Fi ran the final few steps and in through the glass doors. Rain dripped down her face and streaked mascara in zebra stripes down her cheeks. She leant out of the door and shook her umbrella before dropping it into the coat stand. Lunch had been a fiasco, her second coffee date with Tom the fireman, cancelled at the last minute as she sat in the coffee shop alone. He managed a text at least but it seemed he was getting back with Lianne, his ex. To compensate she ordered a large slice of chocolate cake and watched people scurrying around town, through the steamed up floor to ceiling windows.
With only a minute to spare until lunch was officially over, she ran up the stairs to the cloakroom area and hung her sodden coat up to dry. The mirror flashed back a striped face and she grabbed a hand towel and rubbed away the black streaks before donning her white coat and dashing back out onto the ward. She was relatively new to the private sector and it seemed to be run more like a hotel than a hospital, with lounge areas and coffee stations dotted around.
“Any calls for me Simon?” She walked briskly towards the nurse’s station. Simon was taller than her with tortoise shell glasses which framed his green eyes. His thick chestnut hair was swept back from his clean shaven face and he always wore pristine greens and smelt of soap. He was good looking, but not her usual type. He was quiet and softly spoken, she preferred a more imposing character. Besides he was at least five years her junior and was sure there were plenty of nurses his age, whom would gladly engage with him. She leaned over his desk as he scrawled down her messages.
“Thanks for that.” Fi was already on her way back to her office as she scanned through the messages. The third one stopped her still in the doorway to her office and her cheeks pinked: Fi, Your white blouse is wet, see-through wet. She pulled her white coat tight around her and swiftly did up all the poppers as she glanced around but to her relief, everyone seemed busy in their own worlds. Everyone except Simon, who was grinning. His glasses sat on top of his head and he leant forwards over the tall reception desk. Was that a twinkle in his eye? Did he just wink at her? He looked different, un-Simon-like. Fi coughed and entered her office, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach. Was he still looking at her? The ring of her telephone redirected her attention away from the strangeness of the situation.
“Good afternoon, Doctor Taylor speaking.” She slumped into her chair and swung around to face the window, where the grey clouds continued to pour down upon the bustling people below. “White shirts and rainy days…who knew they could create such an uplifting afternoon?” Fi stiffened and blushed. Was that Simon? What was he playing at? “Hmmmm,” she said unsure of how to answer, still facing the window.
“You look hot. Too hot to waste.” Fi’s body erupted with heat, “What did you have in mind then?”
“Well how about a coffee. I’ve got at least another half hour before I’m needed. We could discuss our options.”
“Options? You mean like latte or cappuccinos?”
“No, I think you know exactly what options we’re talking about.” His phone clicked dead and she placed the receiver down. She fought to catch her breath. Quiet unassuming Simon, appeared to be propositioning her. She stood up, straightened her skirt and rubbed her hands together. Simon appeared in the door. A slight smile caught her lips as he reached his arms above his head and stretched. His scrubs rose up slightly and revealed a taut stomach with a flash of hair. Fi’s eyes fixated on his skin. She was seeing him in a whole new way. He laid his glasses on her desk and left, heading towards the tiny staff kitchen. Fi watched him disappear through the door, and close the blinds to the internal window.
Her pulse raced and before her brain could protest, her feet steadily followed his path. Fi took a deep breath and strolled along the corridor. She opened the door and entered the boxy kitchen. It was empty, except for Simon, who stood crossed-arms leaning against the wall. He looked hot and she couldn’t believe that he had slipped under her radar for so long.
She pushed closed the door, leaned back against it and removed her white coat. Simon grinned and his eyes roamed her body. Fi shivered, her damp shirt clung to her skin.
“You did that for me?” Simon walked towards her until they stood toe to toe. “You took that off for me?” Fi managed a nod. Suddenly, she was struck dumb in his presence. Simon traced his fingers from her neck down her shoulder and along her arm. Fi jolted at his touch.
“Who are you?” She smiled meekly as she looked up into his eyes.
“Same old me, sometimes you have to look beyond what you see, Doctor Taylor.” His lips touched her neck and peppered her ear. Her knees buckled as he slipped one arm around her back and gently traced the curve of her jaw with his tongue. She could feel him pushing against her waist and she moaned in anticipation. She lifted her mouth up towards his and kissed him firmly, his slight stubble tickled her soft skin. He pulled out her shirt from the waistband of her skirt and he slipped his hands up to the wire of her bra and expertly unhooked the clasps. His fingers roamed her breasts, she sighed and shook her head. What were they doing?
“Hello? The door seems to be jammed.” A loud banging on the door stopped them still. They clung together for a moment, then detangled and straightened up. Fi adjusted her bra and shirt. She stifled a giggle. She had never done anything so reckless in her life and pulled on her coat as Simon brushed his fingers through his hair.
“It’s a bit late for covering up, don’t you think?” He whispered and smiled, “I fixed it now Katie, not sure what happened there.” He opened the door and left the kitchen. Fi pottered in the cupboards and began to make a coffee alongside Katie.
Simon was typing up some patient notes as she went past, “I thought you were quiet and unassuming. That blows my sense of judgement out the window!” Fi’s eyes widened and she rested her free hand on the desk.
“Don’t they say, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch? Dinner tonight, my place?” His fingers brushed against hers, they had unfinished business. Fi nodded. This was like some weird dream, where everything happens so quickly you can’t process it all. Fi felt sure that everyone knew her secret but no one looked up from their work. She blushed, pondered the rain and her disastrous lunchtime date. What was that saying? “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it is about learning to dance in the rain.”
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