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Cut to the Core

Gita’s childhood frenemy Lucas was a brash asshat who constantly made her feel fat and awkward… Now, on the first day of her hospital internship, not only is he there, but he’s her boss! He’s a dominating control freak, but also one of the hottest men Gita has ever seen. Little does she know, he’s always had a major thing for her—and he aims to take it to the next level.

Age Rating: 18+

 

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Summary

Gita’s childhood frenemy Lucas was a brash asshat who constantly made her feel fat and awkward… Now, on the first day of her hospital internship, not only is he there, but he’s her boss! He’s a dominating control freak, but also one of the hottest men Gita has ever seen. Little does she know, he’s always had a major thing for her—and he aims to take it to the next level.

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Sara Bee

I stood, rooted to my spot, unable to believe my eyes. What was she doing here?

It had never occurred to me that Gita, the new intern, was going to be Gita Gardner.

Standing in my hospital with her scrubs tight across her breasts, raven hair falling in shiny waves around her heart-shaped face, looking nervously at me with her big brown eyes that I remembered from way back when.

I didn’t know what to say, so I turned before someone noticed I was staring and moved to join Ben and Kay, my co-residents.

“Ben, Lucas, have you met our new interns?” Kay said, giving Ben and me a severe look for being rude to our new residents.

Ben glanced up briefly and then turned back to his computer. “Interns. I’ll meet you later.”

Ben was one of my chief residents and though he was always brusque, he was in a particularly bad mood today after the chaos of the afternoon, when two traumas had rolled in nearly simultaneously while the on-call surgeon was busy meeting the new intern.

He was already post-call, and still needed to sign out to Kay, one of the other chiefs, before he could go home.

I didn’t have as good a reason for being rude other than dealing with the same trauma alerts as Ben. But that was one of the advantages of being a surgeon. We’re expected to be surly and direct.

It was especially nice now as it gave me a few minutes to get myself together after the shock of seeing Gita.

I had known Gita since she first moved to my neighborhood, right before kindergarten.

She had moved just a few houses down the street from me, and my parents insisted that I introduce the new kid at school.

Seems reasonable, but for some reason this was highly embarrassing for five-year-old me. Gita was quiet and shy and hadn’t yet grown into her large eyes, giving her the appearance of a bug.

Or so had said Lauren, the unofficial queen bee of kindergarten.

Not wanting to get on Lauren’s bad side, I had agreed quickly, looking away from Gita quickly but not quick enough to miss the hurt in her eyes.

Since then we were never friends, despite living within five minutes of each other and being in the same classes all the way through high school.

We ran in different circles – I was still friends with Lauren, who never lost her queen bee status, and her crowd. Gita, who was brilliant, was friends with the smarter but dorkier kids in the class.

Although she was generally well-liked and was friendly with everyone, she always remained cool towards me, and I never forgot that shameful moment when I sided against the scared new girl.

By junior year, I was dating Lauren and was captain of the tennis team. Basically, I was a big man on campus, and I loved it.

That year, Gita and I were in almost every class together. It was harder for us to ignore each other at that point, though she certainly tried.

Any group project we were stuck on together, she wouldn’t talk to me, only looking at me just to glare at me.

I didn’t really blame her, but I also didn’t stop Lauren for making fun of her for those times that she did stare at me to shoot daggers with her eyes.

I should have defended her, had wanted to defend her, but Lauren would not have appreciated that.

The problem that I didn’t want either girl to know was that I couldn’t stop staring at Gita.

Puberty had hit Gita early and not in a good way. In the sixth grade she’d had her growth spurt to the impressive height of five feet, taller than all the guys.

Her breasts grew in and her hips flared out but she had also sprouted acne and braces.

At that age, I hadn’t spared many thoughts for girls, but I knew Lauren and her friends had teased her mercilessly.

It didn’t help that she was smart, obnoxiously smart, with glasses that didn’t quite fit and always with some book in her hand.

But in high school, the rest of Gita’s body had caught up. Not even Lauren at her most mean-spirited could make fun of Gita’s eyes anymore, which now gave her the a Disney princess rather than a bug.

