Chapter 9Alejandra
Alejandra arrived at the hospital feeling uneasy. She was tired after two days without proper sleep. Greg had given her the nastiest jobs, and her attraction for Rob seemed unhealthy. She was so close to having her ticket home, yet she was risking it all, and for what? A guy she didn't even know? Granted, Pablo had never managed to give her an o****m as powerful as the one of the club, but pleasure came in a fine wine bottle turned into a Molotov bomb. Dangerous stuff. Decadent, in more than one sense, stuff…
When Alex passed the nurses' station on Rob's floor, a hand snaked and grabbed her arm rudely.
“You can't come in,” the fake blond of the day before told her, venom pouring down her invisible fangs.
“But…”
“Dr. MacArthur is with his real fiancé. He asked me to
