Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Fuck. You’re white as a marshmallow.” Rulie takes one look at the sweat rolling down my face and rushes to open my office door. “Damn flu.”
I flip him off over my shoulder as I run for my private bathroom. Minutes, hours, days later, I’m not sure how long I’ve been laying on the cool marble tile, my stomach settles enough for me to attempt to sit up. After the room stops spinning, I manage to crawl to the sofa in my office.
“What can I do for you?” Rulie comes in with his collar pulled up over his mouth and hands me a wet towel to wipe my face. “You look like shit.” He moves to stand across the room.
“Thanks,” I grumble. Laying my head back, I stare at the ceiling trying to pull myself together. “My asshole doctor best friend gave me his flu,” I state the obvious.
“Yep,” Rulie agrees. “I bet it makes rounds through the clubhouse.” He shakes his head. “I can’t wait to deal with grown men acting like toddlers.”
As he grumbles about his salary, a thought hits me. Fuck. There’s no way I can expose my girl to this crap. I’ll have to cancel our date tonight. It takes three tries, but I manage to pull my cellphone from my pocket and dial Hadley’s number.
“Hey there.” Her sweet voice sends hunger cutting through my sick body. “I just got my hair done for tonight.”
“I can’t wait to see it,” I croak. “But it won’t be tonight.”
“What’s wrong?” Her lovely voice trembles. “Are you okay?”
“I caught Hands’ bug,” I admit. “I’m sick.” God. Do I sound like a wailing toddler?
“Where are you?” she asks, and I hear her moving around in the background. “I’ll come get you. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
“No,” I refuse. There’s no way I’ll let my woman catch this shit. “I don’t want you to get this.”
“Are you at the office?”
I tell her, “Rulie is going to take me back to the clubhouse. They already have a sickroom set up for Tate.” To keep this shit from spreading, we put him in the empty quarters all the way in the back of the first floor. We’ve been taking turns dropping off fluids and over-the-counter medicines outside the door. The surly asshole has been sick for three days, so I assume that’s what I can expect. Fuck.
I promise to call her frequently, then Rulie helps me down to the garage and throws me in the backseat of my SUV. “You must be sick if you’re letting me drive,” he snorts, but the walk down has drained me. I don’t have the energy to respond.
The rest of the night is a blur. At some point, I crawl under the sheets and pass the fuck out. My body might be down for the count, but my mind still spends the night fantasizing about my girl’s luscious curves.
Over the next two days, I alternate between fighting off the flu and praying to die. Gloria keeps me hydrated and shoves fever medicine down my throat every now and then. “How’s Tate?” I ask her when she comes in to check on me.
“Annoying the hell out of us. We’re about to pull straws to see who can suffocate him with a pillow,” she teases, and I attempt to laugh but it hurts too much.
Sometime later, Rulie comes in and slaps my cellphone against my ear. “The little lady is worried you’re going to croak.” He rolls his eyes. “Reassure her we’re keeping you alive.”
“Hey, kitten.” God, my voice sounds like sandpaper. “I miss you,” I tell her.
“Are you okay?” Worry darkens her voice. “Do you need anything?”
“No, Rulie and Gloria are taking care of me.” We talk for a few minutes while I drink her in. I’ve been missing my little kitten. When my eyes begin to droop, I promise Hadley I’ll talk to her soon and reluctantly hang up.
That night, I sleep like the dead and wake up feeling much better, but three days of hell have left me weak as a newborn baby.
“Your little spitfire is demanding to talk to you.” Rulie walks into the bedroom and drops my laptop on the bed. “I told her you’d video conference her in thirty minutes. You’re fucking welcome for me thinking on my feet and giving you time to shower.” He fake shudders. “You look like hell warmed over.”
I flip him off before dragging my dead ass to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, I’m clean and totally exhausted. While I showered, Rulie put the laptop on my bed and set up the connection. Damn. I need to pay that man more.
After dropping into bed, I place the computer on my lap and dial Hadley. Her smiling face appears on the screen, and I instantly feel better. “Hey, kitten.”
“Hey there.” She leans closer. “Are you okay?”