Future Investment: (Taboo Romance Series) (Forbidden Fruit Book 2) Page 2

  My career was far too important to me, and sex was sex. A one-night stand would suffice, and there were plenty of women willing to offer themselves up. It was pathetic on my part, and yet I'd come to terms with it years ago in college. I just wasn't the marrying type. Life meant more than partnership to me.

  Peter chuckled. "It's a female, but I'm not sure she's the type of girl who would flash anything other than a bright smile."

  "Nerdy?" I lifted my eyebrow and smirked.

  "I’m quite sure, but I have no clue what she looks like. They'll be visiting tomorrow. I want you to review her file and sign on for this." He picked up a random file on his desk and handed it to me. "She's going to be a great asset to us. Her grades and involvement in some pretty complex case studies prove that. I'd almost bet that the woman could even impress you if given the opportunity."

  I shrugged and took the file. "Right. I'll consider it. Wish me luck."

  "With the resident?" Peter smiled.

  "No. With my patient and his family. I hate this part of my job." I walked to the door and chuckled at his question.

  "Even abhor it?"

  "Exactly." I walked out into the hall and brushed my hand by my lips as I met eyes with everyone that passed by me. Most spoke, and I gave them a professional curt nod, but nothing more. People were too needy, in my opinion. They were looking for a way in, and it wouldn't take much more than a smile and then they would assume that was an open invitation to converse. It wasn't.

  I knocked on the door just outside of Mr. Burns’ hospital room and took a deep breath before walking in. "Good morning."

  The guy in the bed hooked up to a handful of tubes was only five years older than me, though he looked at least twenty years older.

  "Dr. Crawford." He smiled and extended his hand as his arm shook slightly. "Nice to see you, sir."

  "You as well, Max." I shook his hand and turned to extend my hand to the pretty red-head who stood next to his bed. Her tears had left an ugly black trail down her cheeks, but it was moving. She was in love, and just the thought of losing him had her at the hospital with us non-stop for almost a week. I yearned for that deep acceptance, but the rest of the bullshit that seemed to come along with it was what stopped me from trying years before.

  "So tell us the news, Doc. I know you're a busy man, and we don't want to waste any of your time. What's the prognosis?" The hope in his voice twisted my insides until I had trouble breathing. I could play off the trauma that wrecked my emotions easily, but I hated like hell how it left me feeling afterward. Cold. Unattached. Alone.

  I pulled out his file and opened it, glancing down and taking a short breath before looking up and staring the dying man in the face. "We've run every test we can think to run. I've had your file reviewed by three of the best cardiologists in the nation. We're out of options."

  "What?" The woman took a step toward the bed as she pressed her hands to her mouth. "No. No. You don't get to tell us that."

  "Cindy." My patient reached for the woman and tried to grab her, but she moved back as her face flushed red. He gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. We've been together since we were kids."

  "No! This isn't right. Check again. Do something." She moved around the bed, and I stood my ground. She needed someone to hit, to hurt, to hate. It could be me. It had been numerous times over the last ten years.

  Max tried to get out of the bed, but I lifted my hand toward him. "No. She's right to be upset."

  She pushed against my chest as her voice rose. "Upset? Upset?! Try destroyed. What kind of doctor are you? You come in here, running your stupid fucking tests, and just because you don't find what you can fix easily, you're done? No! Fix him. Fix..."

  "Baby." Max had tears dripping down his face as I reached for his wife and pulled her into a tight hug. I didn't know the woman, but I hated her pain all the same.

  "I'm sorry. I wish like hell there was something... anything I could do. I really do." I glanced over at Max as his wife sobbed against my chest. "I've searched high and low for an answer that might not force me to have this conversation."

  "It's okay." Max extended his hand to me as he began to cry harder. I reached out and took it, forcing back the tears that wanted to burn my eyes. I didn't get to cry. It was their time to weep and mourn. Not mine. I was the one unable to help. The one with no resolution.

  "I'll keep looking, but you needed to know." I released Cindy as she moved back and crawled into the bed with her husband. He wrapped her up tightly and gave me a weak smile.

