She stood up.
“Show me where it hurts?”
“I’m naked.”
“I’ve seen a lot of women naked. I won’t say anything. Just show me where you’re hurt.” If she was in too much pain he wasn’t going to sit around waiting for the doctor.
Lydia tugged at the belt tying the robe together. She turned her back on him and loosened the robe before turning back to him.
He saw the top part of her chest.
“Where does it hurt?” His cock was hardening as more of her body was revealed to his gaze.
“My right side.”
Henry reached out to open the robe. She dropped her hand to stop him.
“I’ve got to see you.” He stared up into her eyes. Tears filled her depths.
“Okay.” She released his hand, averting her gaze as he slid the robe open.
It took every ounce of strength not to look at her pussy. He saw the dark bruising across her ribs. Henry didn’t have a clue what he was looking for. All he saw was the bruising, but at least none of her ribs were poking through her skin. They could be poking organs inside her body. He wasn’t going to worry her.
“I don’t think they’re broken. You might have cracked one or two.” That seemed the more logical explanation.
His mouth ran dry. Could he smell her pussy?
Standing up, he gave her space to cover her body.
He didn’t want her to cover up. Reaching out, he stopped her. She stared at him, and he closed the distance between them. Lydia tilted her head back to look in his eyes. He didn’t see the bruise on the side of her face, or the pain in her eyes. Henry saw the woman he’d seem many times but kept himself away from.
Cupping her cheek, he stroked a thumb across her lips. “I’m going to make each of them pay.”
She did something that shocked him. Lydia licked the tip of his thumb. “Thank you.”
He leaned down, wanting to know what those plump lips tasted like.
The door opening stopped him. He withdrew his hand and took a step back.
“The doctor’s here,” Donna said.
Lydia put her robe back into place.
“I’ll give you some privacy. I need to clean up.” He picked up his plate and coffee, leaving the room without another glance behind him.
He needed a shower and to get some focus on his troubled thoughts.
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Lydia ignored Donna’s obvious stare. The doctor pressed on her ribs. He was a middle aged man with greying hair. His hands were cold, though, and it was distracting her from the pain.
“You’re very lucky. Two cracked ribs and a lot of bruising.”
“That’s lucky?” she asked, wrapping the robe around her once he bound up her ribs.
“I’ve seen a lot worse. I heard what happened. Believe me, Henry saved your ass from a lot more pain.” He took a step back, writing something down on a notebook. “You’re going to be in a lot of pain, but you’re going to need to rest for a couple of weeks.”
“I don’t have the time to rest. I need to be working.” She didn’t want to lose her job at the hotel chain. It was boring, but it paid the bills and kept her above water.#p#分页标题#e#
“I’m sorry. You’re not going to get well unless you listen to me, and that means resting. You can argue with me all you want. If you don’t rest then you’re going to end up being off work for a lot longer than a couple of weeks.” The doctor packed his kit away.
“I’ll make sure she rests, doctor,” Donna said, glaring at her.
“Make sure she does. I’m going to see Caleb.” He gave her another look then turned to leave.
“You’ve got to rest, Lydia.” Donna started listing all the things that could go wrong if she didn’t rest.
Rubbing at her temples, she looked at her friend.
“I will, Donna. Not all of us have a rich man to live off.” Her words were harsh, and she regretted them the moment she said them. “Fuck, forget I said anything.”
“You think I’m living off Caleb?”
“No, I don’t think that. You’re both in love. Look, it has been a long couple of days. I’m in pain, and I’m tired. My mouth is running away with me.” Getting to her feet, she pulled the other woman in for a hug. She loved Donna like a sister. Even though they no longer worked together they’d grown close, and Lydia didn’t want to lose her friend. If she kept talking shit to her, she knew Caleb would be seriously pissed at her.
“Okay, so are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Henry?”
Lydia groaned. “Nothing is going on between us. We went through something together, and he saved me.”