My Billionaire Stranger (6 page)

“Hey!” I squeak. “That hurts!”

“Sorry but you can’t seriously expect to walk out of
his
room dressed like
that
with no explanation, come on now!” she hisses.

“I’m sure you heard that he woke up last night” I say sarcastically, the rumor mill here is ridiculous. I know she’s most likely heard a play by play of the whole incident.

“Yes, but why are you dressed like
that
, and why was he screaming for you
specifically
?” she demands.

“How am I supposed to know?  But he did and I came; I was out with some friends for drinks, hence the inappropriate attire,” I answer, waving my hand down my body. “Oh my God that’s crazy, what did he want, why are you still here- is something going on between you two?” She shoots her questions at me with all the subtlety of rapid gunfire. Gosh, maybe I should introduce Courtney to Lana; they’d get along famously. I should also have let Marcus starve; hiding in his room seems like a pretty good idea right about now. But too late, I have to face the wrath that is Courtney.

“Ok Courtney….” I begin, trying to be patient. “Because I know you’re relentless, I’ll answer all your questions as best I can. First of all, I’m assuming he asked for me because I’ve been talking to him every day when I take care of him. Second, I’m still here because he asked me to stay, and third no, nothing’s going on between us. For God’s sake Courtney he’s been in a coma, what could possibly be going on between us?!” I exclaim, annoyed beyond words.

“Hmmm. Ok… just seems weird.”

“Yea, it
is
weird, but I need to get him some breakfast- may I be dismissed?” I ask.

“Yea, yea- go ahead.” She stares at me now with glazed baby doll eyes, distracted by her thoughts, probably trying to figure it all out. I hope she fills me in when she does. “Why don’t you let him order from his menu?” she asks.

“I thought we were done with the questions?”

“Sorry,” she says, looking over my shoulder toward the door to Marcus’s room, where Elijah is stepping out. “I’ll get his breakfast, I know what he likes and he asked me to- please don’t argue, it’s what I do and he wants to see you.” Elijah says as he breezes by on his way to the elevator.

“Well ok then…” Courtney and I look at each other in surprise, her mouth hanging open and mine twisted in irritation. When she recovers from the initial shock of seeing Elijah the questions start again, “WHO WAS THAT? He’s gorgeous; acts like your boyfriends wife though- are they gay? Is he single?  Can you introduce us?” I had assumed her shock was related to Elijah’s briskness, but of course not, it was his looks. She’s always on the hunt, and as for him being gay, well…I hadn’t even considered that, although I don’t know why, I know nothing about him. That would
explain him not being photographed with any women. No way, he was totally coming on to me this morning; he can’t possibly be gay…can he?  Shit, I’d better figure that out.

“Marcus is not my boyfriend and that was Elijah, he’s Marcus’s assistant, right hand man, slave I’m not sure. And yes he’s good looking and I have no idea if he’s single or if they’re gay. I haven’t exactly asked him about his private life.” I don’t even bother asking if we’re done with this conversation, I turn away from Courtney and head back into the lion’s den. I really want to shower and change into something comfortable but someone won’t allow me leave him. As foolish as I feel in my skimpy outfit I can’t seem to deny him.

“Elijah is going to get your breakfast, apparently he knows…” I stop in my tracks; I didn’t knock before entering and   Marcus is holding the sheet away from himself examining his cock.

“What is this?” he asks.

“Uh…. If you have to ask, you must have really hit your head harder than I thought,” I snicker and close the door quickly. I’m a nurse after all, I’ve seen plenty of dicks, but I’ve taken special care not to look at his.

“No, this tube coming out of my cock, what the hell is it? Get it out!” he demands with horror. I smile and bite my lip to stifle a laugh and move closer for a better look. I’ve been avoiding this because he was unconscious but if he’s going to show me I’m going to look. Ok yea I am genuinely impressed, shit I’m glad I didn’t look before! I’ve seen a lot of naked men and all their glory parts, but this guy is absolutely spectacular. I look away and find his eyes full of fear about the catheter mixed with smug pride at my obvious reaction to his exposure. I know there is a standing order to remove the catheter when a patient becomes conscious so I ask, “Do you want it removed? I’ll get your nurse if you want me to?” I’m hesitant and trying very hard not to look at what that V has been mysteriously pointing at for eight days.

