Chapter Eight
A Sexy Interlude
Nancy was ordered to Mr. Deveraux’s room when she first went on duty. The inner message came in her personal hospital email, with a blind sender, so she had no idea which doctor sent it—a good way to protect their asses, she thought. Although, it looked like any inter-hospital memo, she was certain that she was the only recipient.
She didn’t mind these instructions. Mr. Deveraux was quite a stud, even sexier than Johnny Toliver, and hotter than that cute Mr. Tatum who was the start of all her troubles. There’d be no problem seducing this football player with the busted ankle. A sneak peek at his ‘equipment’ proved fruitful, a damn fine specimen of manhood, she guessed, seeing its flaccid state. Erect—she’d bet he was a good ten inches.
“So, Mr. Deverau