Her breasts continued to grow, and so did her ass, while her waist remained slim.

All in all she had developed the exaggerated hourglass figure of a cartoon, all big eyes and tits and ass, and with my newly raging hormones, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Lauren and her friends called her fat, which was supremely unkind – Gita was curvy, but in a way that made guys dream about sinking into her soft body.

Tall, thin, with small perky breasts and perpetually tanned skin, Lauren looked more like a model, and in the cafeteria, I was proud to have her on my arm, cementing our status as high school royalty.

But in class it was Gita’s body that I was hypnotized by, and at night it was her bountiful curves and wide chocolate eyes that starred in my fantasies.

Gita never had any idea that she was the object of my fantasies, or in fact the object of many guys’ fantasies. Or if she did, she never let on.

She always focused on class, and of course on ignoring me.

I was caught staring several times by my friends, and more than once she must have overheard them chiding me for it, but she never looked back so I didn’t know for sure.

Eventually, school ended and we left for colleges. After that, I only caught glimpses of her on the occasional vacation when we’d both be back in town.

A while back, her parents had moved away, and I had never thought about her since.

And now here she was, in my residency program.

She looked even better than she had the last time I’d seen her, even in scrubs.

Her breasts, even fuller than I’d remembered, strained against her shirt and my eyes lingered on the rounded tops of her mounds that were unable to be contained.

Her pants were snug against her hips, and I expected her ass still resembled a Kardashian’s. Her big eyes were framed by thick lashes, emphasizing the delicate bones of her face.

She was still petite; at six foot three, I towered over her. Idly I wondered how easy it would be for me to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.

Not that this was something I was going to do…

But it looked pretty easy.

I imagined patting her butt as I carried her, ass in the air, heading towards a bed.

Dangerous thoughts.

Her hair trailing down my back, her sizable breasts pressed against me.

Seriously dangerous thoughts.

Breasts that would fall into my hands as I ripped off her bra, bouncing softly into my waiting palms.

I felt a stirring in my pants and quickly focused on what Ben was telling the night float resident.

When sign out was finished, I turned to leave, cautiously looking first to see if Gita was still there, but she had gone.

 

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I didn’t tell any of the other interns that I knew Lucas, or how. I knew it would come up at some point, but I hadn’t figured out yet how I wanted to play it. Or how Lucas would want to play it.

We had pretended not to know each other for twelve years while living five houses down from each other. For all I knew, that’s what we would do for the next 3 years until Lucas graduated.

That would be fine by me.

Orientation week continued, each day longer and more exhausting than the last. I shouldn’t have had time to think about Lucas, who I didn’t even run into as the week went on.

But I did.

I didn’t think about his strong, clenched jaw and dark eyes looking down at mine on that first day, sending an unexpected swoop down my body.

With his ridiculously broad shoulders, making the cute mystery resident from orientation resemble a string bean, he could fill a doorway just by himself, if he didn’t hit his head on the doorframe.

Hell, maybe that’s why he was so annoyed the first day. He probably still played tennis, by the look of his burly tanned arms.

Though tennis alone wouldn’t account for their size; he must put in time at the gym as well.

No, I tried not to think about that.

Instead I reminded myself how awful he was.

I’d known Lucas Green since kindergarten. Our moms had made us hang out together. Even at that age, when you can get along with nearly anyone, Lucas and I didn’t have much in common.

On the first day of kindergarten, my mom had sent me off with the advice to stay with Lucas if I got nervous or lost.

Fat lot of good that did; it meant that I was there to overhear when Lauren Mathis and her friends, including Lucas, made fun of my big eyes.

I got to the bathroom before my big ol’ bug eyes could fill with tears, determined not to be known as the crybaby at my new school.

The rest of school had been a little painful, not unlike how it is for most nerds who go to a typical American school in the ’burbs.

I found my friends and buried myself in studies; at first because I was genuinely excited to learn, and then as I got older, because I hoped it would be my ticket out.

So I worked hard and did my best to ignore Lucas Green and Lauren Mathis — who, of course, became a nauseatingly perfect American couple in high school.

