Author: Karen Deen

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his phone.

Mason is a pilot who spent four years in the military, before he was discharged, struggling with the things he saw. He started to work in the commercial sector but then was picked up by a private charter company. He’s perfect for that sort of role. He has the smoothness, wit, and intelligence to mingle with anyone, no matter who they are. He’s had great stories of different passengers over the years and places he’s flown.

“Why in god’s name would anyone think you were interesting enough to talk for more than five minutes. You can’t even make that time limit for sex,” I say, waiting for the reaction.

“Oh, you are all so fucking funny, aren’t you. I’m talking about my role in mentoring kids to reach for their dream jobs no matter how big that dream is.” The look on his face tells me he takes this seriously.

“Jokes aside, man, that’s a great thing you do. If you can dream it, you can reach it. If you make a difference in one kid’s life, then it’s worth it.” We all stop with the ribbing and start to work out tonight’s details. We agree to meet at a bar first for a drink and head to the dinner together. My second alarm on my watch starts up. We all know what that means.

Parting ways, Mason yells over his shoulder to us all, “By the way, it’s black tie.”

I inwardly groan as I pick up my pace into a steady jog again. I hate wearing a tie. It reminds me of high school wearing one every day. If I can avoid it now, I do. Unfortunately, most of these charity dinners you need to dress to impress. You also need to have your wallet full to hand over a donation. I’m lucky, I’ve never lived without the luxury of money, so I’m happy to help others where I can.

Running down Michigan Avenue, I can see Mercy Hospital in the distance standing tall and proud. It’s my home away from home. This is the place I spend the majority of my waking hours, working, along with some of my sleeping hours too. My heart beats happily in this place. Looking after people and saving lives is the highest rush you can experience in life. With that comes rough days, but you just hope the good outweighs the bad most of the time.

That’s why I run and try not to miss the workouts with the boys. You need to clear the head to stay focused. The patients need the best of us every single time. Tate works with me at Mercy which makes for fun days and nights when we’re on shift together. He didn’t run with me today as he’s in his consult rooms and not on shift at the hospital.

I love summer in Chicago, except, just not this heat in the middle of the day when I’m running and sweating my ass off. It also means the hospital struggles with all the extra caseload we get. Heat stroke in the elderly is an issue, especially if they can’t afford the cool air at home. The hospital is the best thing they have for relief. My smart watch tells me it’s eighty-six degrees Fahrenheit, but it feels hotter with the humidity.

I don’t get the extra caseload, since I don’t work in emergency. That’s Tate’s problem. He’s a neurosurgeon who takes on the emergency cases as they arrive in the ER. Super intense, high-pressure work. Not my idea of fun. I had my years of that role, and I’m happy where I am now.

Coming through the front doors of the hospital, I feel the cool air hit me, while the eyes of the nursing staff at the check-in desk follow me to the elevator. The single ones are ready to pounce as soon as you give them any indication you might be interested. Tate takes full advantage of that. Me, not so much. When you’re an intern, it seems like a candy shop of all these women who want to claim the fresh meat. The men are just as bad with the new female nurses.

We work in a high-pressure environment, working long hours and not seeing much daylight at times. You need to find a release. That’s how I justified it, when I was the intern. I remember walking into a storeroom in my first year as an intern, finding my boss at the time, Leanne, and she was naked from the waist down being fucked against the wall by one of the male nurses. Now I am a qualified doctor who should hold an upstanding position in society, so I rarely get involved in the hospital dating scene anymore.

Fuck, who am I kidding? That’s not the reason. It’s the fact I got burnt a few years ago by a clinger who tried to get me fired when I tried to move on. Not going down that path again. Don’t mix work and play, they say—well, I say. Tate hasn’t quite learned that lesson yet. Especially the new batch of interns he gets on rotation every six months. He is a regular man-whore.

Am I a little jealous? Maybe just a tad. Both me and my little friend, who’s firming up just thinking about getting ready for some action. It’s been a bit of a dry spell. I think it’s time to fix that.

Pity my date for tonight, Mason, is not even close to what I’m thinking about.

My cock totally loses interest now in the conversation again.

Can’t say I blame him.

Just then the enchanting woman from today comes to mind and my cock is back in the game. I wish I knew who she was.

Now this afternoon’s rounds could be interesting if my scrubs are tenting with a hard-on.

The joys of being a large man, if you get my drift.

There’s no place to hide him.

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