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A Nurse for a Badass
A Nurse for a Badass
Chapter 1
Alexis Ballard looked at the plate in front of her and smiled. She took a sip of her coffee and sighed.
“Tasha Macdonald, you know me so damn well,” she said as she took a bite of her pumpkin ginger waffles.
“You are the only person who I know doesn’t like the traditional vanilla waffles,” Tasha said with a smile. “And this is the only place I know that serves breakfast throughout the day.”
“You have to try the pumpkin ginger waffles to know what the fuss is all about,” Alexis said matter of factly. “So, how is life at the ER anyway?” she asked as she took a bite of her waffles.
“The usual. People being stupid getting broken bottles in the head and others smoking in a gas station…you know how it goes,” Tasha said. She took a bite of her eggs. “To be honest, I envy you. Having just one patient must be heavenly.”
“Not the one I have,” Alexis said holding up her fork.
“Oh come on, you work for Sean Elliot.” Tasha leaned forward and looked into her best friend’s eyes. “And I know for a fact that you have had a crush on him for the longest time.”
Alexis smiled. Tasha was right. She did have a crush on Sean Elliot since she knew what having sexual feelings meant. Sean was not only one of the Top 40 Under 40 men in the United States, he was also the hottest man she had ever known. Sean was a tall, muscular, green-eyed man known for his competitive MMA championships. He had beautifully thick brown hair that he kept a little longer than most fighters would have preferred to. The long strands of his hair always seemed to frame his face, giving him that timeless teenage heartthrob look he seemed to pull off so well. Until recently, he had been the greatest MMA fighter. His skill was unmatched thanks to the extensive training from one of the best people in the field. But a couple of months back, Sean had suffered an injury that guaranteed some four to six months out of the ring and because of who he was, he chose to recuperate at home under the care of a private nurse, and as fate would have it, Alexis got the job.
“And now you get to see every inch of his marvelous body,” Tasha said again. Alexis rolled her eyes.
“It’s not as glamorous as you think,” she said. “I mean, fine, I get to manage his pain killers and make sure his blood pressure is right, but he can be stubborn.”
“What do you mean?”
“He loves his scotch, keeps getting out of bed even though his fracture is not fully healed…it’s like he is trying to live out his life as if nothing happened.” Alexis took another bite of her waffles. “He is a fucking headache. I’ll tell you that much.”
“Oh come on, you know you like it,” Tasha said with a smile.
“I didn’t say I hate working with Sean, it’s just that seeing him wrecking his chances of ever working again…it’s maddening.”
“So, it’s Sean now, huh? No more Mr. Elliot?” Tasha asked with a smile.
“He told me to call him Sean because I didn’t like being called Nurse Ballard,” Alexis pointed out.
“And the two of you being on first name basis has nothing to do with the fact that you stroke yourself every night with him on your mind?” Tasha asked. Alexis looked up at her, her cheeks flushed.
“I most certainly do not,” she said as she stared daggers at her best friend.
“Denial much?” Tasha asked. Alexis rolled her eyes. “Please, you know as well as I do that I am right,” Tasha added as she took another sip of her juice.
“There is nothing going on between Sean and I, period.” Alexis said making Tasha smile.
“So, who did you leave him with now that you are way out here with me?” Tasha asked.
“Marisol, the maid is there with him. He’s already had all his medication and I am only away for a couple of hours. He should be still asleep when I get back,” Alexis said. “But that rarely happens since he doesn’t want to sleep out the pain.”
“Who doesn’t want to sleep out the pain?” Tasha asked and Alexis rolled her eyes.
“You don’t know the half of it. But like I said earlier, it is not as glamorous as you think it is,” she added.
“Well, if you say so.” There was a sly smile on Tasha’s lips.
“I do say so, and enough about me. What about you? What is going on in your life that I should know about?” Alexis started. “And before you answer me, I don’t mean work.” Tasha shrugged.
“What if everything you need to know revolves around work?” she asked and Alexis’ eyes grew wide. Tasha had been eyeing this fast respondent for almost two years without ever saying as much as a ‘hello’ to him. “Michael Wyler,” Tasha said in a soft voice. The tone in her voice was almost dreamy.