Of course, that isn’t the only reason. Even when she’s being a hard-assed professional, she still smells like something I want to devour. I also really don’t mind the few brushes of contact that happen as she corrects my form. There’s a surge of energy that shoots through me every time, and I can’t help but notice that her skin is so smooth and soft.
Usually I have to try and hide the erection that I’m sporting between my legs. I’ll use some towel that I’ve used to wipe sweat off my forehead and cover my crotch with it. If she notices, she doesn’t say anything.
I’ve almost apologized to her a million times for it, but the fact that she doesn’t mention it or act as if she notices has me believing that maybe I shouldn’t mention it either.
So I sit there, doing my leg workouts and sporting a ragin’ hard-on. Luckily, Derrick or my other brother Trent never interrupt our sessions. If they did, I’d never live it down.
And whether she will admit it or not, when she touches me, it affects her too. Her breaths come out in little pants, a flush crosses her cheeks, and her eyes dilate. Knowing that I have an effect on her gives me a little hope. At least until I realize that there’s no chance she’s going to be interested in me. Not after the way the three doctors were vying for her. I wouldn’t even be in the running. Not with my bum leg. Heck I can’t even work yet, and even though I still have income from the ranch, a man needs to work.
I remind myself that it’s not ever going to go anywhere with her and not to let myself get carried away. Now, I somehow have to convince my heart.
Karly
Jason has been working hard, and I’m confident that in another week he may be able to start walking for a few hours each day without the cane. I’m proud of him; having a patient that is putting everything he has into the therapy is so rewarding and rare.
He wanted to be without a cane in time for his brother Trent’s wedding, and I know that’s going to be possible. It’s only a few weeks away, and I know he’ll be ready.
I’m approaching the house, walking next to the barn for our next session and I overhear some ranch hands talking. When I hear my name, I stop.
A voice I don’t recognize says, “That nurse is probably doing a lot more than making Jason work out. She’s probably giving him some special attention.”
I’m around the corner so I know they can’t see me, so I stay put, already dreading where this conversation is going. I’ve worked hard to build a good reputation, but one comment can ruin it. I’ve seen it happen before.
I hear one of the guys ask Jason directly, “So what about it, boss? Is something going on with you and the nurse?”
I can feel my eyes about bug out of my head. Jason’s out here too? I move closer to the wall and listen closely. I’m sure I’m not supposed to be eavesdropping on my boss’s conversation, but wild horses couldn’t drag me away right now.
I know that guys are stupid when they are in a group, and I brace myself for what I know is inevitable. He’s going to lie or avoid the question so they can keep assuming that it’s some sexual arrangement. I cringe just thinking about it.
“I know I haven’t been back for long, and I know that with my leg I’m not pulling my weight around here like I once was, but I promise you this, if I hear anyone talk about Karly like this again, that person will be the new scarecrow for the garden with my cane straight up his ass.”
The chuckling ceases and the jeering and murmuring dies instantly. It’s so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.
I hold my breath, stunned in disbelief. Did Jason, the guy I thought for sure was an asshole, just defend me?
“Karly is a very hard working, professional, and classy woman who doesn’t deserve to be objectified for her trouble coming out here to help me get back into working order. Is that understood?”
The resounding, “Yes sir,” he receives is even more impressive than his threat because even after he goes into the barn, the men don’t complain about him or go back to talking trash about me. He has their respect, and even though I’ve made it a personal goal to see Jason as a jerk, he now has my respect as well.
I come out from my spot by the barn and start walking to the main house without even glancing over at the group of men. I know if I do I won’t be able to resist giving them a dirty look. I’ll just go on up to the house and get everything set up for when Jason comes in. Already I can feel myself softening even more toward him, and I know that if I do, I’m not going to be able to stay professional. Sometimes the way he looks at me makes it hard to keep from getting personal with him. But I’m pretty sure I won’t be here much longer, and I just have to keep my work ethic in place, that’s all.