. She slid the package closer to the center of the desk, then hesitated and pulled the card I could see out of the cellophane and slid it into her pocket. She turned, briefly meeting my eyes before going back to her desk, shutting the door behind her.