Left in the Dust: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance (5 page)

Days passed and my mind constantly went back and forth. Should I go see Kayla or not. I'd never played this game before. No chick had ever drilled her way into my head like Kayla did. Normally I fucked them once and never looked back. I didn't just want her once though. I wanted her over and over again. Explore every inch of that slender figure of hers.

The decision was already made for me. There was no way I could go another day without seeing her. I left the MC clubhouse against Chloe's wishes. She thought I needed more rest before riding my motorcycle. I told her a man and his bike should never be parted. Chloe didn't argue.

I approached my 2015 Harley Softail Slim with a smile. She was all black with “Hollywood” handlebars. She set me back ten grand but was worth every penny. One of the boys must have rode her here from the Stinky Goat—probably one of the prospects. He better not have damaged her. I quickly checked the paint for any chips or dings. It all looked good to me.

I swung my leg over and let my weight bring the bike down. I plugged my key in and hit the ignition. The familiar roar of the engine brought a grin to my face. I raced out of the line of parked motorcycles and hit the open road. I didn't even bother wearing my helmet. The wind blew through my shaved head as I weaved in and out of cars. Fuck safety...and the police.

I took my black Ray-Bans off when I reached the hospital. I parked in front and stared up at the giant skyscraper. The sudden realization that Kayla was a doctor hit me. The women I'd normally been accustomed with were strippers, bartenders, and prostitutes. Kayla was professional, intellectual, and way out of my league. No wonder she didn't want to go out with me. I played with the idea of leaving with my tail between my legs. But I was Dust King. Member of the Savage Beasts MC. Chicks formed lines to suck me off.

Kayla would be mine. Nothing would stop me.

The ER was dead as I strolled in, a lone nurse was standing behind the counter. She wore pink scrubs and was head-deep into some paperwork. “Hi there,” I said in a low voice, my charm literally oozing out of me.

The nurse looked up and flushed immediately. Her chest heaved up and down as she gazed at me behind her lashes. “What can I help you with?”

I played around with a pen on the counter, averting eye contact. “I'm looking for Doctor Holmes.” I glanced up at her. “Do you know where she is?”

The nurse gulped. “Umm, I believe she's taking a nap in room seven.”

The information was easy to obtain. Hopefully Kayla wouldn't yell at her later. It's not her fault she was putty in my hands. “Thank you so much.” I dropped the pen on the counter and swaggered down the hallway.

Up ahead a familiar doctor walked down the hall. It was him—Doctor Blue or Green—I couldn't remember which.
What was he still doing here?
Why didn't Kayla get him fired or arrested? He was different than before though. He kept his eyes trained to the floor with his shoulders slouched forward. My hands balled into fists and I thought about ending it all right here. One twist of his neck and the bastard would never be able to hurt Kayla ever again. But by looking at him, I knew, this boy would never harm a living soul again. He was safe...for now.

As I walked by, the doctor raised his head and his eyes went wide as they met mine. I raised my fists and cracked my knuckles, winking at him. The doctor went flying down the hallway screaming incoherently. I chuckled to myself and continued down to room seven.

I opened the door to discover Kayla laying peacefully on a hospital bed in a dark and empty room. I sat down in a chair and watched her sleep. Her full lips were parted just a little as she inhaled and exhaled. Her blonde hair was unbound and messy across the pillow. Kayla's chest expanded and contracted with every breath. She looked so serene, like the incident with the doctor never happened.

“How long have you been there?” she asked, rubbing her tired eyes.

I leaned back in the chair. “Only a few moments. I didn't want to wake you.”

Kayla sat up and yawned. “Don't you think this is a little creepy?”

Creepy?
Maybe it was but I couldn't help myself, she looked so beautiful while she slept. “I didn't mean to alarm you.”

“No it's fine. The nurses jostle me awake for every small little thing. I might have a heart attack one day. So what are you doing here?”

That was a good question. Could I tell her that I couldn't stop thinking about her? No, that would be way too forward.
Keep your cool, King.

“I just wanted to thank you for saving my life.”

She smiled. “You've already thanked me a million times. I was just doing my job. I should be the one doing the thanking. You saved me from that monster.”

I nodded. “I saw that doctor in the hallway. So he's still working here?”

Kayla sighed and her eyes went dark. “I thought about filing a complaint or going to the police. But have you seen the guy? Taking away his career just feels wrong. Whatever you did to him worked like a charm. He's now a shell of a man.”

