"Was it one of those dreams?" Greg Douglas asked, the Irish pang in his tone soft and mocking. I rolled my eyes, regretting telling him about the dream I had, the dream about Jac Naylor.
"God no." I replied quickly, slightly faking the disgusted sound of my voice. I grasped another cup of steaming hot coffee, rejoicing as the hot sensation hit my cold skin. A smile spread across Greg's face, he wasn't convinced.
"I bet it was you dirty little monkey, what was she wearing?" He asked in interest, bemused at the fact that I was dreaming about my mentee. I gulped down some saliva surfacing in my throat, and nervously made a quick swipe at straitening the stethoscope slung around my neck.
"The usual, scrubs no makeup, malicious smile." I lied, feeling a blush ascend my body. For a moment, I was transported to last night, to the dream that I had, the subject bringing me back to the twenty minutes of pure bliss.
"Man, you've got it bad if you're dreaming about her." He was right, but he couldn't know that. I held my breath when I saw her; her beautiful auburn hair was positioned neatly in a tight bun, her slim figure leaned against the desk and her gorgeous, deep, emerald eyes were busily glancing at patient's notes. Greg stared at me, expecting a reply, so I quickly changed the subject in the hope of persuading him that my heart held no feelings for Jac Naylor.
"It's the inconsistency that does my head in, one minute she's offering me a reference, the next she's using me, like a personal minion. I am starting to look forward to this place closing." I broke of as I approached Darwin desk, inconspicuously steeling a look at the woman situated behind.
"What happened to you valentine? It looks like someone dug you up." Jac's words that were dripping with sarcasm shook me inside, my heart fluttered, a bird trapped inside my ribcage. Greg interrupted, his perfect smile not hinged by the presence of the Ice-Queen.
"Well poor Ollie's been having nightmares." I glared at him, why did he say that?
"Ah, don't tell me, an anxiety dream. You're naked in theatre and Hanssens giving you marks out of ten." Jac said, clearly not in the same place as anyone else. I mentally laughed at her strange comment, and Sahira and Greg exchanged worried looks. "What? I'm not saying that's a dream I've had." Jac muttered unconvincingly.
The dream I had last night was about her.. Because the thing is, I love her sarcastic comments, I love her aversion of children and her I love her cold exterior. In fact, I love Jac Naylor.