“You are my nurse, I want you to do it,” he says.

“Well actually, there’s a day nurse assigned to you right now,” I inform him, but he doesn’t let me go any further with that excuse.

“No! Only you. I do not want anyone else, just you…” he barks, with his deep mature male voice and the attitude of an astonishingly spoiled child.

“I’ll take it out.” I agree against my better judgment. “But I can’t be here all the time Marcus, you’ll eventually have to let me go and accept help from another nurse.” Am I really going to do this? Such a bad idea Imani, you shouldn’t do this and you know it! But I can’t say no to this man so I retrieve a pair of gloves from the box at the bedside and a syringe out of the drawer, his eyes widen almost comically at the sight of the syringe.

“What is that?” He scoots away from my edge of the bed. “You are not going to inject me with something are you?”

“No, there’s a balloon of fluid at the end of that catheter inside of you holding it in, you
really
want me to deflate that before I take it out, trust me,” I reassure him, and his face relaxes slightly as I turn and put my gloves on, silently wishing someone would reassure
me
.

“You look really sexy in that outfit with your gloves on, looking at my cock,” he says.

“I’m a nurse, this is not my first rodeo, so try to get your mind out of the gutter,” I snap, but I’m feeling like I’m in a porn flick right now, and more than a little apprehensive. I have to really touch him to do this, like touch him, touch him. But he’s awake and more than consensual so it’s ok. His eyes follow my gloved, shaky hands to the catheter, I attach the syringe and let out the fluid from the balloon, and as carefully and clinically as possible I grasp his thick cock at the base and ease the catheter out slowly while he inhales sharply. Unbelievably he’s at half-mast as I drag my eyes up his eight pack until we are staring at each other. Before I can move to throw the catheter away he reaches up taking my face in both hands he pulls me down to kiss me quickly and softly on the lips. When he moves my face away from his he smiles and whispers, “That hurt.” I jerk back, speechless and breathless. That was so inappropriate, not to mention unexpected; I was taking out his catheter for God’s sake, what a time to make a pass! And we can scratch gay off the list of questions…for sure.

“Uh…. sorry, I guess I figured you’d know it wouldn’t be comfortable,” I say tossing the supplies into the trash can. “What was that?” I ask still in shock.

“A kiss Imani, I can familiarize you further if you come back over here, I’m sure you’ve been kissed before.”

“But wh…. why…?” I stutter. 

“Because you were finally close enough to me, and with you holding my dick in your hands, it seemed as good a time as any.” He’s so cocky, pun intended.

“Oh…” The earth shifts under my feet; my lips tingle where his perfect mouth touched mine and my heart flutters like a million butterflies in my chest. There’s a knock at the door and I realize he’s still exposed, and aroused. I rush to his side and cover him with the sheet, blanket and comforter attempting to disguise his growing erection. He’s smirking all the while, eyebrows lifted mischievously, “What’s wrong, nurse Imani, don’t want to share?”

“No.. I mean Yes…I mean oh! Just cover yourself will you, that could be anybody!” I sputter. He knows he’s embarrassing me and he likes it…

“Come in!” he calls and Elijah enters the room with a bag from Dominus…he went all the way to the restaurant and back already? It doesn’t seem like a place that would be open for breakfast. I wonder who cooked for him at this early hour.

“Your usual Sir and this,” Elijah drops a white gold chain with a rather large crucifix hanging from it into Marcus’s open palm before automatically arranging the food on the bedside table, for all the world like he really is his wife. The food smells delicious; an omelet made with only egg whites, bacon and fresh squeezed orange juice. Somebody who knows his preferences cooked for him. My stomach growls loudly, and both men look up at me.