I ignored Lauren’s cruel comments about what a dork I was, how I was fat, how I never had the right clothes.

Her group of girlfriends, armed with shiny hair and slim, fit bodies, weren’t nearly as nasty as their fearless leader. Lauren was as ugly inside as she was gorgeous and thin on the outside.

The popular guys were different, friendly and kind, except for Lucas. He never said anything unkind after that first day of kindergarten.

But he’d stare at me in high school, at a time when I was especially self-conscious about my stomach pooch that just wouldn’t disappear, my thunder thighs disappearing into a butt that only JLo could pull off, and my breasts spilling out of my poorly fitted bras.

Once I heard him and his friends whispering about my body, and it took quite a bit of willpower to sit there with my back ramrod straight, unfazed, and focus on the lesson at hand.

I tried hiding in baggy black clothes, but still I’d catch him staring at me with a strange look on his face that I interpreted as disgust.

All of this was a long time ago, and I hadn’t thought about Lucas Green in years.

So I shouldn’t still hold a grudge against Lucas Green.

Especially since we were now coworkers.

Especially since he was my superior.

Especially since he was now hot as fuck.

I’d managed to avoid seeing Gita for the rest of the intern orientation week.

The trauma team had been busy, fortunately; and the rest of the time I avoided the resident room, coming to sign out either before the new interns came back from boot camp or long after when the rest of the day team had left.

I hadn’t managed to avoid seeing her in my head though. Oh, no. More than once I fantasized again about picking her up and carrying her away to tear off her clothes and bend her over.

Other times I’d picture her standing before me, smiling awkwardly as she had when she’d first shown up, but this time she was naked, her breasts no longer held back by her scrub top but free to bounce merrily as she walked towards me; then she was kneeling before me, her small hands reaching into my pants to pull out my rock hard dick, feeling its weight and size before taking it into her mouth.

Even when I was watching porn, my mind conjured her up. Just as I’d get close, Gita’s voluptuous body would replace the women on the screen, and it would inevitably be what tipped me over the edge.

The worst was at night, in bed; I’d imagine her straddling me, her soft curves pressed against my chest, her dark eyes looking fiercely into mine and then rolling back with pleasure as I pumped into her with my face buried in her breasts.

At the rate I was going, the next time I saw her I’d probably explode from a week’s worth of blue balls.

So when the chiefs announced that everyone who was not on call had to come to the Friday night party for the new interns, I knew I had to get out of it.

“Let’s switch shifts,” I said to Jay, one of the other third year residents and my good friend. Normally it wouldn’t be hard to convince Jay, or really anyone, to take Friday night off. Except that switching with me meant taking my Saturday night call, which nobody wanted. “I’ll work both nights,” I offered to Jay, who looked at me strangely.

“Why?” he asked, skeptical, and I didn’t have a good answer for that.

I certainly wasn’t going to say that I was having wildly inappropriate thoughts about our new intern, who happened to hate me.

“Luke, you’re going,” Ben had said firmly, overhearing our conversation. “These are our interns and they are going to be part of our family.”

“Your soft side is showing,” I grumbled. I didn’t like to take orders but Ben was not someone to argue with.

“Your senior is demanding that you go out to a bar and drink on someone else’s dime,” Jay said as we walked to the ORs. “You should be all over this shit. How long has it been since you’ve gotten some action?”

Startled, I blurted, “I can’t fuck her!” before realizing he was speaking in general. He gave me another strange look.

“You can’t fuck who?”

Thinking fast, I replied, “Jamie.” Jamie was my ex from early in residency, with whom I was on very good terms with, and who worked at the bar we were going to.

“So don’t fuck Jamie,” Jay said, bemused. “I didn’t even know that that was an option.”

Actually, Jamie and I did occasionally fuck from time to time, whenever we were both single. It had been a long time though, as she had been in a serious relationship the last time I checked.

If she was single and willing now, that would be the perfect distraction from thinking about Gita.

“You’re right, Jay,” I said, taking out my phone to text Jamie. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

 

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