  "I know you will. Thanks, Doctor Crawford." He pressed his lips to the side of her head and turned his attention from me.

  I closed the file and walked to the door, stopping only to answer her question as she called out. The agony in her voice seared my soul and I didn't care how long I'd been a doctor, or how long I would remain one, I would never become callous toward someone dying. I couldn't. It just wasn't me.

  "Doctor?"

  I turned around. "Yes, ma'am?"

  "How long?" She pursed her lips, and Max turned his attention back to me, his eyes wide as if he'd just realized that there was an expiration date on his life.

  "Four to seven days." I let out a shaky sigh.

  "Shit." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I slipped out of the room. They needed their time together, and I honestly couldn't handle another minute of watching their agony.

  "Aiden. Wait up, man." Parks was one of the younger doctors on the floor, and I had made a point to take him under my wing as much as I could. He wasn't nearly as interested in our profession as I thought he should be, but he was a good guy, and a decent friend.

  "Now is really not the time." I gave him a sideways glance and kept walking.

  "Oh shit. You alright? You look like your mother died," he snorted, and popped me in the chest as we turned the corner. "Wait. Your momma didn't kick it, right?"

  "My parents died when I was a kid, Parks." I opened the door to my office and walked in, ignoring him.

  "Oh shit." He dropped down into the chair across from my desk as I let out a long sigh and glanced up at him.

  "What do you want? I'm not in the mood for company. If you have a question about something you're working on, or need a second opinion, I'm your guy. Otherwise, get out." I gave him a tight smile.

  "Alright. I see where we are. You're in that solemn, shitty mode you get into." He got up. "I was just stopping by to see if you were taking one of the new residents. I wanted to have one, but I guess I haven’t been here long enough."

  "Take mine. I'm not interested." I picked up the folder and handed it to him. "I'll tell Peter. The girl is supposed to be at the top of her class. Enjoy."

  "Um, no. I've heard all about that girl. She's too much brain and looks for me. I need to hit up the stragglers." He chuckled and walked to the door as I continued to hold the file out toward him.

  "This is a program where you're supposed to mentor a young mind to be the next great asset for the hospital. Sleeping with them isn't part of the deal. Good way to get your ass fired." I dropped the file. "And how do you know what she looks like? Peter gave me a file that only had the girl’s stats, grades, and CV."

  "Then he did you a favor. Your girl is fucking hot." Parks wagged his eyebrows as I gave him an expressionless stare.

  "Doubtful, but whatever." I sat down in my seat and turned to my computer. "Close the door behind you."

  "Fine, but look up the girl and then go get laid." Parks laughed as he started through the door.

  "I'm not sleeping with my resident. You're not either. Keep that in mind, or you and I are going to have words."

  "Oh, I didn't mean sleep with her. Just get her face in your mind's eye, so when you sleep with one of those faceless chicks you pick up from the bar, you can close your eyes and have a real experience." He ducked as I chucked a squeezable stress ball at him.

  "Get out." I waited to smile until he was gone. The idiot was too much, but he was the only one around
the hospital who could drag me from my funk most days.

  I didn't want to do it, but I was far too curious to let Parks' comments go. This resident was a gem on paper. I had to see what she looked like, though it was irrelevant.

  "Completely irrelevant." I typed her name into a search engine and sat back while it quickly pulled up every Elizabeth Jenkins known to man. I added some qualifiers to find the Elizabeth Jenkins in New York who had just graduated with her M.D. from NYU.

  A beautiful brunette with a wide smile and warm brown eyes filled up the screen. Her skin was flawless and her smile sexy, though it was obvious that she didn't mean for it to be. An innocence sat on her that was refreshing, yet stimulating.

  "Wow." I sat back and brushed my fingers across my chest as my cock hardened and pressed tightly to my scrubs. "Beautiful."

  Maybe taking on a resident wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. Then again, I'd been quite clear with Parks on the hospital’s fraternization policy. They wouldn't stand for it for a minute. Hell, I wouldn't either, as one of the most tenured staff there.

