I should go say hi. What. No. Don't embarass yourself, Ellie. He's probably looking at the ambo bay to see what's coming in. Fuck. I would come for him. Omg no. Down girl.

I give a small awkward smile and practically run back to my triage room. Shit. I couldn't think with him looking at me. Those grey eyes, you could tell a storm was brewing behind them - building, prowling, waiting to consume me and everything else they may touch. He had a strong brow and an angular nose. His brown hair was slicked back, and it looked like he had an undercut that blended nicely with his day-old stubble. His lips had the most perfect cupid's bow and they were not thin, but not too full either. They tilted up at the sides, as though he was eternally amused with the world around him.

Who is he? Where did he come from? I most certainly have never seen him here before. Maybe a new resident. No, that doesn't seem right, he was oozing confidence; not the typical over-excited, eager to please, new to practice doctor we usually see in our residents. Could he have really been looking at me, that lady said he wanted to eat me up, does it make me sluttish if I want to let him?

I feel myself flush from the chest up. That's one bad thing about my pale complexion, there's no hiding my blush. I'm sure in this moment, I resemble a tomato, maybe a cherry, at the very least a strawberry. Thinking of that man between my legs sends tingles all over my body. Those eyes, I can imagine looking down to them staring back at me, his mouth suctioned firmly over my lower lips, his tongue drawing lazy circles around my clit. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, this is not the place for my mind to wander like this. Pull yourself together, woman!

I shake my head and try to think of some of the most unappealing things I've seen so far today. The flakes of skin falling off of that ladies feet, that young guy's STD riddled junk, the smell of that man's wound, yep... all better! Nothing like the joys of the ER to turn someone off. I call the next person to be triaged and continue my day.

The day is flying by, it's finally time for me to go on my lunch break, which is really my dinner break as I usually go around 530pm. I warm up my food, cuddle into the bench seat in the corner, pop my shoes off and throw my feet up on the chair across from me. Ah I can finally have a little breather from the chaos of the day. I'm scrolling my phone and munching some leftovers when I vaguely hear the door click open.

"You ran from me before. That's not nice, you know." I freeze, my fork halfway to my mouth. My eyes dart up to find black scrubs, a mischievous mouth and stormy grey eyes. Gulp. "Run from you? Me? Why would I do that? It's not like you were chasing me." I awkwardly laugh, then try to focus my attention back on my phone. I can feel his eyes on me, he hasn't moved from his position. Don't look up. Don't look up. I win the battle of wills, as he moves away from me. I let out a sigh of relief, which is stopped abruptly as I feel him slide into the booth next to me.

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"Oh you know you can sit at any of these booths, they're all open" I gesture to the three open booths with my fork. "I'm aware, this is the booth I want to sit in." He replies without even sparing me a glance. Well OK, I guess. It's a free country. I try to ignore him, but eating is impossible, looking at my phone I see letters but can't make sense of the words. I can't function with him this close to me. And his smell, delicious. It doesn't smell like campfire exactly, but when I try to put it to words, all I can think is embers, smoldering embers.

I find myself wondering how amazing he must taste and how much I would like to sink my teeth into his shoulder as I ride his cock and find my release. This booth has plenty of room. He could even bend me over this table and fuck me, it would give me something to reminisce about every break. I feel my panties moisten and my nipples harden. Alright, time to go, I can't stay here. I'll end up jumping the poor man.

I turn to ask him to move and find him smiling to himself. "Hi, sorry, do you mind moving for just a sec so I can break free." I ask politely. "Break free, like I'm holding you hostage?" He looks at me, amused. "Well, no. Ha, this is hardly a hostage situation, but you did block me in this corner seat and now I'm stuck." I half-smile back. He looks at me thoughtfully, "I'm so sorry, I've had a rough shift. You'll have to find another way out. My legs are really very tired." Excuse me. What. "You must be joking." I look at him. Now he is fully smiling, his eyes full of playfulness.

Crawling under the table is completely out of the question, hospital yuckiness combined with food yuckiness, not happening. I could go over the table, but I would look like a complete idiot having to wiggle my way out of here and crawl across the table, not ideal. I see him casually lean back into the booth, very obviously giving me a bit more space to crawl over his lap and past him. Fine. Challenge accepted.

I move closer to him, put one arm on the back of the booth and twist my body toward him so I can throw my leg over. I am holding myself as high as I can, so that I'm not sat fully on this man's lap. I go to swing my second leg over and I feel his arms come down. He's not touching me, he's just trapped me on his lap, between his arms, which are fully clamped onto the table in front of him.

"Umm, do you mind?" I ask nervously. "No, I rather like having you trapped here. You can't run like you did earlier." I roll my eyes, "that's a little dramatic. I didn't run. I just went back to work. Speaking of, don't you need to get back to whatever it is you do here." He laughs and I swear it comes to life, travelling down my spine and teasing each pleasure zone on its way to my toes.

"I forget we haven't been properly introduced, I'm Aamon, Dr. Aamon Cross. I'm your new attending physician. So nice to finally meet you, you smell divine." Smell? I smell like sweat and arousal, my god I could die right here, right now. This man is my new attending. I can't even eat in the same room as him, how am I supposed to work with him! "Well, Dr. Cross, you and I both have patients to attend to, I suggest you free me." He smiles and leans closer to me, "you're right, we should get back," he leans in even more so that his mouth is a mear inch from my ear, "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy giving you orders, and I suggest you obey."

If I thought his laugh was a turn on, his deep voice as he suggestively whispers in my ear damn near brings me to climax. I panic, shoving his arm away and clambering off his lap. I lunge for the door and hustle from the room, my lunch bag completely forgotten. This short interaction has me on edge, and my sensitive areas pulsating. I am so screwed.