Sasha's Dilemma (2 page)

"Hey, sis."

"Hey, Lola. Hey, Brit. You girls are looking
mighty fine tonight."

Brit walks over and gives me a hug and a kiss on the
cheek. She is very gorgeous with fiery red hair, green eyes, long
runner legs, and a killer smile.

They’re both in short dresses with heels to
match. Lola is wearing a blue dress that, I swear, if she bends over,
you could see what she had for breakfast. But, of course, she pulls
it off. Brit, as always, is in a scarlet red dress to match her hair,
and she looks stunning in it.

Me, well, I’m in my work uniform. As usual, I
probably look like a bum next to these two. My uniform is denim
shorts (close to being daisy dukes) with a short midriff jersey that
says “Chica's” on the front, and a pair of black, knee
high boots with a cute heel.

"What do you tarts want to drink? Once I make them,
we are out of here."

"Two vodka and Red Bulls. Thanks, honey."

I make the girls their drinks and tell Joe I’m off
for the night. “I’ll see you next week.”

"All right, catch ya then," he says casually.

I give Joe a kiss on the cheek and take the girls their
drinks before I go and clock off to join them.

We’re at Indigo and it’s pumping. The music
is awesome. I love RnB. I love watching people dance with all these
different dance moves. I think that’s the main reason I go out
with Lola all the time. Apart from reading, dancing is my all-time
favourite thing to do, especially when I have a little alcohol in my
system. It’s easier to let go and not care what anyone thinks.
Although, I shouldn’t care, I have been dancing my whole life,
a little bit of ballet and plenty of RnB. I don’t go all out
like Lola and Brit, unless I have a little something to push me, and
that’s where my favourite drink, vodka, comes in.

Lola slams her shot glass down on the table, and looks
up at us. "Come on, girls, let’s show these peeps how we
do it."

We make our way to the middle of the dance floor as
Ke$ha’s new song “Timber”
comes on. Once I hear music, I love how my body just takes over, as
it knows what it wants to do.

While the girls and I are on the dance floor shaking our
hips and having a good time, one of Lola's guy friends comes over and
offers to buy us some drinks.

We have been dancing for what seems like ages and the
buzz of the alcohol is starting to wear off. We head to the bar and
have some shots of tequila with red bull and vodka chasers. Lola’s
friend, Blake, starts up a conversation with us and orders more
shots. By this time, I can feel a major buzz and I’m well on my
way to being drunk. I don’t like going overboard because I can
never remember anything the next day and that is not something I
like.

I’m standing here swaying my hips to the music,
watching everyone dance, while the girls are chatting away to the
guys. I turn back to tell them I’m going to go back to the
dance floor when one of Blake’s friends looks at me and smiles.
Apparently, I haven’t been paying much attention during the
introductions because I’ve never seen him before. I’m
standing staring at this man and my whole body freezes. I don’t
even notice everyone standing near me. I can just feel his eyes
devouring me. He is gorgeous, tanned, and has tattoos up both his
arms and a name or saying across his neck. He’s maybe
six-feet-tall, with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. His light
blue button-up shirt, rolled up to reveal those tattoos and very
muscly arms, looks great with his black slacks. He is by far one of
the most stunning men I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure if
it’s the alcohol, but WOW! I stand there staring at him like an
idiot, daydreaming, and I don’t realise
he is walking over to me.

"Hey, the name’s Josh." He puts his hand
out for me to shake. I take his hand and reply, “Hi, I’m
Sasha." He smiles and offers to buy me a drink.

I turn and look back at the girls and Lola has that ‘Oh,
my God, he is gorgeous’ look on her face. I just smile and turn
back around and tell him what I want to drink. He goes up and orders
it, and is back within seconds.

We sit down and small talk as much as we can over the
loud music. He is sitting so close I can smell his cologne. God, he
smells good. I’m in my own little world when Lola and Brit come
over and snap me out of it to ask me to dance. Josh looks up at the
girls and I’m expecting him to check them out as they are
gorgeous, but he looks straight at me and asks, "Would you like
to dance with me?"

