2. The one with the Doctor treatment

"The hell, dude. Oh... fuck it!" I cursed a bit too loudly when the sharp edge of the folder decided to be cute and slammed onto my feet. I saw blood. My eyes went wide before my hands scrambled, reaching for a tissue deep in my purse.

"Shit. Sorry, Emilie. And it's Maxim. I told you this before. Here let me see that. Press on it, let me get my kit."

I heard him calling the hospital, saying that there was an emergency and that he would be an hour late. Obnoxious Ken came back minutes later with some Band-Aids and what looked like an antiseptic bottle. He told me to sit on the sofa, then he took off my heels and tended to my wound.

Wow. Why did it feel so sexual? God, I really need to get laid. I shuddered, then cleared my throat, trying to hide the budding horniness that was not helping my situation. At all.

He gave me a bottle of water and told me to take my time before leaving. His eyes followed my movement as I opened the bottle and slowly sipped the cold water. Suddenly I was parched, quenching my thirst like an amateur pornstar who hadn't gotten laid in months.

Mmm, Kay...

"So, you said earlier that you're going to give my details to your supervisor, why? I thought that you would be handling my contract?" He inquired, taking a seat next to me. I could smell Ken's aftershave. Too close. I was not mentally prepared for this much hotness.

I flushed as I pretended to look at my wound. He noticed it, and he smirked. God damn it! Such a fucking arrogant Ken doll. I need to have a night out with my girls, and I need to get laid. It has been too long.

"Emilie? I'm asking you a question?"

"Mm...yeah right. My supervisor was pretty adamant that I should get your Yes before I leave your place. If I failed, I would lose my job. Well, I wouldn't if I was willing to date him. But I won't, so since you want to follow up by email, then I will give your details to him. So he can follow up with you. I'm good. I just need to find another job. No biggie."

I smiled at him. Not feeling the need to hide the truth from him. I'd lose my job anyway. I won't be seeing the obnoxious- arrogant Ken anymore.

My mind was busy running at a high speed, mentally preparing myself to find another job in this economy. I should go to the competitors first. I'm smart, I could handle the interviews. I was sure that I would have a new job next month.

I was still in my thoughts. His eyes never left mine. "I'll take it then, where do I sign?" He smiled at me so sweetly.

Awww my tooth.

"What? Fuck no! I don't want you to feel sorry for me just because you dropped my folders, and injured me. You already tended to my foot, Doctor. I don't want your pity. I'll be okay, I'll survive." I said to him as I quickly got up. But it turned out, I had spaghetti legs to match my spaghetti arms.

He quickly caught me from falling. Too close. Too much Ken. Too soon.

"Hey there, are you okay? Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Nope, just coffee and this water. I just pushed myself too far on my morning run, I'm better now. Give me five minutes and I'll be out of your hair. Then, you can go save people in the ER."

He stroked my hair.

Wait a minute... he did what?

Yes, dummy!

Obnoxious -arrogant Ken just stroked your hair.

My inner self was mocking me now. I know. Ironic. It was. Truly.

He got up and left me as he headed to the kitchen. Damn... My heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, ready to explode. Now, it was slowing down. I was starting to relax. Until...

"Emilie, come... have breakfast with me."

"I'm good. I'm going to head out, in a couple of minutes."

"Emilie, Doctor's order. Now. Or do you want me to come there and feed you?" He arched an eyebrow at me.

Fuck I'm wet! Mm... Obnoxious -arrogant Ken is making me wet. I never would've thought.

I took off my heels before slowly getting up since falling was not my goal to do in his vicinity, ever again. He nodded seeing me taking off my heels and mouthing me to come to the kitchen.

Fuck... that is one sexy mouth.

I never knew I was hungry until I ate his sandwich and moaned. I was sure, that I was seeing his head snapped my way as I moaned at the perfect sandwich.

Yes, sandwich you are that good. You make my insides really happy. Butterfly in my stomach.

"This bread though. Really good! Mm...I'm loving sandwiches from now on."

He laughed at me.

We ate and discussed more about the house, he seemed to like my ideas. But still, I didn't want his pity. I still told him, that my supervisor would follow up with him.

Half an hour later I was at the office. Thank god I had my flats in the car. I started walking to Derick's office and gave him Maxim's email details. Derick stayed true to his threat, and he sacked me because I refused to date him.

I called my girls and told them that I got sacked. It took them less than an hour before we convened for lunch.

"So you're saying that you were fired because you won't date Derick? What the fuck bitch? He's hot!" Despite her name, Angelica blurted out words that were far from angelic. Her manners were the opposite of her name too, Angelica loves pretty boys even though sometimes they came with questionable personalities.

I know. She's very adventurous.

"Angelica! Seriously tone it down will you? We're in a crowded restaurant, it's lunch hour. Amanda, tell her!" I half whispered as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You know... maybe you should get laid, it has been what? A year already? Do you realize you've wasted so many batteries with Bob? You should be saving the environment, honey." She smiled wickedly. Amanda, my other bestie was just marginally better than Angelica. She was a straightforward kind of woman who had no qualms in voicing her thoughts. Amanda never felt the need to filter her words to shield my feelings.

Oh, Bob... my Battery Operated Boyfriend. He had pleased me far too many times already.

I looked at Amber, she just shrugged at us. "Don't look at me, Emi. Honey, why don't we all go clubbing tonight, have a few drinks and get some dicks along the way?" I laughed so hard at her.

Amber, was another opposite. Sometimes she puzzled me. She looked like your sweet librarian who wore an over-the-knee pencil skirt and a plain blouse under a pastel-colored cardigan, complete with the tight bun above her nape, making her look so sickeningly sweet. Maybe it was the best friends that she kept around, but Amber talked about sex like it was a drive-through delicacy. So, casually random, it startled me. I still hadn't gotten used to her thoughts.

After dessert, they finally convinced me to go clubbing. They would come to my place and prep me.

Damn... I'm scared already.

I know they meant well, but I was actually kind of awkward socially. That was why I liked hanging out with them. Between the three of them, I would not have to stand out. I could just sit back and laugh at their jokes. I have been with them for the longest time. And I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.