“Okay,” she said. “You pick out the three dildos and I’ll go get the honey and the chocolate.”
Rachel’s eyes sparkled.
“Don’t forget the teaspoon,” Rachel added.
“Tablespoon,” Ainsley corrected.
“Right,” Rachel responded. “Rope?”
“I tend not to keep a lot of rope around but you can find stockings in the second drawer of my dresser.”
Damn! Chapter 25 has a lot of elements…
But Ainsley’s core was already reacting to the anticipation.
This is going to be fun!
Chapter 33
Forty minutes later, they were in the emergency room at Scripps Memorial.
“Ow!” Rachel yelped.
“I told you, keep still!” Ainsley said.
Rachel pouted but obeyed.
They were in a charmless examination room, waiting for the X-ray results. Rachel was in a half-reclined position on the patient bed in the room while Ainsley was sitting in one of the uncomfortable-looking guest chairs, tapping her foot impatiently.
Rachel had just learned that one of the advantages of dating a doctor was that when that doctor personally brought someone to the ER at the hospital where she worked, things moved rapidly. Especially if Doctor Girlfriend was not just any doctor, but a surgeon.
Entering the ER, Ainsley had marched up to the registration counter and said, “I’m Dr. Ainsley Janowicz, Assistant Chief of General Surgery here. I want this woman to see Dr. Evans as soon as possible.”
And boom! Just like that, the Red Sea parted and Rachel, being pushed in a wheelchair, was escorted into the examination area beyond and shown to the nearest empty room.
Rachel had protested, of course. After all, the waiting room of the ER had been full of other patients and Rachel was sure that probably all of them needed more urgent attention than her. But Ainsley had told her that Dr. Evans wasn’t one of the ER docs; he was the chief resident of something-something-something—Rachel didn’t catch it.
Now, Rachel shifted again on the bed and Ainsley glared at her.
“What?” Rachel asked. “My butt is falling asleep!”
Ainsley sighed, stood and helped Rachel adjust herself to a more comfortable position on the bed.
“I like this side of you,” Rachel said with a smirk.
Ainsley quirked an eyebrow. She sat on the edge of the bed and took Rachel’s hand.
“Which side is that?” she asked.
“This super-protective side,” Rachel answered. Earlier, back at Ainsley’s, when it happened and Rachel was howling in agony on the bedroom floor, Ainsley had asked, “What? What?” obvious panic in her voice.
“I think I pulled a muscle!” Rachel had screeched. It had been agonizing. A sharp, piercing pain at the top of her inner thigh, right near where her leg joined her pelvis.
“Shit!” Ainsley had exclaimed. “I knew this was going to happen! Get over here and untie me!”
“I don’t think I can walk!”
“Well, crawl!”