Disturbed (Disturbed #1) by Ashley Beale Page A

immediately, I know she has. "Wait... with who? A doctor?" My shock value doubles.
              "I fucking wish!" she yells out. Well, she is definitely awake now. "No, there was a resident named Jose, and nurse named Ander. Oh, and the dad to one of the patients. I think his name was Theo."
              "No!" I gasp. "Gross. Please tell me that last one is a lie."
              "What?" she asks nonchalantly. I can picture her yawning and filing her nails. Like I'm so boring, she can't handle it. "His son was in surgery for a burst appendix or something. He was hyperventilating in the hall. I felt bad for the man. I tried to settle him down and next thing I knew I was in empty room giving him a whole new level of comfort. It was intense, I'm not going to lie. I'd love for round two."
              "You're disgusting. I cannot even believe you right now."
              "Right, because you're miss perfect. I forget."
              "Oh, shut up."
              The phone beeps in my ear and I glance down. Blaise's name blinks on the other line. "Shit, I gotta go, I'll call you after work."
              "Fine," she moans.
                  I don't say any more before clicking over to answer Blaise's call.
                  "I've been worried sick about you," I say. It may sound cheesy and over protective, but it’s the truth. I feel like I can be completely honest in everything, including my feelings, with Blaise.
              "Sorry, baby, something came up. Family emergency. I'll fill you in later. What are you doing?"
              My heart races for some reason, especially when I hear the word emergency. Thankfully he doesn't seem too pained or panicked, so I'm sure everything is all set now. "Nothing, just about to head back to the office. On my lunch break right now."
              "So you did get the job? That is amazing. I'm so proud of you." Those words melt my heart.
              "I did. Thank you for your help." There is a small pause, so without much thought, I just blurt the first thing that comes to mind. "I miss you." I bite down on my lip, worried about what he is going to say. Or think. Or do.
              Surprisingly, I can actually hear a smile in his voice. "God, I miss you too."
              The worrisome I've had since last night washes away with that, and I'm back on a cloud of pure and utter intoxication.
              "Are you going to be at work today? What part of the office do you work in?" There doesn't seem to be many different office units, unless the second floor is crowded and I just don't know it.
              "Like I said, I'm behind the scenes. I'm in and out of the office. You won't see me much, but I'll make sure to stop in now and again. I have to go in today but only to talk to the head man. I'll try to see you if I can."
              I bite down on my smile. I know he can't see me, but I really should try to pull myself together. I don't need to be this elated over the thought of seeing him. I hardly know him.
              It doesn't stop the intensity deep inside me though. The thrill.
                  The thought of what Clarissa has mentioned.
              Could I get up the nerve of having office sex with Blaise? I guess... possibly... after a few months.
              "Okay. I'll see you later then."
              "Well, what are you doing tonight?" he asks.
              "I don't have any plans... yet."
              "If I don't come into your office, I'll pick you up at seven."
              I don't hesitate blurting out, "okay!"
              I woke up uneasy and now I'm jubilate. It’s amazing