Three sexy doctors. One stripper. All living together in one penthouse.
Nicolette lives in the greatest city in the world, New York. But, she doesn't just live there... she sleeps outside on the benches or under the bridges. Nicolette needs a place...
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Nicolette
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"What am I going to do?" I mumble to myself, pushing my hands over my face.
"You talking to yourself?" Sebastián asks, and I immediately shut up. I don't want to look even more stupid in front of him... "It's okay, I do it all the time in surgery. The surgical staff don't say anything, but they think I'm a little crazy."
I watch him as he places a blanket over my waist and I slide it in between my thighs. I don't take my eyes off him as he slides on a pair of gloves. Sebastián sits in front of me on the coffee table and moves one leg after the other into his lap.
"This might sting," Sebastián warns as he cleans the cuts on my knees. I wince, sucking in my breath thinking this is the way to forget the pain. I don't know why I do this thinking it will help, but in reality, it never does... "Sorry." He smiles at me, causing me to relax. He puts a bandage over each knee and his head tilts slightly to the side. Watching me-
"I really should get going-" I shift, moving my legs away from his lap. The bandages pull at the skin on my knees as I stand up. Sebastián stares up at me, and his lips part. He stands up, mere inches away from me, if he were to sway closer he could kiss my forehead...
We stare into each other's eyes as if we looked away we would miss it. But then I hear the elevator doors open, and I quickly walk away from him wanting to erase the feeling of being close to him. I stare down at the floor, feeling my heart beating in my throat and it is starting to feel hot inside this place.
"Oh, and who is this, 'Bastián?" A male voice with an accent asks and I look up to see I almost bumped into him.
"This is Nicolette. She was going to be our new roommate, but I think Luke ruined the chances." Sebastian rolls his eyes and starts cleaning up the supplies he used on my knees.
"What did he do, ma chérie?" My eyes light up realising that he is French... He is French! (My dear)
"He- He did nothing." I breathe and shake my head. "I- I really need to -"
"Luke is a connard." This man gives me a wide grin, chuckling. (Asshole.) "My name is Sam. It's lovely to meet you, Nicolette. That's a french name, isn't it?" I nod my head, giving him a soft smile.
"My- my dad is from France," I admit, making his smile reach his blue eyes. I finally really look at this man named Sam. He is as tall as Sebastián and he is wearing a green shirt with a pair of blue jeans. He has blonde hair, but not like Luke... His hair has a darker tone to it and it's longer. Not long enough to put into a hair tie, but long enough to have lazy curls in it.
