Company

It's a little disturbing to wake up to someone sleeping in your house when you are used to living alone. I can't remember if Dr. K was here when I went to sleep last night or not. When I woke up a few minutes ago I almost threw my laptop at him as a reflex, but a $2,000 MacBook Air isn't my idea of a good weapon so I threw the water bottle that was sitting on the floor next to the couch instead. Was that there when I fell asleep either? I don't remember... He threw it back and told me to go back to sleep. I almost always wake up around this time. I should be getting ready for work. Stupid doctor, expecting me to sleep in.

Is it just me, or is he taking an oddly vested interest in me? This guy hunts me down for a number of years trying to hire me. Asks me to dinner. Pays to clear up legal issues so I can leave the country. Stays with me when I'm injured. I don't understand. Does he expect something of me? He says he knows that I am psychopathic, so he should knows that brings along the inability to feel anything for him, and to be honest, I see that in him as well. Maybe he is just playing me. If he is, he's just a jerk.

And when a man's a jerk, it doesn't matter that he's a good looking doctor, which, Dr. K certainly is. Really, so what if he has gorgeous blue eyes and a radiant smile that would bring a normal human girl to their knees? What good is that if he's a psychopathic jerk? And bulging biceps that ripple when he walks. Who cares? And his rear? Oh, sure, it's firm, perfectly shaped and tightly packed. The kind of ass you want to walk up and squeeze just for the hell of it. But he's probably just a jerk, so what does all that matter...

Since I am obviously not going to work this morning, I'm going to go back to reading. I can't read a book a day without spending some time at it. Hopefully I can reach a new one and my pain pills as well.