Rainwater Kisses: A Billionaire Love Story (5 page)

"K
aylee, you have a new
patient in Room Four and the man in Room Five is puking again." Allie, one
of the ER unit assistants, sidled up to me, handing me the freshly made chart
for the patient in Room 4. "I have Mr. Smith in Room Three ready for his
EKG, and we are just waiting on Dr. Gregory to come consult. By the way, how
was your sister's wedding?"

"It was great. I think Iowa
needs an ocean," I said with a grin. Allie giggled in agreement as I
flipped open the battered blue plastic binder and started scanning through the
patient's history.
Thomas Birch. Male, age sixteen, fell skateboarding.
Complains of 8/10 pain in wrist. No known allergies or other pertinent medical
history.
It was looking like a fairly routine-but-busy day.

At least the busy day would keep my
mind off a certain someone. "We'll probably need X-rays," I said
after reading the file. "Will you find out what the wait time is down in
Radiology? And go ahead and let Marta know that Mr. Birch can have the standard
pain med protocol. For the man in Room Five, make sure he has a bucket. I'll
check on him next and see if we can't up the medication in his IV."

Allie nodded and hurried off to
find the nurse. I tucked the chart under my arm and headed to the room. A young
man stared up at me with big eyes, trying to be brave as his eyes betrayed the
fear crawling up inside of him. I knew he was taking in my white lab coat, the
chart under my arm, and the dark blue scrubs, hoping that I would be able to
make things better.

"Are you the doctor?" he
asked. His mom looked up, her face anxious.

"I'm Kaylee, and I'm a
physician's assistant. I'd like to take a look at your arm, if that's okay with
you."

He nodded slowly as I washed my
hands and sat down on a wheelie chair by his gurney. He started to tell me how
the accident happened, and I listened as I looked him over, asking questions
and jotting notes. The poor kid's arm had an extra bend in it and was swollen.
It looked really painful. Quickly I scribbled down my observations onto the
chart.
Probable closed distal radius fracture: no open wound. X-ray, consult
with ortho, cast vs surgery,
my mind ran through the diagnosis, thinking of
the next steps.

"You're going to have to lay
off the ollies for a little while with this. It looks like you have a distal
radius fracture, or a broken wrist. We'll need an X-ray to know for sure
exactly what's broken." I gently placed his damaged wrist back in his lap.
He looked at me with big eyes. "As long as it is just a simple break, it
shouldn't be a problem. In a little bit, someone will be in to take you to
Radiology to get your X-rays. Once we get them back, we'll have a better idea
of what to do next."

"Is he going to need
surgery?" The boy's mother's face was pale and drawn.

"We won't know until after the
X-rays. Hopefully not, though," I answered honestly. The mother nodded and
pressed her lips into a thin line. "I'll make sure to let you know as soon
as we get the films. Can I get you anything?"

The boy and his mother shook their
heads, and I thanked both of them, washed my hands and left the room. I could
hear a trauma alert going off for Section Three. I was Section Two, but I still
mentally prepared myself. If it was a rough one, I would have to hop over and
help.

"Kaylee, you have a phone
call, line two," Allie called out to me from the desk. I went into the
nurse's station and found a chair, opening the chart to write my notes and
orders before picking up the phone.

"ER, this is Kaylee, how may I
help you?"

"If I wanted to see you again,
would I have to be a patient?" The voice caught me off guard for a moment.
No way it was Owen. As much as I wanted it to be him, there was no way a suave,
handsome billionaire was going to call me at the ER.

"Owen?" I hoped I didn't
sound as squeaky through the phone as I did to my own ears.

"Are you in the habit of
seeing many people?" I could hear his handsome smile through the phone.
Out in the parking lot an ambulance siren sounded its arrival. I glanced up,
checking the status boards, seeing two more patients pop up for my area.
Hopefully the trauma wouldn't need my help because this day was starting to
look a little hectic.

"If you came into this ER
without a major trauma, I would give you one. It is too busy today and we are
just getting busier." I scribbled out my signature on the bottom of the
order page and handed the chart to the charge nurse for order input.

"Alright then. What time do
you get off work?"

"7:30. Though it's usually a
little later just to finish paperwork. Why?" Three new patients in the
waiting room.

