I’m Doctor Stephanie Anderson. I work as an internist at Springfield Methodist Hospital. I spend a lot of time in the emergency room assessing patients and assisting the staff. I consult with the ER doctors on more complicated cases and make sure patients who need to be admitted or require surgery are taken care of with a higher level of priority.
That’s where I first met Sergeant Jacobs. I saw him bring people into the ER who needed medical treatment. Typically, the ER doctors can handle most cases law enforcement officers bring in, so I don’t have a lot of direct involvement with him at the hospital. However, I remember the first time I was there when he brought someone in.
A male in handcuffs had harmed himself during transport. He was to be booked for an outstanding warrant. His face had dried blood, and there was a small gash on his forehead, right at the hairline. A cursory glance at the patient, and I knew all he needed was a couple of sutures and to be watched for symptoms of a concussion. It’s a typical ploy to try to get out of spending the night in jail—nothing the ER docs couldn’t handle.
Then I glanced at the law enforcement officer who had brought him in. This was back before his promotions. One of the nurses called him Officer Jacobs. I heard him explain that the patient was fine when he put him into the back of his patrol car. Then he had observed the man lean forward and smash his head a couple of times on the barrier between the front and back seats. When the officer had opened the door to check on the prisoner, he saw the small cut and had brought him in.
Although I barely remember the patient, it was the man in uniform who had all my attention. He was the reason I lingered nearby. He was tall and regularly worked out, if the bulging biceps and thick, veiny forearms were any indication. The body armor he had on added to his bulk, but it was easy to see how tapered his waist was. His fine ass made my fingers itch to grab it and his leg muscles bulged against his pants, further showing that his workouts paid off.
When his eyes caught mine, I was mesmerized. Clear and icy blue, like the edge of a lake fed by mountain streams. His hair looked dark, but it was hard to tell exactly what color was hidden under his police cap. I stared at him for longer than was necessary, but he didn’t drop his gaze from mine even while scribbling something on a small piece of paper. He exuded quiet strength and demonstrated confidence in the way he held himself and his refusal to break eye contact. I was the one who blinked first, but not before I noticed a slight smirk on his lips as they slowly began to turn up at the corners.
I turned away, my knees weak just from staring at this man. This was so unlike me. I always acted in a professional manner, which was probably why I hadn’t had sex in a while. It was certainly the reason I was having such a visceral reaction to this hot cop. My mind raced with all sorts of dirty things I’d let him do to me. Oh my god, I thought to myself, I was working. I needed to shake this off. He affected me too much. I started to walk away when a hand on my elbow stopped me from escaping. I felt the electric sizzle immediately. It shot up my arm, warmed across my chest and made me lightheaded. I wanted this man, desperately! I turned slowly, so I didn’t lose my balance completely and looked up at him.
“You’re new here, aren’t you, Doctor…” He looked down at the name embroidered above the pocket on my white coat. My chest heaved with the effort to breathe. “Anderson?” His question was a low rumble that only the two of us could hear, and it did things to neglected parts of my anatomy. He glanced back to his prisoner, checking that he wasn’t causing a problem for the ER staff. Our security guard was standing at the edge of the curtained room. Officer Jacobs looked me up and down, causing goosebumps to erupt, and I was pretty sure my nipples peaked. He smiled fully, and it was dazzling, but it was the dimples that did me completely in. I was incoherent. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to think or speak because I doubted I would be able to do either.
I blinked up at him, dumbfounded by his rugged good looks and the way my body traitorously reacted to him. I had no words. I knew he asked me a question, but I’d already forgotten it.
“Dr. Anderson, is that right?” he asked and I nodded my head. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, and my lips seemed to be stuck together. I licked them to moisten them, but my mouth only became drier as those glacial blue eyes tracked my tongue’s path, and I watched his mouth part ever so slightly. I desperately wanted him to lean down and kiss me. I didn’t care that we didn’t know each other, or that we were standing in the middle of a busy emergency room with my colleagues all around. He chuckled slightly at my lack of verbal communication and picked up one of my hands in his large ones. Pressing his palm into mine, he discreetly slipped me a business card.
He leaned down and rasped close to my ear, “Call me if you find yourself in need of assistance, Dr. Anderson.” Then he stood tall again, showed me a megawatt grin and gave me a wink so quick I could almost tell myself it was just my overactive imagination. Then, he strode back to where his prisoner was being treated.
I hurried out of the ER. As soon as I passed through the security doors and into the hallway of the main hospital, I stopped and looked at the card. His personal phone number was handwritten on the card, which also contained all his office information.
That’s how I came to be sitting in the corner of my closet, huddled in a ball with my arms wrapped around my long legs. Because after a lot of inner debate, I called him and asked for his help, like I’d done many times since the first time. My butt cheeks are getting numb from waiting for him to find me, but my blood is hot and rolling with desire. I hear him getting closer and closer, ramping up my physical hunger. I think I can hear my heart beating right out of my chest. I love this—the buildup and suspense. God, I want him to hurry.