Room 72; Camren (translated to English)

Chapter 4

Camila's POV

- The whole week had been chaos. Thousands of operations, inquiries and a lot of paperwork to fill out. Everything had passed by slowly, so much that when she looked at the clock she thought twenty minutes had passed, but only two minutes had passed.

- It was one-thirty in the afternoon and I was desperate to get to that last appointment. After dismissing the last patient, I opened the door and was met by those piercing green eyes that I had been waiting to see all morning. Lauren was wearing a leather jacket, bag in hand, dressed in a tight white shirt, unbuttoned at the neckline and ripped black jeans.

- "Come in." I gestured to her, entering the office with her. She sat on the stretcher without me saying anything.

- "I will never get used to seeing you dressed like that. It's..." She was silent as I smiled, taking the box of latex gloves and the necessary items to heal her wound, looking at her again when I stood in front of where she was seated.

- "It's what?" I asked waiting for her to finish her sentence, slowly removing the bandage from her hand.

- "Sexy." She answered, and although I was dying to hear that, we were in a consultation and she was my patient.

- "I don't know what sense you have of attractiveness, but obviously you think wrong." I said sitting on the chair, picking up a cotton ball and dipping it in alcohol.

- "I don't care what you think about that. I find it darn sexy when you do your job." I looked into her eyes, running the cotton over the stitches, looking down at her hand again.

- "Your wound is looking better. The scar is still very fragile so we will leave it for another week." I took some of that medicine cream and spread it, feeling how her gaze was fixed on me. Lauren was silent while I bandaged her hand with a clean bandage, squeezing it firmly so that it does not fray or come loose.

- When I stood up, her eyes were on me in a way that almost made me feel things I shouldn't have felt in a consultation. Lauren got up from the stretcher but continued to lean on it, her legs slightly spread so I was between them.

- "I'm always in control, Camila." She whispered in a hoarse voice. "I'm in control of what I eat, I'm in control of what I do every minute of the day, I can control everything..." She whispered feeling how her hands squeezed the padding of the gurney. "That makes me think of you, all day. Thinking about the way I'll control you in bed."

- I was silent for a moment, getting closer to her face, so much so that I could feel her breathe on my lips. My hand brushed her cheek gently.

- "You can never be able to control me in bed." I whispered with a smile, giving her a soft kiss on the corner of her lips.

- "Come have lunch at my house." She offered, and I smiled.

- "I will accept as long as there is no caterer or fancy dishes." I replied, tilting my head while she smiled slightly.

- "I promise. I didn't bring either." I nodded and I separated from her, letting her sit up and take her jacket.

- "For that wound, it is best to take it off a few hours a day, and If it hurts, put on it biofine." I said sitting at my office table for a moment writing it on a paper, signing it and getting up to give it to her.

- Lauren stared at the paper and gave a soft laugh.

- "It is true about the specific handwriting doctors have. I can't wait to see what else you can do with those fingers."

- I narrowed my eyes and Lauren leaned in to kiss me but I stopped her with my hand on her chest and a smile. "See you later, patient Jauregui."