The Boss's Daughter - Pt. 8 - Sex Stories

The Boss's Daughter - Pt. 8

... lightly and I am instantly awake. A nurse stands in front of me where I have fallen asleep in the chair near Emily’s bed. I look over towards her bed where two other nurses are busy prepping her for her scheduled surgery. “I’m sorry to wake you but I’m going to need you to sign a few more release forms before she goes to the operating room.” She hands me a clipboard with the forms and I dislodge the pen from beneath the clip before skimming through the paperwork and signing. I hand the clipboard back to her then return my gaze to Emily. She looks worse today. The cuts and bruises she received now stand out more noticeably; a wide array of colors marring her previously perfect skin. When the nurses have finished with her I stand beside the bed taking her delicate, soft hand into mine. She is still knocked out to protect her from the pain but I see her eyes moving beneath her swollen lids. I briefly wonder if she is even aware of anything going on. The sudden urge to lean over and kiss her takes me but I can’t allow myself to do that with people around. Instead, I squeeze her hand lightly before the nurses wheel her away from me. When they are gone I continue to stand in the empty room, feeling completely isolated from the rest of the world. The room seems too big, too empty; and the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall sounds louder than any clock I have ever heard. I pull out my phone by habit but the battery is dead. I shove it back into my pocket, glance around the ...

... empty room without really seeing anything, and then get my feet moving. In the hallway I spot a hospital security guard sitting in a plastic chair outside of Henry’s room. He must be on watch to make sure Henry does not try slipping out. When the guard hears me he looks up from his magazine. I notice the outline of a small rectangle protruding from his front pocket of his shirt. I nod to him and he returns it. Then I turn to head into the waiting room lobby; a plan is already forming in my mind. A cleaning cart is abandoned near an open supply closet. A quick glance around tells me no one is in the immediate area. Without further hesitation I slip into the closet and grab a folded pair of scrubs and a face mask. I half conceal the items under my suit jacket as I exit the closet and make my way straight to the lobby couches. Then I shove them under a cushion where they are well hidden. I fix another coffee then sit on the couch on top of my stash. All I have to do now is to wait. After about twenty minutes the guard comes into the lobby. I pretend to be interested in a newspaper someone left on the table, but I am really watching him. He surveys the room, sees that I am the only person there, and must judge by my attire that I am not a threat. He walks swiftly out of the lobby towards an exit while pulling the pack of cigarettes from his front pocket. I have about five to seven minutes; I move fast. I grab the scrubs and mask then dart into the single stall bathroom nearby. I toss ...