  Elizabeth was breathtaking, though. She was someone that I honestly would have turned around to watch walk away if I'd met her on the street. She wasn’t the type of woman I would pick up in a bar, simply because I could see the warmth behind her gaze. She was a woman who deserved love, not a night of passion and cold sheets the next morning.

  "I hope you're married, pretty girl." I flipped the switch on the monitor and stood up. If she wasn't, then it wasn't just me who was in for a load of trouble, but every male who was stuck next to her for hours on end.

  Surely she was taken.

  She had to be.

  Chapter 3

  Elizabeth

  My knee bounced uncontrollably as I sat in the chair just outside of Dr. Martin's office. My advisor had been a huge part of my success, and was undeniably my biggest fan and my strongest supporter, but that didn't mean that the woman didn't intimidate the hell out of me. She did.

  A million thoughts ran through my mind, but I forced myself to focus on the simple fact that I'd graduated at the top of my class for my M.D., and I could do anything I put my mind to. Dr. Martin would make sure that I was paired up with a top surgeon for my residency, and would continue to take care of me. She had promised as much the last time we spoke. It was time to share the good news with her, and talk through who she felt was the best match to become my mentor.

  "Elizabeth?" She poked her head out of the open door of her office. "Come on in."

  Her dark hair was in a loose bun, her makeup beautifully on-point, and her slacks and button-down shirt professional. She was stunning, and I couldn't help but feel mousey in front of her. I had too much of my father in me to feel petite or feminine.

  "Thanks for seeing me today." I sat down and pulled the letter from my portfolio that was clasped tightly in my hands. "I have good news."

  "So I've heard." She smiled and extended her hand. "Let me see it anyway. This is the fun part."

  "I agree. I was so nervous that I would have to move to another part of town, or even to another city. St. Mark's is so busy, and hard to get into." I moved back in my chair a little, but kept my posture and forced myself to keep my chin in the air. Dr. Martin's loyalty was hard- earned, and she expected the best of all of us, every moment of every day. There was no rest in medicine.

  "Well, St. Mark's only takes the best of the best, and then a few whose daddies pay a pretty penny to get them in there. We know how hard you've worked. It's well-earned, Elizabeth." She set the paper down and leaned back as a smile lifted her lips. "I've been thinking a lot about this moment."

  "Why is that?" I brushed my hands down my black slacks, but kept my attention fully on her.

  "Because we had a department meeting last week to talk about our top M.D. grads, and of course your name came up. Most of us had an inkling that you would get the residency with St. Mark’s." She tapped the table as her expression tightened just a little. "What we couldn't agree upon was your mentor."

  "Oh." I lifted my eyebrow as confusion rolled through me. "I thought that you were the one to determine who I'd be working under for my residency."

  "I usually am, but with your high marks and your strong personality, the Dean of Medicine wanted to discuss options." She shrugged. "It's rare that he gets involved, but it’s a good thing. It's impressive, and telling of your future. You're going to be quite successful if you just keep your nose to the grindstone."

  "I plan on doing just that. Tell me who I've been assigned to. Please." I smiled.

  She nodded before pulling out a pair of glasses and perching them on her nose. "I wanted to have you work with Peter Fallwell. He's a brilliant neurologist, but your specialty is going to be cardiology. The dean believes you should work for Aiden Crawford."

  "I'm not familiar with either of them. Should I be?" I relaxed a little as she leaned back again.

  "Yes and no. Dr. Fallwell is new to the area, so I thought it might be good for you to meet someone from another part of the world. You've grown up here and gotten all your degrees here. It just seemed a healthy option. You don't have to work in neurology to have your mentor there, but you know that."

  "Yes, ma'am." I pressed my hands to my thighs and leaned forward a little. "Do you have a bio or CV on Doctor Crawford?"

  "I do, but let me warn you," she bent over and pulled a folder out of her bottom drawer. "The man is a pain in the ass."

