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.To say she hated it would be an understatement.“I’m starting to wish you’d gotten a nursing job in London,” I mutter.She grins and throws her empty water bottle at me.“Shut up and hurry.I’m going to wet myself if I don’t get to a toilet in the next five minutes.”“You went an hour ago,” I almost laugh.“I drank two cups of coffee.”“Who does that?” I ask, getting out of the car.“Who goes on a long journey and drinks a load of diuretics?”“Me,” she says over the top of the car.“Now let’s go.”I’m leaning against the doorframe of our new apartment, waiting for Ruby to finish what has turned out to be the longest wee in history, when two men come up the stairs.My eyes do a quick sweep over them as they round the corner.Sweaty, fit and hot.I quickly ruffle my fingers through my long, blonde hair and wipe underneath my eyes.“Fuck me,” calls Ruby.I should turn around and give her some sort of signal to stop talking, but I don’t.“That was the longest piss in history.I had time to sit and think about how much better value a tampon is compared to a sanitary towel.” I hear water running in the sink.The men both stop talking about rowing machines and look up at me.I grin at them as they stare at me in confusion.“And what did you decide?” I call back without breaking eye contact.“That the risk of getting thrush and toxic shock syndrome also needs to be considered before making a final decision.”One of them pulls a funny face.“And which do you think is more likely to give you thrush?” I ask.“Depends,” she says, turning the tap off, “on whether you’re a dirty bitch.”I giggle.Ruby throws the door of the bathroom open and steps into the hallway.I half turn and smile at her.“And how is one a dirty bitch?”Ruby’s jaw drops as she stares at the tall, blonde guy who just decided to join in our conversation.The tanned, dark-haired man steps closer to me and grins.Ruby takes a deep breath.I’m not quite sure what she’s going to say.Normally she goes for shock and awe, but these guys are hot.I’m guessing she’ll want to impress them on some level and not put them off women for the rest of their lives.“You’re a dirty bitch if you don’t change your sanitary towel often enough,” she states.Shock and awe it is.The blonde guy, who reminds me of Barbie’s boyfriend, Ken, smiles and folds his arms across his chest.“Is that a medical term?”“Yes,” says Ruby, sticking her chin out at him.He unfolds his arms and offers her his hand.“I’m Owen.And I’m a gynaecologist at York Hospital.I’m more than happy to discuss the pros and cons of tampons and sanitary towels with you.”Ruby doesn’t flinch.“Ruby,” she says, shaking his hand.“And I’ve just moved here from Manchester.I’m starting work as a nurse in the A&E department of York Hospital on Monday.I’m more than happy to talk about any part of the human body, as I’ve not dedicated myself to a specialist field.And if you ask me, a male gynaecologist is a little bit pervy.”I was with Ruby on this one.If I had a problem down there, I would be mortified to find Mr Handsome with his head between my legs.In any other situation, it would be fine because he’s young, attractive and undoubtedly rich.I check out his hand.No ring.Then again, I’ve learned the hard way that it doesn’t necessarily mean no wife.He grins and then turns to me.“And you?” he asks.“Ariel,” I say, taking his hand.“I’m starting at the hospital on Monday too.” I shrug and lean back against the doorframe as the guy next to me rests his arm above my head.“And I’m a midwife so I’ve seen lots of vaginas and sanitary towels.We should compare notes.”He grins and then nods at the other guy, who looks like he’s a Greek or Italian god.“This is Ben.”I glance at him and let my eyes trail down his perfectly sculptured body.His tight white t-shirt is covered in a V-shaped sweat mark all down the front, his muscular arms poke out through rolled-up sleeves and his shorts are, well, very short.“Nice to meet you, Ben,” I say, shaking his hand.“And what is it that you do at the hospital?”He grins and takes a long, slow sip of water out of his sports bottle as he stares at me.I see the slight pink of his tongue as it wraps around the end.I’ve never been so jealous of a water bottle in my whole life.He knows exactly what he’s doing and I like it.“I’m into brains,” he says casually.“Brains and fannies,” says Ruby.“Nice combo.”“Are either of you anywhere near figuring out women yet?” I ask.They both laugh at the same time and shake their heads.“Do lots of people that work at the hospital live here?” Ruby asks.Ben nods.“Most of this building is full of doctors or nurses.Mainly doctors though, except there are a couple of apartments on the ground floor that aren’t our guys.”“Who are they?” she pushes.Ben sort of shrugs.“Solicitors, lawyers and I think a judge.They mostly keep to themselves,” he tells us.“Except Candy,” interrupts Owen.“She does the complete opposite of keeping to herself.”“Candy?” I ask, trying to not screw my face up.Owen smiles.“It’s short for Candice
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