"I'll give you a call
then." There was a smile in his voice as the line shifted to silence. I
placed the receiver back on the phone, a small smile forming on my lips. It was
something to look forward to at the end of my shift. The medics wheeled an
elderly woman with what appeared to be a broken hip into the trauma room. At
least they weren't going to need the backup, I thought to myself as I headed to
room five.

My mind kept replaying Owen's
voice, the promise lingering in my head.
I'll give you a call then.
I
wondered where he got the ER's phone number, but I realized it wouldn't be that
hard to figure out. He knew I worked in an ER and there aren't very many ERs in
Des Moines. Heck, it wouldn't be that hard to figure out my private cell number
for a man as wealthy as Owen.

I couldn't wait to hear from him
again. I stepped into Room Five, my shoes slipping on the floor. Just because
we had given him a bucket didn't mean he was using it. I sighed. 7:30 couldn't
come fast enough.

M
y feet hurt so much I was tempted
to crawl through the parking lot to get to my car. It was almost 8:00, but the
ER had been so packed I hadn't been able to escape any earlier. My boss was not
going to be pleased with all the overtime.
Maybe she'll stop pestering me to
take extra shifts,
I thought.
Nah, not gonna happen in this lifetime.
The phones had been ringing off the hook, but the desk secretary promised none
of the calls had been for me. I had been able to stave off disappointment until
I got to my locker and saw I had no messages on my phone.

So much for Owen's call.

As I stepped out of the main ER
doors, the frosty night air stung my face. It smelled like it might snow later.
I adjusted my scarf to keep the draft out of my coat and began the long walk to
my car. I was just hoping it would start with the bitter cold and a semi-dead
battery.
Note to self, I really needed to get that fixed.
Just as I
reached the curb, my phone began to buzz.

A grin cracked my face as I didn't
even pause to look at the caller ID and just hit "Answer".

"Owen?" I asked excitedly
into the phone.

A siren from the ambulance room
sounded, covering up any response I might have heard. I shot an irritated glare
toward the ambulance driver, hoping that Owen was still on the line. I nearly
dropped my phone when I looked over though.

Instead of seeing a bashful EMT,
there was Owen, leaning against the hood of the ambulance with a bouquet of
flowers. He grinned and pushed himself off the red hood and gracefully
sauntered over to where I stood, my jaw resting on the pavement. He reached
over and gently hit the "End Call" button once he reached me, the
contact bringing me out of my shock at seeing him.

"What are you doing
here?" My mind was spinning. This had to be a trick my brain was playing.
Owen was supposed to be in New York working for Jack, not bringing me flowers
at an ER in Des Moines.

"It's a little after 7:30, and
I said I would call you. So, I'm calling you," he said quietly. His breath
frosted the night air as he spoke and he was close enough that I could almost
feel his warmth. I was torn between reaching out and touching him to make sure
he was real, or just holding still and letting the dream continue. "These
are for you."

He held out the flowers, the
plastic lining rustling as he uncovered the protective shell so I could see
them. They were soft pink plumeria flowers. I took a deep breath, the sweet
fragrance instantly bringing me back to the warm sun and sand. I realized they
were the same type of flowers that I had been wearing in my hair.

"They're beautiful," I
whispered. My eyes flickered up to look at him and his blue eyes made my heart
skip a beat. Even in the garish light of the garage he was gorgeous. I kept
hoping he would lean down and kiss me.

"Not as beautiful as
you," he whispered, and for a moment, I believed him. He tipped his chin
down, angling to bring his mouth to mine, but then a cold wind whipped my hair,
flinging the tiny strands that had escaped my messy pony tail into my eyes. It
must have hit him too, and I remembered we were standing in the middle of an
ambulance receiving bay.

"Thank you," I said as I
shivered. Owen looked perfectly warm in his long black wool overcoat, but my
own coat was just a little short in the sleeves and let in bursts of cold air
whenever I moved. Owen rubbed his gloved hands up and down my arms as soon as
he saw I was trembling.

"Let's get you out of the
cold. Follow me. I have Chinese food in the car." He reached for my hand
and began pulling me gently toward Visitor Parking. I followed eagerly, my
stomach growling for something other than hospital coffee and the bagel I stole
from the doctor's lounge for lunch.

"Chinese? How did you know to
bring exactly what I was craving?" Sesame chicken sounded like the most
delicious thing I could imagine at that moment. Well, at least as far as food
went...

