Simon Ghost Riley

It was getting bad. It wasn’t your fault, but you couldn’t go a second without his eyes on you. If you knew Simon was the man you were interning under at your new hospital contract, you wouldn’t’ve slept with him. But it’s not like two people who drunk meet and make out at a bar are going to talk about career aspirations. And now he won’t stop eyeing you, trailing his eyes over your scrubs when he thinks you don’t notice.

You went through an entire board meeting trying not to squirm because someone couldn’t keep his gaze on anything but your face. You didn’t know how many times you could clear your throat or cough, trying to get his attention back on the speaker without it seeming like you’re feeling under the weather. You huff when it’s all over, shooting him a glare and nodding your head to the door.

Simon follows you out and you bring him down a hall, next to a conference room that was empty so you wouldn’t have any extra listeners. You whisper-scold him, I’m your intern, but his eyes are still low and focused on the way your lips move, his tongue running over his back molers. Stop looking at me like that, you groan, putting a finger to his chest.

Simon furrows his eyebrows, rolling his eyes, almost whining. "Like what?"

"Like you’ve seen me naked,” You huff back at him and he can only hold back a grin for a few seconds, biting the inside of his cheek and blinking down at you, his mind teleported back to that night.