I nod my head. How can I say no? I want to see if he
could move as good as he looked. We all head on to the dance floor
and “Low” by Flo
Rida comes on. I start shaking my hips and dancing around him. He
grabs hold of my waist and pulls me into him. And, oh boy, can he
dance. We dance for a few more songs before we all head back to the
bar and grab a few more drinks.

*****

Shit! Shit! Shit!
My head is
thumping. I turn over to get up and out of bed to go get water and
Advil, but smack into a hard body in my bed.

I start to freak out a little.
OMG!
This is why I don’t drink so much; I end up doing stupid shit.
I look at him and realise
it’s Josh from the club. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, I wish I
remembered this. He stirs and rolls over. I look at him and realise
last night didn’t do him any justice. He is still one of the
most gorgeous men I have ever seen. His arm tattoos stretch along and
go to the top of his chest. He clearly works out hard ‘because
he is delicious. Muscles galore, but not bodybuilder, vein popping
muscly. Biceps I just want to hold on to, and a defined chest and
stomach that makes me want to run my hands over. Perfect. Josh has a
distinct smell to him and it fits him perfectly. I want to breathe
him in all day. It’s mixed between leather and musk. He opens
his beautiful blue eyes and looks at me. "Hey, gorgeous,"
he says with a soft smile. I look at him for a while before I answer,
"Hi." It’s all I can seem to get out.

He smiles, pulls me down to cuddle him and I feel his
big friend poking me in the stomach saying hello as well. I sit up
and tell him I’m going to get some water; he just stretches and
smiles at me.

I walk into the kitchen, trying to rack my brain for
memories or flashbacks of last night. The last thing I remember is
dancing with him. That puts a smile on my face since the boy can
dance. I feel a set of arms wrap around me and I instantly know it’s
Josh. It feels comforting and I don’t mind having him hold me
this morning with the way I am feeling. Another reason I don’t
drink; the next morning is a bitch!

"Umm, head’s a bit sore... how about
yourself?"

"Great. Did you want to head out for some
breakfast?"

"No, I’m good, thanks. Think I’m going
to head back to bed."

"Okay."

"Sorry, don’t mean to sound rude, but did we
umm… you know?"

"What? Have sex?" he says with a smirk.

"Yeah."

He is still smirking at me. "No, but you definitely
tried to."

"Oh, no." This is getting embarrassing. I can
feel my face heat up. I’m probably the colour of a tomato right
now. Great.

"Hey, sis," Lola says, walking in with a smile
on her face and grinning at me, Mole.

"Hey," I reply, narrowing my eyes at her.

"How you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a train."

"Oh, well,” Lola shrugs her shoulders at me
and continues on. “Josh, Blake is here and he wants to know
if you need a ride home?"

"Yeah, that would be great.
I’ll just grab my stuff."

He turns and walks out of the
kitchen back to my bedroom. Lola turns to me and says, “You
little slut! Did you hit that last night? Tell me you did! Was he
awesome in the sack? I bet he was. He is freakin’ HOT!”

"Arghhh! You fool. I don’t
remember anything. How could you let me get that drunk last night?"
Lola leans against the counter and starts laughing.

"WHAT?" she chokes out
as she continues laughing. I just glare at her. She is pissing me
off. I’m not in the mood for her shit this morning.

"I tried to stop you. I even
got Josh to carry you out of the club, but you kept on grinding up on
him. It was hilarious, you and your drunken horny glory." She
can’t stop laughing and I’m ready to slap her across the
face.

"Guess he was a gentleman
then and just put you to bed, even after you tried undressing him in
the car and jumping on his lap trying to get a little bit of action!"
She looks at me and wiggles her eyes up and down before busting out
in a laugh again. Why don’t I remember this? I hate the feeling
of the unknown and I am mortified. What does Josh think of me? I
cannot believe I got THAT drunk! But I wouldn’t change it. Josh
can move on the dance floor and is “freakin’ HOT!”
as Lola stated.

Just then, Josh walks back in the
kitchen, dressed in what he was wearing last night. He looks me up
and down and says, “I’ll catch ya later.” He leans
in and kisses me on the lips. By the time he and Blake leave, I’m
ready to go back to bed and dream about those lips as I try to get
rid of this thumping headache.

