The Infamous Ellen James(16)

"Hey, I'm going to head out. Meet me at Murphy's after you finish up?"

Amy looks up from her large stack of patient charts. "Is this you offering a tequila branch my way?"

I feign frustration and give an exaggerated sigh. "Yeah, I guess I forgive you for being such an asshole and allowing that video to go viral on YouTube."

"All right, sweet cheeks. I'll see you there once I'm done charting."

I glance up at the large white clock that sits above the nurse's station. "It's nine o'clock right now. How about you try to get out of here before ten, slacker?"

Amy scratches her cheek with her middle finger before saying, "Hey, why don't you get off my ass and go change your stank-ass scrubs?” She grins widely at me. “I'll see you around ten."

I laugh a little at her inappropriate gesture. "Like you should talk. I'm pretty sure you still have remnants of bed four's GI bleed on your pants."

She smiles at me and then looks down at her pants. "Just for that comment, I'm wearing these to the bar so you can smell me all night long."

"Okay, nasty. I'll see you around ten." I blow Amy a kiss and walk towards the locker room.

"Love your tits!" Amy yells a little too loudly for a professional hospital setting. I just shake my head, knowing full well that if I turn around, the inappropriate banter will start spewing from her mouth, so I do what any sane person would do…I keep walking.

I head to the ladies' locker room to change out of my scrubs and into something more appropriate for drinks after work. I throw on my faded skinny jeans, black knee-high riding boots, and my favorite vintage Pink Floyd tank. I love this tank because it is so comfortable and shows just enough cleavage to give a little sex appeal. I brush my long auburn locks up into a pony tail and put on just enough makeup to hide the fact that I've worked sixteen hours in the emergency room.

As I head for the parking lot, I notice Trent Hamilton leaning against the wall just outside of the ladies' locker room. His jet-black hair is tousled, and his piercing blue eyes are covered with thick black lashes. His attire gives no hints to the fact that he is one of the most respected trauma surgeons in the country. A black leather jacket, a white V-neck tee, faded jeans, and black boots make him look more like he just got off of a Harley rather than just having finished a long shift in the operating room.

Mmmmmm. Hot guy eye-candy. Is there anything better?

After visually eye-fucking him for a good thirty seconds, Trent finally looks up at me as he slides his Blackberry in the back pocket of his jeans. I bet his ass looks fantastic in those jeans.

He flashes a big, warm smile when we lock eyes. "Well, hello there. We meet again."

"Yes, we meet again, Dr. Hamilton." I can't help the sarcasm that drips from my voice.

"Remember, it's Trent, and I'm glad we meet again." He mimics my sarcastic tone. "Where are you heading now?"

"Well, Trent, I'm just going to a bar called Murphy's. My friend Amy is meeting me there after she finishes up. What are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for you to get dressed so we can grab a drink at a bar called Murphy's." Trent's mouth blazes a sexy smirk.

His response gives me a slight thrill of excitement. This man definitely intrigues me. Well, he intrigues my vagina, that's for sure. The bitch is practically screaming from my panties for me to throw myself at Trent and start dry humping his leg like some sort of horny, rabid dog. Ever since he kissed me in the supply room, I honestly can't stop thinking about his lips on mine, his body against mine, his cock pressed against my belly. I pull myself away from my incessant dirty thoughts and attempt to act like I'm not affected by his very presence.

I laugh a little at his very forward response. "Do I get a say in this little plan of yours? I mean, you basically assaulted me in the supply room the other day. I'm concerned for my lips' safety around you."

"No, sweetheart, you only get to choose who's driving over there. And for your little assault comment, you wanted that kiss just as much as I did. But your sexy mouth is probably never going to be safe around me." Trent's blue eyes lock with mine, and his demeanor oozes sex.

I can't believe I'm even allowing this banter to occur. Red flags are flashing in my brain. I told myself that I would not fall for another man for a very long time, especially another physician, and yet here I am, engaging in a game of flirtatious banter with a sexy trauma surgeon whose body I just ogled for a good minute.

My hands itch to touch him.

My body seems to crave him in a way I never knew was possible.

My eyes keep attempting to wander southward on his body, just to get a glance at the bulge in his jeans. He makes me feel like a horny eighteen-year-old girl. A girl whose mind just keeps thinking about what a good, hard dicking from Trent Hamilton would actually feel like. If my vagina were running the show, my panties would be nonexistent and I would be rubbing myself all over his tight, muscular physique. Thank god my brain is still working. At least it's managing to work right now. Later, after I've had a few drinks, I can't make any promises.