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Every time I glanced at it, my stomach flipped—half terror, half excitement. I grabbed my phone and texted him. Me: Where are you? Kane: Pulling through the gates now. Few seconds, baby. Miss me? I didn’t answer. Instead I ran to the bathroom, heart in my throat, and pulled out the contents of the bag. The sexy nurse outfit was ridiculous. White vinyl mini-dress with red crosses over the nipples (barely covering anything), a little red cap, thigh-high stockings, and a stethoscope that looked more like a sex toy than medical equipment. I stared at myself in the mirror—cheeks burning, thighs pressing together.

They never looked comfortable when Luna wore them and they didn't look comfortable now. "Those are basics, right? Like they're things I need?" Serena pleaded. Lena shook her head pouting. "Sorry but basic are those," she pointed at a pair of flat black boots similar to the ones Maddox wore. "Dr Martins." "I like those," I said. Lena and Serena pouted at me and dragged me into the shop. I was thrown to a stool and ordered to remove my shoes so Lena could measure my feet. She grabbed a plastic board and placed it against my foot moving a slider down to my shoes.

“Good morning, Ma’am,” someone said making her jump in surprise. She looked to her left to see the security guard. He greeted her when he noticed her hesitation to enter inside. She nodded while forcing a smile. She entered the hospital nervously. She was afraid. She hadn’t been to a place like this before. Her low-heeled shoes clanked against the marble floor. She stood in the middle and turned her head around in all directions to take note of her surroundings. It was noisy yet classy. She could see people rushing in and out. Nurses holding files while many receptionists answered calls which just didn’t seem to stop.

I shot a quick glance at Nik, whose entire attention was on the basketball court, and his careless hand which was squeezing my thigh. Serena, who was now facing the court, gave me a brief relief from the concerning looks and glances she had been shooting at me all night. I had on thigh high leader boots tucked into equally leather pants and a cropped white Jersey too. The goal was casual, yet cute. Unlike me, Serena was putting on stilleto heels and a mini bubble skirt, with a similar jersey of her all time favourite player. Nik was tense, and I could tell it was the game because every time the knicks threw a brick shot, or when the scores got way too close he would tense up and his grip wou

I asked, glancing at her with a smile. Her face immediately darkened. Had I guessed correctly? Was she the one fooling around in here earlier? She forced a smile. "Oh Landon, it wasn't me. I just got here, can't you see?" She resumed playing her game, but now, I couldn't help but notice her leg, smooth and white, exposed as she casually shifted her position. Her nurse's uniform had ridden up to her waist, exposing her thigh-high stockings—no panties, just the silk stockings on her flawless skin.

If Nathan were here, he’d be running around, coaxing Evans and trying to distract him from the pain, but since he wasn’t here, Evans braved the pain and endured it till the nurse was done, but at that time, he was sweating really badly, and his hospital shirt was soaked. The nurse looked at his soaked shirt, then frowned, “We can’t let you wear that soaked shirt. How about I clean you up?” She asked, and didn’t even blush. She was a nurse and didn’t really think much about this. To her, Evans is a patient, and her work is to care about him and not let him fall sick again, but if the nurse knew she escaped danger, she’d kneel to thank her Lord.