Chapter - 22
"I should get going then," After discussing the reports with Rachel, Rick stood up to leave.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Rachel stopped Rick.
"I think we are done here. I need to get going. I have plans," Rick chuckled.
"Plans with who... I mean... I haven't even explained you about your reports yet," Rachel almost slipped her inner thoughts.
"C'mon. You would have grabbed my ass and strapped me to a bed by now if there was something wrong with my reports," Rick said with a meaningful grin.
"Still... At least..." Rachel felt awkward under Rick's gaze.
Ding!
"So you actually enjoy my company. Why not just say it clearly?" Rick grinned, "Why beat around the bush?"
"Look Mr Rick, I am already engaged. I have no interest in you. You're actually lucky that I have a sense of humor. If it was someone else..." Rachel did not complete it, but Rick knew what she meant.
"But since it's you..." Rick stopped and didn't say anymore himself.
"Rick..." Rachel got on first name basis. The formalities were gone between them, "We... We don't have a chance."
'No...' Suddenly Rick heard a voice from within himself.
'But...' Now there was another voice. This time in his head.
'Stop it,' The first voice spoke again. It was Rick's heart.
'But...' The second voice tried to protest. It was actually his brain.
"No... She is a married woman... She just said that,' Rick's heart warned his brain.
'Does it matter?' The brain frowned.
'Yes, it does... There are some women we don't hit on,' The heart lectured the brain.
'Why not? Every hole out there is for plowing,' The brain retorted, "If I follow your logic, which you clearly don't have, who is he going to fuck? Every chick out there is someone's daughter, sister, mother, or wife...'
'He has Amanda...' Heart said.
'But she is just one girl." The brain looked at heart as if he was looking at some stupid ass shit.
'Why does it matter?' The heart looked offended.
'He is supposed to build a Harem, numbskull... If there is a beautiful woman in front of him, he is suppose to fuck her brains out. That is what he is suppose to do," The brain said, reprimanding the heart.
"Should he? Or should he live like a gentleman?" The heart wasn't convinced.
"Are you an idiot or what? Believe me, if you weren't pumping blood to me, I would have chopped you into pieces, stir-fried you, and fed it to someone dog. And for apology, I would have made this guy offer his ass as a present to some LGBTQ plus... plus... plus guy." The brain threatened.
"Enough," It was getting out of hand so Rick had to intervene, 'No one gets to plug my hole. No one, you fucking freak of a brain.'
"I think I should really leave," And with that, Rick stormed out of the room in a flash.
"What the fucking hell was that?" Before Rachel could even understand what just happened, Rick was already out of her cabin, 'Is he going to cry after getting rejected?'
"Was I too hard on him?" Rachel looked at the door of her cabin and thought.
Good thing that she did not know that conversation happening inside of him, and that Rick almost had a fleeting thought of experimenting on her. Lets let her live in this thought for the rest of her life.
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Walking out of Rachel's office, Rick strolled through the hospital corridors, his mind slightly preoccupied as he looked around for a certain nurse. It wasn't Amanda he was seeking this time, but Nurse Lisa. He had a question he needed to ask her, and he hoped she could provide some insights.
After a brief search, he found himself standing at the reception desk, a friendly receptionist looking up at him with a smile.
"Oh... You are back. Are you done with your tests?" The receptionist cheerfully asked.
"Yeah, it was all good. Actually, I was wondering if you could tell me where I can find Nurse Lisa?" Rick quickly cut to the chase.
"Sure thing. She's usually stationed on the third floor, but let me just double-check for you," The receptionist nodded.
But before the receptionist could look up Nurse Lisa's exact location, a voice from behind Rick interrupted their conversation.
"Looking for me, are you, pretty boy?" Nurse Lisa teased Rick.
Rick turned around, a surprised grin spreading across his face as he saw Nurse Lisa walking up to him. Her playful smile matched his own, and he realized he didn't need the receptionist's help after all.
"Speak of the devil, and she shall appear," Rick mumbled to himself. But he had a smile on his face.
"Well, I was just about to ask the receptionist, but since you're here…" Rick chuckled.
"You just couldn't wait, huh?" Lisa looked at Rick with a teasing smile.
"What can I say? Patience isn't my strong suit," Rick shrugged and played along.
"Fair enough. So, what can I do for you?" Lisa covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.
"I was actually hoping we could chat for a bit."Rick said, leaning against the counter.
"Chat? That's not a usual request from you." Lisa raised her eyebrow.
Rick couldn't help but notice how Nurse Lisa's eyes sparkled when they engaged in their playful banter. As they stood near the reception, he decided to seize the opportunity and offer her a few genuine compliments.
"You know, Lisa, you've got this way of lighting up a room with your energy. It's pretty infectious," Rick praised Lisa.
"Oh, come on. You're just saying that." Nurse Lisa said blushing.
"No, really. I'm not the only one who thinks so," Rick took a step closer and said.
Nurse Lisa playfully batted her lashes, "Well, I'll take the compliment, then."
"And that smile of yours... Auhh... Your smile is an instant mood lifter,"
"Flattery will get you everywhere, won't it?" Nurse Lisa wanted to sound unbothered, but the slight smile on her face and her red cheeks betrayed her.
Nurse Lisa actually loved those compliments from Rick. She found herself enjoying the interaction. She knew the boy in front of her was most likely trying to charm her with flattery but she actually appreciated his light-hearted compliments.
"So, Mr. Smooth Talker, what's the occasion for all these compliments?" Nurse Lisa lightly tugging her hair.
"No occasion, just stating the facts." Rick shrugged.
"Uh-huh, sure," Lisa rolled her eyes.
"Hey, speaking of keeping up, how about we keep this banter going even outside the hospital?" Rick casually suggested.
"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Rick's words piqued her interest.
"Well, how about we exchange numbers? That way, we can keep the witty remarks flowing even when we're not around," Rick winked, "Or maybe you know... In case I need expert medical advice, you know what I mean."
"Oh, I see how it is," Lisa acted like she pondered, "Well it is plausible... You might indeed need some private sessions indeed."
"You are such a smart woman," Rick chuckled.
"Hmm, I suppose I can spare a digit or two," Lisa nodded, pretending to consider, "Give me your phone."
Rick gave Lisa her phone without much thought, and she started entering her number.
"You don't have any contacts," Lisa was amused.
"I was waiting for a beauty like you," Rick grinned.
But before Lisa could enter her number, a voice filled with curiosity sounded from behind them.
"What's going on here?"
"Oh, crap!" Rick didn't even have to turn to know who it was.
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