Formula Q is the fastest motorsport in the world. Only the highest-performing athletes can make it to the grid. They drive fast, work hard, and play hard, but off-camera, anything goes.
Three days later, I’m in my Las Vegas penthouse, trying to distract myself with mindless television. Today’s the big day when the nurse, last name Acala, will be knocking on my front door. I’m wearing gray sweatpants and a plan white t-shirt, because I was told to be comfortable, considering it’s a three-hour treatment. I refuse to dwell on fears of the IV not helping or making my condition worse; this has to work. I’m going to bear with the treatments, get better, and get back to the track. I’ll be able to drive again, and I won’t have any more fainting spells on international television.
The doorbell rings, and my pulse jumps. I shut off the TV and shake my head. “Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine,” I chant to myself as I go to let the nurse in. “Everything will be—shit.”
Opening the door, I’m met with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. He’s Asian with copper-toned skin, and his blue scrubs hug him in all the right places. He’s got short, buzzed hair, kind eyes, and a boy-ish face, but he’s definitely all man.
“Hi. Mr. Davidoff?”
I nod, unable to speak.
“Hi, I’m Rocky. I’m here for your treatment. I work with Dr. Kim.” He smiles, and his eyes curl up in the most perfect way.
Shit. My nurse is a man…A beautiful, handsome man? I have to spend hours a day with him?
Everything…is not fine.
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