“Sorry, I need to go home and shower and get something to eat,” I say.  A hot blush creeps up my neck while I gather up my purse; my damn stomach did that on cue I swear it!

“No, Imani….sit. Eat with me, you can’t leave…. do you work tonight?”  Marcus asks, trying unsuccessfully to keep the alarm out of his voice. Elijah looks up from the food clearly taken aback by Marcus’s response to my leaving.

“I’ll step out,” he says as he exits the room abruptly.

“I don’t work tonight. I’m not scheduled for two more nights,” I inform him. His eyes dart around the room nervously, his hands clutch the sheets again, and a fine layer of perspiration forms on his forehead.

“Are you ok?” No response. I move to sit on the edge of the bed and pry his fingers from the sheet so I can hold it between both of mine. “Marcus…can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” I ask. Slowly he turns to look at me. “Imani?”

“Yes, where did you go just now?” I ask.

“Where is Megan?” he responds, the same question he asked me last night.

“Is that who was with you in the accident?”

“Yes…I told you that last night?” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, God I’m so relieved that he remembers.

“Yes, you did.  Was she your friend?”

“Yes…a friend, she worked for me in the club.” he answers, no emotion on his face. No other way to do this, he needs to know she’s dead. “Marcus, the passenger in the car with you didn’t make it,” I say softly, and his hand grips mine so tight it’s painful but I don’t complain.

“I know.”

“You do, so you remember the accident?”

“No, not exactly but I remember her floating next to me in the car, in the water- she was already dead, her eyes were open and so empty. She just stared at me….”

“Oh Marcus I’m so sorry, do you need me to call your sister for you, maybe having some family here with you would help?” 

“No,” he snaps, looking past me to stare at the wall.

“You know Elena’s been coming to sit with you every day,” I say. “I could hear her, I wish she hadn’t come.”

“Why? She really seems to love you. She sat all day, every day by your side and made sure you had the best doctors, she even requested that only I take care of you if I was working.” 

“She wasn’t here because she loves me, she was here because she fears me, and she knows if she were to let anything happen to me she would be in a lot of trouble.” He’s looking at me now full of sorrow as he continues. “She deserves everything I have and more, and if I die she will get it all. I made sure of it.” I sit, stunned and confused. “Why do you think she fears you, I didn’t get that feeling at all.”

“You don’t know anything about us Imani, believe me when I tell you Elena is scared of me, I’m not saying any more about it, we’re done with this subject.”

“Has anyone called to tell her you’re awake?” I ask.

“I don’t know, you are the only person besides Elijah I have spoken to, and the hostess at Dominus when I asked for Elijah. Do not call her, I do not want her here,” he orders, narrowing his eyes at me with a stern look.

“I promised her I would.”

“I don’t care, I do
not
want her called, do you understand?” His heart rate is accelerating.

“Ok, ok, I won’t call her but I hope you’ll reconsider.”  A light knock at the door interrupts us. “Come in!” Elijah pokes his head around the door.

“Can I get you anything else sir?” he asks.

“No, just email me the paperwork we discussed and the schedules for the Seattle and Miami locations, you can go now.”

“Yes sir, I’ll send them right away.” Elijah closes the door and he’s gone.

“I need to leave too,” I say reluctantly. I have his full attention now as he reaches out to grasp my hand again.

“Come back.,” he says his bright green eyes darkening. “Please?” he hesitates, “Yes
please
come back.”

“Since you asked me nicely I will,” I tease, but then seriously I ask. “Why did you ask for me when you woke up?” The question has been nagging at me all night.

“I don’t know…I just needed you,” he admits.

“You needed me? But you hadn’t even met me…” His brow wrinkles into a frown. “I don’t fucking know. I just woke up and I needed you. I have been listening to you but it was so dark and I couldn’t respond, I was paralyzed.  I knew you were there though and when I could finally move and speak all I could think of was your voice…your touch, it was all I could remember.”