I’m irresistible but really Imani you are going to have to toughen up. I happen to favor you and I would not want to see that pretty head of yours injured. In case you haven’t noticed, I am not in any condition to see to it that you land in my arms and not on the metal floor of this ambulance.” Well that was unexpected, infuriating and flattering all at the same time. Toughen up, I’ll show him tough, and obviously I would never expect him to catch me falling, what an ass. I know I’m irresistible , ugh really? Screw you Mr. Conceited. I straighten up and lean away from the unexplainable intoxication surrounding him and gather myself. “Mr. Castillo, you are one cocky son of a bitch, and I will never require you to prevent me from falling, you need to refrain from flirting with me. We have a professional relationship when I am your nurse and you will do well to file that bit of information away for future reference,” I snap…so shove that in your pipe and smoke it HA! I can’t believe I just told this man that I am hopelessly into that he is a cocky son of a bitch. Shit, I hope I didn’t push him too far. He is taken aback but only for a few seconds before he roars with laughter. When he catches his breath from whatever the hell is so hilarious he finally speak
“Oh Imani, your quick, smart mouth slays me- no one has ever spoken to me that way…no one, in fact I hope the driver didn’t hear that. I have a reputation to uphold as a cocky son of a bitch you know!”
I am at a loss for words, what do I do with that remark? I feel the ambulance slow and I’m more than a little happy when it pulls to a halt. I’m glad were getting out of this fucking box. I should have followed in my own car. The ambulance driver swings open the doors and light floods into the cab. It’s an unusually sunny fall day in Seattle; I love the warmth on my face. When I hop out, the beauty of the grounds surrounding Marcus’s house stuns me, no “house” doesn’t even come close to describing this place- it actually looks very much like a castle. There are two stone towers one on either side of a set of grand double doors that are curiously painted purple. Those doors open instantly when we begin unloading the stretcher. A man with a tight businesslike expression strides toward us. He looks to be at least ten years older than Marcus. “I’m Mr. Black,” he introduces himself to me curtly. “You must be the nurse.”
“Uh yes, that’s me, Imani.” This man is intimidating, but not in the same way that Marcus is. It’s more like he is a drill sergeant and this is my first day in boot camp. Mr. Black is about 5 foot 11 inches tall with crystal blue eyes. His skin is tan, and from what I can tell he’s in pretty good shape, bald, borderline handsome, and he has a frightening scar on his cheek that runs the full length of his neck. “Yes Mr. Black, this is Imani Jefferson; she will be staying with us for a while until I am able to get around on my own. Ready the room next to mine, so she will be easily accessible to me,” Marcus instructs. Oh no, he doesn’t! He’s not manipulating me into living here, that wasn’t in the agreement and he damn well knows it!
“Nice to meet you Mr. Black, there will be no need for a room, I’ll be going home at night and returning each morning. I have my own home” I say, looking directly at Marcus to make sure he understands. He isn’t pleased, but he accepts my objection for now. Somehow I know this isn’t the end of the subject.
“Mr. Black, make up a room anyway, just in case Ms. Jefferson needs to lie down, she becomes faint quite easily.” He’s biting his lip, trying not to laugh at me. I’m fuming. Mr. Black looks at me with raised eyebrows. Mr. Black looks back and forth between us. I glare at Marcus, but stubbornly I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reply.
“Do as your please Mr. Black, I don’t need a room, and don’t mind him, he hit his head in
“Oh Imani, your quick, smart mouth slays me- no one has ever spoken to me that way…no one, in fact I hope the driver didn’t hear that. I have a reputation to uphold as a cocky son of a bitch you know!”
I am at a loss for words, what do I do with that remark? I feel the ambulance slow and I’m more than a little happy when it pulls to a halt. I’m glad were getting out of this fucking box. I should have followed in my own car. The ambulance driver swings open the doors and light floods into the cab. It’s an unusually sunny fall day in Seattle; I love the warmth on my face. When I hop out, the beauty of the grounds surrounding Marcus’s house stuns me, no “house” doesn’t even come close to describing this place- it actually looks very much like a castle. There are two stone towers one on either side of a set of grand double doors that are curiously painted purple. Those doors open instantly when we begin unloading the stretcher. A man with a tight businesslike expression strides toward us. He looks to be at least ten years older than Marcus. “I’m Mr. Black,” he introduces himself to me curtly. “You must be the nurse.”
“Uh yes, that’s me, Imani.” This man is intimidating, but not in the same way that Marcus is. It’s more like he is a drill sergeant and this is my first day in boot camp. Mr. Black is about 5 foot 11 inches tall with crystal blue eyes. His skin is tan, and from what I can tell he’s in pretty good shape, bald, borderline handsome, and he has a frightening scar on his cheek that runs the full length of his neck. “Yes Mr. Black, this is Imani Jefferson; she will be staying with us for a while until I am able to get around on my own. Ready the room next to mine, so she will be easily accessible to me,” Marcus instructs. Oh no, he doesn’t! He’s not manipulating me into living here, that wasn’t in the agreement and he damn well knows it!
“Nice to meet you Mr. Black, there will be no need for a room, I’ll be going home at night and returning each morning. I have my own home” I say, looking directly at Marcus to make sure he understands. He isn’t pleased, but he accepts my objection for now. Somehow I know this isn’t the end of the subject.
“Mr. Black, make up a room anyway, just in case Ms. Jefferson needs to lie down, she becomes faint quite easily.” He’s biting his lip, trying not to laugh at me. I’m fuming. Mr. Black looks at me with raised eyebrows. Mr. Black looks back and forth between us. I glare at Marcus, but stubbornly I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reply.
“Do as your please Mr. Black, I don’t need a room, and don’t mind him, he hit his head in
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