Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (106 page)

“Wow . . . just, wow. My Zoe is falling for a guy.”

“I’ve fallen for a guy before.” Justin for one, I think . . .

“You haven’t really fallen for a guy before. You fall into lust easily, far too easily. But you’ve never fallen head over heels for a guy. And you’re well on your way, by the sound of it.”

“He left the wedding with that blonde, remember?”

“Yeah, we talked about that on our epic date failure. She’s history.”

“Let me guess—you’re thinking that you’re another notch on the Dildo’s belt?”

“No, not anymore,” I answer honestly.

“What’s changed then?” she asks. “He respects Zander, and I know he wouldn’t hurt me.” And I’m not actually lying about that. I trust him. He hasn’t given me any reason
not
to trust him.

“Have you asked him about it then? The Nikki thing?” Man, she’s being a nosy bitch about this.

“Not the details, no. But he said she’s history.”

“So he’s not still seeing her?” she fires back at me quickly.

I don’t even hesitate in replying. “No. He was pretty adamant about that.”

“First thing’s first—you need to talk that shit out. Then you need to jump his bones to say sorry for doubting him. Then, when you’re both basking in the afterglow, ask him what the deal is between you guys.”

“You mean ask him if we’re going steady?”

“If you have to. Don’t fuck around and get yourself all twisted up over things you don’t have the balls to ask about. I know you, Zo—that’s exactly what you’ll do.”

Dammit. She’s right about that one.

“Okay,” I concede.

“Just like that?” She sounds as if I just shocked the life out of her.

“Yep.” I’m sure she can hear the smile in my voice.

“Right. Where is the real Zoe?”

“Ha fucking ha.”

“There she is! Now let me get up and have some breakfast and I’ll call you Thursday before I leave to come visit. Deal?”

“Sounds good. Love you, bitch,” I say lovingly.

She giggles. “Love you more, whore features.”

“Nice,” I muse, grinning like an idiot.

“You love it. See you Friday,” she adds before ending the call.

My new plan for the week—pack my room, arrange the movers, sign the lease to my new place and thanks to Mia putting ideas in my head about Nikki, talk to my Dildo . . . I mean Noah.

Easy, right?

“Lover of the Light”

Noah

I’ve had the shifts from hell this week. Just when I want to spend more alone time with Zoe, getting to know everything there is to know about her now that the sex is out of the way, I’ve been snowed under.

So I’ve gone back to my teenage years and returned to texting the girl I want to go out with.

If you can’t be with someone the way you want because of life getting in the way, any communication is better than no communication. That’s what I hope, anyway.

Monday

Noah:
I’ve missed seeing your sexy ass around the hospital. These night shifts suck ass.

Zoe:
It’s been weird. I haven’t been cornered by anyone all day.

Noah:
There are lots of things I’d like to do with you in the hospital.

Zoe:
Really? Like what?

Noah:
Well I’m lying on my back in an on-call room right now.

Zoe:
Like you haven’t got laid in an on-call room before.

Noah:
Not with someone I can’t stop thinking about

Then I got radio silence. Granted, it was late at night, but I figured she’d at least come back with something.

But no, nothing. There went my chance at sleep.

Tuesday

Noah:
I think I spotted your ass strutting away from me today

Zoe:
Really? How did you know it was my ass?

Noah:
I’ve been watching your ass for weeks. Now that I know what it feels like in my hands, I’d know that ass anywhere.

Zoe:
What was I wearing?

Noah:
Blue pants, white shirt, what looked like a thong . . .

Zoe:
Damn . . .

Noah:
Missing me yet? Three whole days without seeing me.

Zoe:
Ah, the life of a doctor. Is this what my life is going to be like now?

Noah:
Your life?

Fucking radio silence!

Wednesday

Noah:
I heard you weren’t feeling well. I think you need a prescription for vitamin me ;)

Zoe:
Are you seriously leading in with that? LOL

Noah:
Well I usually lead in with ‘nice shoes, wanna fuck?’ But you deserve nothing but the best from me.

Zoe:
How about this? I didn’t fall for you—you tripped for me.

Noah:
Ain’t that the fucking truth, except I think I walked into you and made you fall for me.

Zoe:
Isn’t THAT appropriate. Now go do some work, Dr. Taylor.

By Thursday, I’d had enough. I got a wave across the cafeteria when I was rushing in to get something edible between surgeries, and that was all.

Noah:
Ms. Roberts, your presence is requested at eight p.m. on the fifth floor. Please confirm your attendance.

Zoe:
LOL. And why is my presence required?

Noah:
This message will self-destruct in five seconds unless you tell me you’ve been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you.

Zoe:
Maybe . . .

Noah:
You’re killing me here, Zo.

Zoe:
Does it help that I’ve been up and down like a yo-yo all week? Your texts have been driving me insane.

Noah:
There was a fair bit of radio silence at your end . . .

Zoe:
Because you were driving me insane.

Zoe:
I can’t stop thinking about you. Kissing you. Touching you. Having you in my bed in my new apartment tomorrow night . . .

Noah:
Great minds think alike, because I’ve also been thinking about christening every inch of your new apartment tomorrow night.

Zoe:
Every inch?

Noah:
I have experience with a lot of inches. I like to be thorough.

Zoe:
I seem to remember that.

Noah:
I remember everything about Saturday night. It’s been on replay in my head.

Zoe:
Me too.

Noah:
So eight p.m. tonight?

Zoe:
Is this a sex date?

Noah:
Surprisingly, no. I just want to see you. It’s been weird working opposite shifts to yours. I miss cornering you in rooms and making you blush . . .

Zoe:
You’ve talked me into it. Want me to bring you some real food?

Noah:
I think I need to keep you forever now.

Zoe:
Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’ve told you that before.

Noah:
Do I strike you as someone who just says something to get his own way?

Zoe:
Well don’t you?

Noah:
Not with you. Never with you.

Thankfully the day goes quickly, and I broker a deal with another fifth year resident to cover me for a few hours from eight p.m. to make sure that Zoe and I aren’t interrupted.

I have plans for Zoe Roberts tonight, and some of them are X-rated. Some of them she’s probably not expecting, but she’s going to get them nonetheless.

I’m waiting for her when the elevators open onto the fifth floor and she steps out wearing figure-hugging jeans that show off every fucking curve of her hips and legs. My cock gives a twitch of approval and my legs threaten to give out as I see the bright red V-neck tee she’s wearing, with a short black leather jacket over top. Her hair is simple, just pulled up into a ponytail, but I’m already imagining wrapping my fist around it and yanking it down so I can fuck her and kiss her at the same time.