Free My Billionaire Stranger by Shae Black Page B

patient’s anxiety if you give them a specific time that you will return. Wrinkling his brow he bites that sexy, full bottom lip for a long moment he finally concedes.
    “Ok, an hour- one, I do not want that other nurse giving me a bed bath.”
    I smile wide and giggle, “Don’t worry, you won’t get a bath unless it’s from me.”
    “All right, go! The sooner you go, the sooner you will come back to me.”
    “So now your pushing me out the door huh?” I tease, his face darkens and I realize that was not the best choice of words.
    “I’m kidding, just kidding,”
    “I know, hurry up,” he commands, and something strange and possibly insane in me makes me happy to comply. He smooth’s his hand from where it’s been resting over my wildly beating heart to the swell of my breast, down to my waist  before he nudges me up. I rise from the bed and back out of the room closing the door with a soft click after one last look at him. I scan the hall in both directions before I make a beeline for the elevator to avoid a new onslaught of questions from Courtney.
    When I step out of the hospital I feel like I’m emerging from a thick fog…the Marcus fog… I check my phone for the first time since leaving the club last night. Fourteen missed calls and ten texts good lord. All of them are from of the girls but most from Lana. Where the hell did you go? Who woke up? Imani!!! Answer me !! And on and on- I shoot a quick group text back to them; I’m fine, don’t worry, it was a patient at work sorry, I’ll call you later. There, I pray that appeases Lana, I can’t talk about any of this right now, I don’t even know what the hell I’d say. Uh yea, this crazy gorgeous patient I’ve been flirting with while he’s been in a coma for eight days woke up and decided he couldn’t live without me so I had to go ! Even thinking it makes me feel insane. I check around me for strangers while I walk to my car, a habit I’ve perfected after ten years of looking over my shoulder. I press the button on my key fob to unlock the doors and hop in quickly re-locking immediately before heading home. My anxiety stems from knowing one of my kidnappers is still out there…somewhere living with the knowledge that I could identify him. My one saving grace is the reconstructive surgery on my face, I pray he wouldn’t recognize me if he saw me today. The attack was so damaging that I had to have plastic surgery to eat, speak or even breathe properly.
    The morning is brisk and my entire body is covered with goose bumps when I finally unlock the door to my apartment. Shower…I really need a nice warm shower; sitting in a hospital chair in club clothes all night has left me feeling grimy and sore. After a much shorter shower then I’d like and quickly braiding my wet hair I throw on some jeans, a cashmere sweater and comfy Sperry’s. Heels are definitely out for a while, twelve hours in stilettos has done a number on my poor feet. It’s been forty minutes when I grab my purse and dash out the door, I only have twenty minutes to prevent another meltdown. As irrational as it is I know in my bones that he will lose it if I’m late. I gave him a specific time so he wouldn’t panic and I have to be punctual or security will be getting their morning workout in room eight.
    Courtney stops me on my way to Marcus’s room. “Wow, you left and came back already? You don’t work tonight? And it’s only noon anyway.” Oh god, how can I explain what I’m doing here when I don’t even know myself? I go with the truth, or at least a partial truth, “He asked me to come back. Did anybody call his sister last night?” I ask.
    “Yea, I think Sheila did, no answer though.”
    “And she hasn’t been by today either?”
    “Nope, which is weird too because she’s always here at nine.”
    “Did Sheila leave a message?”
    “Yea I think so, why?”
    “Oh nothing, I just wanted to make sure she knew he was awake, I promised her I’d call right