  I held my tongue and nodded as I accepted the file on him. It wasn't a shot of his face, but only the top of his head. He had on goggles and was in the middle of surgery. It was hard to tell if he was attractive, but by the regal slope of his nose, his broad shoulders, and tanned skin, I could imagine him to be anything I wanted him to be.

  "When I say pain in the ass, I mean it." She got up and walked to her window, pulling up the blinds as she continued. "Think of the one person in your life who is the most annoying, self-centered, drive-you-batty, pain in the ass." She glanced over at me. "Got that person in your mind?"

  "Yep." I had no problem conjuring up Jackson. He would be great with someone else, but I was so far over us it was mind-numbing.

  "Multiply that by ten thousand and there you have Aiden." She shrugged and leaned against the wall closest to her. "He's impossibly good-looking, which he ignores. That part is good, I suppose."

  "Then what's the issue? Does he lack humility?"

  "Oh no. He's quite grateful, though unyielding. His opinion is the only valid one. Everyone is stupid compared to him, but he'll never say that. He just makes you feel it." She walked back to her chair and dropped down. "But, you won’t find a better teacher, mentor, or cardiologist. He's brilliant."

  I wanted to press her on the part where this man was supposed to make me want to take a long walk off a short bridge, but I didn't. She obviously had a weird hang-up with him.

  "I'm good with whomever you decide I need to be paired up with. I trust your judgment." I locked gazes with her again.

  "I know you do." Her expression softened. "I'm going to set you up with Dr. Crawford, because just like you trust me, I trust the dean. He obviously knows what he's doing, and he thinks the pairing would be good for both of you."

  Odd.

  "Does he know Dr. Crawford?" I stood up as she did. My time was almost over from what I could tell.

  "Yes. His son and Aiden went to med school together." She picked up the letter and handed it back to me. "Just stun him with your brilliance, and don't put up with an ounce of his shit if he slings it around. Got it?"

  "Of course. I'll remain respectful and do my best to make you proud." I smiled and tucked the letter back into my portfolio file.

  "I know you will, but this time around... don't try to make me or anyone else proud. This is only for you. This three years is for you to take in all you can. It will refine you and change you. It will make you not only into the woman you're meant to be, but the doctor we all want to give our trust to."

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bsp; I walked around to her side of the desk as she extended her arms to me and gave me a warm hug.

  "Thank you for all of this. For everything." I fought back tears. She'd been in my life for the last six years, directing my every step.

  "No. Thank you. You've been a delight and a joy." She moved back and gripped my upper arms gently. "We're all proud of you. Just stick to your guns and use your own judgment with everything you encounter. It's not all black and white. It's mostly gray."

  I nodded. "I've learned that while here at NYU."

  "Good. Then we've done our jobs well." She let out a quick sigh and nodded to the door. "Get out of here and mind your p's and q's around Dr. Crawford."

  "Absolutely." I walked to the door, but paused before walking out. "Where is his M.D. from?"

  "Harvard, and he was valedictorian, but don't let that intimidate you." She smirked.

  "Right." I laughed and walked out into the hall as my heartbeat quickened. I was headed toward a new adventure, a new journey, and, whereas I was completely thrilled, I was also terrified.

  Good thing Stephanie would be there with me.

  Chapter 4

  Aiden

  I was grateful for the group training that I was in charge of the next day. It kept my mind busy and helped me stop thinking about Max and his wife sharing their last week together. If I wasn't concentrating on their loss, then I was thinking about Elizabeth. I even enjoyed the sound of her name as it moved through my head. I was being ridiculous, but no one would ever know my thoughts, especially not the girl. If she was to be under me as a student, then she would get only the best and most demanding mentor she had ever had.

  "This is the last part of your coursework for this class today." I passed out a handful of quizzes to the doctors sitting in front of me. "Score an eighty or less, and you won’t receive credit toward your continuing education. Simple really."

  A few groans resonated around the room, but I ignored them and walked to the front of the room to drop down into my chair. A pretty young nurse stuck her head into the classroom and gave me a worried look.