"I'm just that good..."
He smirked like it was true, but it quickly crumbled into a guilty grin when I
raised my eyebrows. "Emma told me it was your favorite. I was going to get
us reservations at a French restaurant, but she made sure I knew that you could
be a grouch at the end of your shifts and I would be risking my life taking you
anywhere nice in scrubs. So, I have comfort food and a bottle of wine in the
car."

I shook my head. "As much as I
hate to admit it, she's right. I probably would have killed you in a horrible
and gruesome fashion if I was expected to go out tonight. Chinese gets you extra
brownie points."

Owen laughed. My night was
infinitely better now, the stresses of the busy shift drifting away on the the
last of the winter winds. This was the best way to end a shift. A large black
limousine loomed up out of the darkness, purring softly in a corner of the
visitors' lot. Owen opened the door and I slid in, the smell of delicious food
steaming the tinted windows.

"Oh my god, it smells amazing
in here! What all did you get?" I wriggled out of my jacket and bent over
one of the brown paper bags, tearing into it like a rabid badger.

"Sesame chicken, lemon
chicken, shrimp lo-main, spicy beef stir-fry, wontons, dumplings, egg-rolls,
and egg fried rice. I hope I got something you like."

I paused long enough in my frantic
opening of the bag to grin up at him as he shrugged gracefully out of his coat.
"Something I like? You got
everything
I like!"

He relaxed into the seat, rolling
his shirt cuffs up, his blue eyes watching me with a twinkle. "Good. I'd
hate for you to starve."

I popped a dumpling into my mouth
and made a funny face at him, enjoying the way his face crinkled when he
laughed. He leaned over and dug into one of the bags until he pulled out a box
of fried rice and a pair of chopsticks. He easily started eating the rice with
the cheap wooden sticks.

"How'd you learn to do
that?" I asked, my mouth full of chicken and dumpling.

"I travel a lot. Japan is a
big market and there are a lot of business meetings over dinner." He
easily maneuvered the tiny grains of rice into his mouth like it was easy to
get them to stick together and not fall all over the leather seats.

"Japan? That must be
exciting," I said, taking another bite of sesame chicken. Owen nodded and
continued eating his rice.

"I don't get to go there
often. I mostly travel to the Middle East and recently to growing parts of Asia
and Africa."

"Aren't those parts of the
world dangerous?"

"A little. But, it's my job,
so I do it. If I go to Japan sometime soon, would you like to go with me?"
He lifted his chopsticks neatly to his mouth without a single grain of rice
falling off.

"I don't know. Emma's wedding
was the first time I've ever left the country. I'm not really big on
traveling." I avoided his eyes and dug around in the bag for the
egg-rolls.

"What? I thought everyone
liked to travel." I could feel the question dancing in his blue eyes as he
looked at me. His smile made my heart race. I swallowed my food down hard.

I didn't want to tell him how
traveling made me nervous. How I didn't do well away from home or that I
loathed the idea of getting on an airplane. The trip for Emma's wedding had
taken four shots of whiskey just to get me okay with the idea of the plane
taking off. Coming home hadn't been much better.

"I guess I just like home. I
like having my life in one place and knowing where everything is. I like road
trips to see old friends, but all my favorite things are right here. Why would
I want to leave?" I said, a wry smile on my face to disguise the
nervousness I felt at even talking about it.

Owen nodded thoughtfully before
shrugging and giving me one of his trademarked smiles. "The invitation
still stands. I would love to take you to Japan."

"How about you just come with
me back to my place?" I held my breath for a moment. I wasn't the one who
was usually so bold, but the man did fly out and bring me flowers in a limo.

Owen's face darkened and he set the
now empty box of rice down carefully on the seat.

"I can't, Kaylee. I want to, I
really, really want to, but I can't. I have a meeting in the morning."

"Oh," I said. I shrugged.
"You sure?" I felt a small twinge of rejection, but I knew he didn't
mean it that way. I still felt it, though.

"Kaylee, I wish more than
anything I could stay with you tonight, but my flight leaves in an hour and I
have to be on it. I'll probably be late for my meeting as is." Owen's blue
eyes held mine and I could see the wish reflected in their depths.

"What do you mean, you'll be
late as is? It can't be any later than nine and New York is, what, a three hour
flight?" I asked slowly.