I’m working at the hospital
today and I’m just about to get ready to go for lunch when Rose
comes up to me and asks how my weekend was and how my studies are
going. I’m in my third year of midwifery and will be finished
next year. I need all the recommendations I can get, so I have taken
on a few shifts at Princess Alexandra; the experience is great for my
resume. I fill Rose in on my night out, but not all the details. I
don’t want her thinking I am not studying hard enough to do my
job. I like to keep my personal life separate from my life at work
and college. I’m not a fan of the gossip world, and working in
a hospital and going to college, I just don’t have time for the
drama that usually follows. Rose just laughs at me and hopes I had a
great night. She then starts talking about the new doctor who just
started here. Supposedly, he is gorgeous, young, and all the girls
are drooling after him. But he has let everyone know he is strictly
professional with the way he carries himself.

"So, want to head down to the
coffeehouse and get some lunch?" she asks me.

"Sure, just let me grab my
bag."

Rose is a beautiful woman in her
late twenties, though she doesn’t look a day over twenty-five;
short brown hair, soft brown eyes, about five-feet-two really help to
make her a knock out. She is one of the kindest women I have ever
met. She always has a smile on her face, and even though she is a
fellow midwife, she is always there to help, whether it’s just
to talk, give advice, or make you laugh. She’s a shoulder to
cry on and a person to just vent your worries to. She is always
there. Working in a hospital, you need a friend like Rose. Times get
tough and real in the maternity ward.

We are having a coffee and
chatting when she bumps me and tells me to look who just walked in. I
look up and the first thing that comes to mind is
Yummy!
I take in his short dark brown hair, which is neatly styled, and his
hot body dressed in suit pants and a white button-up shirt. He walks
in, glancing around the room. When our eyes meet, he sends me a sexy
smile. I’m not quite sure why he stares at me. I’ve never
seen him before, but when he does, I feel the butterflies going off
in my belly. I’m so shocked; I just stare. He walks up to the
barista to order and I turn back to Rose and mouth, “WOW!”

She smiles at me and says, "That’s
the new hottie everyone is talking about. Isn’t he
scrumptious?"

All I’m thinking is
Fuck.
I have to work with that! How am I going to get any work done with Dr
Hottie?
I turn
back around to catch another glance and find him staring at us and
walking our way.
Oh,
shit.
Before I
can look away, he walks up and says, "Hey, ladies, do you mind
if I sit with the two of you?"

We both nod our heads staring at
him in disbelief. Rose starts talking like she knows him, and I just
sit here watching and listening to his every word. It’s like he
has me hypnotised and doesn’t even know it. He turns to me and
introduces himself.

"Hi, I’m Dylan
MacDonald."

"Hi, Dylan, I’m Sasha
Adams."

"Nice to meet you, Sasha. You
work at the hospital as well?"

"Yes. I heard you’ve
just started here. How are you finding it?"

“I have just been
transferred from Perth. So far, the people of Brisbane are good. The
city has a different atmosphere to what
I’m used to,
but I am enjoying it."

Rose starts asking him how he
likes the area and they’re back to having a full-blown
conversation. I’m remain seated, listening and watching them,
again, until he gets up to leave.

"Well, ladies, it has been a
pleasure. I’ll see you back at work," he says while
staring at me. I just smile and nod. What is wrong with me? It’s
like my body and brain have stopped functioning! I need to pull my
shit together.

He walks out the door and Rose can’t stop
grinning.

“I can’t believe he
came up and started talking to us! He hasn’t spoken to anyone.
Oh, my God, he is so gorgeous! And that smile, did you see it?"

Rose keeps going on and on. I just
nod my head, agreeing with everything she says.
She could be talking about aliens and I would just nod my head. God,
Dylan is tying me up in knots and I hardly know him. As we get up to
leave, my phone beeps. I pull it out and look at it wondering who the
hell ‘Stallion’ is and why is this person sending me a
text. I don’t remember putting the name in my phone.

Stallion:

Hey, beautiful, how’s ur day been?

Hope you’re having a better week

than me. Mine would be a hell of

a lot better if I got to see your

beautiful face - Josh