My blood was boiling with rage. Just the thought of him hurting Kayla again made me want to do something bad. “For what he tried to do to you, he deserves worse than death. I can make him go away for good.”

Kayla reached out for me and her warm hand instantly calmed me down. “I don't think he's going to stay here much longer anyways.”

I nodded. I'd keep an eye on him. Make sure nothing ever happened like that again. “It was good to see you, Kayla.” I stood up and brushed off my jeans.

She looked confused and desperate as I walked to the doorway. “Leaving so soon, Dust?”

“I have a lot to do today and not enough time to do it.” That was a complete lie. I had absolutely nothing to do today. I opened the door and began to walk away.

“I want to take you up on your offer,” she murmured. Her words made me stop in my tracks. “I'll get a drink with you.”

I turned back. “When is your shift over?”

Kayla glanced down to the small watch on her wrist. “Still have three hours left.”

“I'll pick you up at ten.” I left the room without giving her a second look but I knew she was beaming at me. She didn't know it yet, but she was already mine.

I walked by the same nurse at the counter and winked at her again. She melted in her shoes. I could kill a man with all this confidence.

I couldn't believe I agreed to go out with Dust King! What was I thinking?
That was the problem, Holmes, you weren't thinking.
When he left I had the sinking feeling that I'd never see him again. I couldn't let him go without finding out if there was something more there. I needed to take the same advice that I gave Winona: put yourself out there.

Dust was picking me up at the hospital in a couple hours and I didn't even have a change of clothes with me. I couldn't wear my scrubs on a date. I thought about going home but I wouldn't have enough time to get back. If I was smart enough, I could've asked for his phone number so he could pick me up at my apartment. All those years of school didn't train me for real life.

I found Fiona in the locker room changing into her street clothes. “I have a little bit of a problem, I have a date tonight and no change of clothes,” I told her.

Fiona's lips curled in amusement. “The famous Dr. Holmes has a date tonight?”

I blushed and nodded. “Is it that crazy of an idea?”

Fiona shook her head. “Only crazy that someone as hot as you has been able to keep men away for so long.”

She thought I was hot? I looked down at myself. I knew I wasn't ugly but hot never entered my mind. I laughed. “Yeah I wish. I guess I just haven't had the time for dating. Too focused on my career.”

“Well you're in luck.” Fiona scrounged through her locker and pulled out a tight black dress. “Try this on.”

“You just keep a dress like that in your locker?”

“You never know when a sexy patient or doctor is going to ask you out.”

Fiona looked the same size as me except my breasts were a couple cup sizes bigger. I quickly undressed and squeezed into the tiny dress. Fiona mouthed the word “wow” before I could check myself in the mirror.

I used Fiona's full-length mirror in her locker. The black dress hugged every curve and was way too short. My boobs barely fit and looked like they were exploding out of the window. I tried to pull the dress down lower to cover more of my ass but it was no use.

“You look fucking amazing,” Fiona said with her mouth wide open.

“Really? You don't think it's a bit slutty.” I turned around and showed her my massive cleavage.

Fiona leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Your going to need to fight the men off you tonight. I hope your date is ready for a brawl.”

I blushed. Dust would be able to take care of anyone that got too close. “Thank you so much. I'll get the dress back to you tomorrow.”

Fiona waved both hands. “Seriously, keep it. It looks way better on you. I always wondered what the dress would look like with a bigger bust.” Her eyes trailed down to my cleavage. “Now I know.”

“Oh I couldn't. This dress must have cost you a fortune.” I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. I had never looked this good before in my entire life.

“Don't worry, I got it at a thrift shop. So who's your date for tonight? It's not Dr. Green is it?”

A shiver ran down my spine. She already knew he was bad news so I didn't need to explain anything to her. I hadn't told her what happened in the pharmacy. I didn't want to frighten her yet. “No actually it's one of my patients. Do you remember Dust King?”

“You mean the handsome-as-hell biker?”

I nodded. “Yeah that's the one.”

“I gave him a couple of sponge baths. Girl, you're in for a real treat.” Fiona winked at me. What did she mean by that? Did her and Dust do something. I remembered walking in on them and Fiona seemed embarrassed. She closed her locker and flipped hair. “Good luck tonight. Tell me all about it on your next shift.”

“Will do. Thank you again for the dress!” I returned to the small round mirror in my locker and tried to fix up my makeup. I must have put my hair up and down again over a dozen times. What would Dust like? I left my blonde hair down and let it cascade brush against my shoulders. When I was confident with my look, I closed my locker and went downstairs to wait.