"The meeting isn't in New
York. It's in Abu Dhabi. And I guess technically the meeting isn't tomorrow,
but the time changes just get confusing." He looked up apologetically.
"I really just wanted to see you again."

"You flew three hours in the
wrong direction, just to bring me Chinese food and flowers?"

"Basically."

I was floored. No one had ever done
anything like that for me. I felt a warm glow start in my chest, a happiness
that made me smile involuntarily. He really did like me.

I leaned over and kissed him. The
world was tipsy and wonderful, but somehow incredibly right as our lips met.
His hand grabbed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in the mess of my
ponytail, pulling me closer to him. I slid across the leather seat, heat and
desire searing through me. All I wanted was to kiss him, to touch him, to be
with him.

His shoulders were strong under my
hands, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into him. I loved the way he
smelled, the way he tasted, the way he groaned into my kiss like it was the only
thing in the world he had ever wanted. He nibbled on my bottom lip, his tongue
dancing with mine as his hands roamed my back and sides.

I began unbuttoning his dress
shirt, trying very hard not to simply just rip the buttons off instead.
"Kaylee, my flight..." he groaned, but he didn't bother to finish the
sentence, letting me continue working on his buttons. The last two, I ripped
off.

As soon as his shirt was undone, he
reached for my scrub top, lifting it easily over my head and tossing it next to
the car door. I giggled as he ran a finger across the strap of the tank top I
wore underneath, loving the way his fingers tickled across my skin. He slipped
a strap off one shoulder, pushing the bra strap with it, and leaned forward to
gently kiss the bare skin. I shivered with anticipation and he pushed the
second set of straps off as well.

He licked his lips, his pupils
going wide as he traced my collar bone from the shoulder to the center of my
breast bone and down into my cleavage. With gentle fingers, he caressed the
swells of my breasts peeking out from the tank top. I leaned my head back and
let out a sigh of pleasure. This was exactly what I needed after a shift from
hell.

"Excuse me sir, but it is time
to go to the airport. If you give me the young lady's keys, I will start her
car before we leave," the limo chauffeur’s voice came over the intercom. I
stiffened for a moment, thinking he was watching us, but the privacy screen was
still in place.

"If you give him your keys,
he'll give us a few more minutes," Owen whispered, brushing a stray strand
of dark hair off my cheek. I quickly scrambled for my coat, digging into the
pockets for the worn keys. Owen hit the button on the privacy screen, lowering
it just enough to let me slide the keys through.

"It's a gray Dodge Neon, third
row from the end in the main employee lot," I told the driver before Owen
raised the screen back up. I heard the car door open and close, soft footsteps
disappearing into the night.

"We have only a couple of
minutes," Owen whispered. His eyes were dark with want as he looked me up
and down, seeing something that he wanted very badly. "But I just can't
say no."

"Then we better make it
quick," I replied, kissing him fiercely. I still wasn't looking for a
relationship, but when a perfectly muscled man flies three hours to bring you
dinner and flowers, it's hard to say no. Especially when your body is screaming
yes.

"I don't have a condom,"
he said softly. I gave him a wicked grin.

"It's okay. I'm on birth
control... and I trust you."

He pulled down sharply on my shirt,
dragging my bra along with it and exposing my breasts to him. His tongue was on
my nipple in an instant, turning it into a hard nub of pleasure in his mouth. I
moaned softly, pushing my chest further into his face and reaching to fumble
with his belt.

I felt his strong hands slide over
mine, easily undoing the button and zipper. I let my hand slide into the
opening of his pants, and gasped as I felt his full length ready for my touch.
He bit down softly, sending a gentle shock through me and deep into my core. I
ran my hands up and down the length of his shaft, feeling him somehow continue
to swell.

I pulled at the strings holding my
scrub pants to my hips, feeling the comfortable fabric loosen and fall. Owen
sped it along, pulling them off as I kicked my clogs off and squirmed out of my
pants. As soon as my legs were free, I straddled Owen's lap, kissing him and
drawing his tongue into my mouth. His manhood pressed up against my underwear,
begging for entrance, and I pushed my hips down into him.

He wrapped one arm around me, his
fingers splaying on my back while the other slid my panties to the side. For a
glorious moment he sat poised at my entrance, our eyes locked, breathing heavy.
Then slowly, so slowly, he slid into me, inch by glorious inch, until I could
hold no more.