Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I frown. “Hmm, true. I didn’t think of that, but I suppose they would be. They were all really hot, though. It wouldn’t be a hard choice.”
“And what happens if you did the deed with one guy and liked him, and then next time some other chick wanted him.”
Horror fills me as I imagine the scenario. “Oh, yeah, that’s bad. I couldn’t deal. I’m taking a shower.” I drag myself out of bed, walk into the bathroom, and turn the shower on and I glance at my reflection in the mirror. A stupid thrill of excitement runs through me and I smile goofily at my racoon-eyed reflection. For some reason, last night made me feel alive. It was my very own dirty little secret that only Jenna and me know about. I would never do it. I already know that my morals would never surrender, but damn, it is fun being offered a choice. Dreaming of the impossible, I haven’t had any choices to choose from for so long. I undress and hop under the hot water and let it run over my head. Eliza’s words run through my mind.
“Every girl in this club wants this position, but I’m not interested in them.”
“I want you, Vivienne. You have something special. I want you as an Escape girl.”
I soap myself up. Eliza wants me. She thinks I have what it takes to keep her clients happy.
And you know what? If that was what I wanted to do—it’s not, but if it was—I reckon I could do a bloody good job of it, too. It’s been so long since I had a good night with a man. Years, in fact.
I continue washing my body as I imagine getting my every need met for a change. A powerful man who would do anything to have me in his bed. What would it be like?
Maybe it’s me who needs an escape.
“What do you have to get today?” Jenna asks, interrupting my daydream. She walks in and sits on the toilet with the lid down.
“Erm.” I subtly shake my head to snap my wayward thoughts back to reality, frowning as I think. “A few new outfits. I don’t have anything dressy enough. My hospital work stuff is all a bit dated.” I think on it. “Oh, and some sensible shoes.”
She smiles cheekily.
I smirk. “What?’
“Are you going to wear your sensible shoes on Wednesday night to the Escape Club?” she teases.
I shake my head and laugh. “The Escape Club doesn’t do sensible in any way, shape, or form.”
“Hello, I’m here to start today,” I say nervously through the glass window.
The receptionist looks at me over the top of her glasses. “What are you here for, dear?”
I try to calm the nerves in my stomach. “I have an internship that starts today.” I’m nervous as all hell. God, I hope I get a nice doctor.
“What doctor are you with, dear” She smiles kindly.
I shuffle around in my bag and pull out the printed email I have. I quickly scan the document for a name. Oh, there it is. “A Dr. Stanton.”
“Oh, yes, Dr Stanton is on level three in the cardiology west wing. His PA will be there, along with the other interns.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
I stuff the email back into my bag and head to the elevators. My heart is somersaulting in my chest as I ride up to level three and make my way down to the cardiology wing. Eventually, down the track I would love to be a cardiologist, and that’s why I applied with Dr. Stanton.
Hearts fascinate me.
They’re the center of our very existence. Very few cardiologists take on interns, so it’s common for interns to move interstate to take up their positions. I just hope I get a nice crew to work with for the next twelve months. I continue walking up the hall until I get to a staff room where a few younger people are hanging around. This must be it. I tentatively walk in.
“Hello. Is this the cardiology wing? I’m looking for the interns,” I ask.
“Yes.” The tall man smiles warmly. He stands and immediately shakes my hand. “I’m Mathew.”
I smile as we shake hands. “Hello, I’m Ashley.”
“Nice to meet you, Ashley.” Mathew turns to the other four people with him. “I would introduce you, but I’ve already forgotten the names.” He smiles bashfully.
They all stand. Three men and one woman.
“I’m Steven,” one man smiles. He’s older, maybe early forties.
“I’m Zane.” The good looking guy smiles. He is young and European looking. He looks as if he would only be straight out of med school. Maybe twenty-four or twenty-five.
“I’m Maria,” the girl announces as she looks me up and down and makes an internal assessment.
Oh… okay.
I fake a smile and shake her hand. I already know I don’t like this bitch. How rude?