Most of the nurses and doctors didn't even recognize me as I strutted along. I certainly got a lot of eyes on me though. I wasn't used to that kind of attention before. Being a female doctor came with it's fair share of sexual harassment but this was different. I could feel the desire overflowing from the men as I passed by.

I quickly sent a text to Winona to tell her I'd be going home late since I was going on a date. I should have known my phone was going to blow up.

Winona: A date!

Winona: You must be lying. Funny joke. Ha ha.

Winona: Wait! Are you really going on a date?

Kayla: Not lying.

Winona: Who is it? Better not be Doctor Green!

Why does everybody instantly assume it's Green. Why would Winona, especially after I told her what he did to me?

Kayla: No it's the patient who saved me. I'll tell you about it later.

Winona: You better not spare me any detail. I'm on my third viewing of Gone with the Wind. I need something new.

I smiled and shut my phone off. I still needed to find my little sister a date. Surely one of the other doctors would be interested. On my next shift, I'd start the search to find Winona Mr. Right.

The hospital doors slid open to reveal Dust walking in wearing his signature leather jacket and faded blue jeans. His wardrobe was so simple but effective. I felt like a schoolgirl all over again, swooning over every guy that wore a letterman's jacket. I stood up as he approached.

“Holy fuck, Kayla. You look...I'm fucking speechless.” His eyes scanned my body up and down. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered around.

I giggled and tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. I grabbed my brown purse that looked like a grocery bag. It didn't match the dress but there wasn't much I could do about that.

“Shall we go?” he asked.

I nodded.“Where are we going tonight?”

“I thought we'd hit a bar and get a couple drinks. Then see where the night takes us.”

“That sounds nice.” I knew exactly what he meant by that. And I had no qualms about going back to his place tonight. There would be no way I'd be able to stop my body.

Dust led me outside to the parking lot where his motorcycle was parked. Even though Dust was a biker, I didn't expect that. I stopped short of the motorcycle and stared at it. The bike was dark and the chrome was perfectly polished. The thing looked very intimidating.

“What's wrong?” Dust asked.

“Nothing, I've just never been on a motorcycle before.”

Dust arched an eyebrow. “Really? Never?”

“Don't have much time to ride bikes between shifts.”

He handed me a helmet that covered my entire head. There goes my perfect hair. “Don't worry Kayla, with me, I'll never let anything happen to you.”

I stared at him in awe. Is this the man I've been waiting for my entire life? Dust put his helmet on and hopped on the motorcycle. He looked good on it. I mean
really good.

“Get on,” Dust ordered me.

I complied immediately and jumped on behind Dust. There wasn't much space and I had to sit right up against Dust's back. My chest was pushed against him and I tried hard to control my racing heart.

“Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight. We don't want you falling off, do we?”

I shook my head and slipped my hands under his arms and clenched onto his chest.
Oh my god he's so strong.
A wetness began to pool between my thighs. I hadn't touched a man like this in forever. I wanted to touch more of him. My skin sizzled with pleasure.

Dust started the bike and the rumbling beneath me felt fantastic. We zoomed out of the parking lot in a flash. The wind caught my hair and adrenaline pumped through my veins. Dust deftly weaved in and out of cars, barely missing them. My heartbeat spiked at every turn. I was scared out of my mind but felt safe close to Dust. I knew he wouldn't do anything too dangerous. For him, this was probably a pleasurable stroll on a bike.

Dust parked the bike at a bar called the Stinky Goat. This couldn't be the place he was taking me on a date? Wasn't this where he got stabbed? I didn't want to question him about it.
Just let it go, Holmes.
The large building was all green with faded and peeling paint. Bikes just like Dust's were parked everywhere. I actually didn't spot one normal car in the parking lot. This was definitely not my kind of place. But when I thought about Dust it made perfect sense. Wearing a dress like this was probably not the best choice.

I got off the bike and pried the helmet off, still trying to catch my breath. “That was out of this world.” I took out my compact and tried to fix my hair the best I could.

Dust shut off his bike and grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. How could anyone not fall for him? “I'm glad you liked the ride. Next time, maybe I'll go above forty-five mph.”

“Oh my god, I can't believe we were going that slow! I thought we were at least going a hundred.”

The thought of another bike ride excited me. But the thought of Dust naked and on top of me excited me more. Where was this night going to take me?