CHAPTER 2

Door Bruises

RPOV

A/N: Thanks for all of the awesome reviews! You all make me smile :D

And yay for everyone who figured out who the donor is thanks to his ID number 1918-9833160623! LOL I mean did you all google those last ten numbers? Haha too funny. I thought it was a rather clever idea if I am allowed to say so lol.

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The next morning I left home in my emerald green smock outfit with the black trimming and headed for work. It was exactly 7:45 and I had forty five minutes to get to work and it was only a fifteen minute drive. I was so excited and anxious about my first day. What would they have me do? Sort files online? Organize the system? I wasn't sure what my job title exactly entailed. When I had my interview and my supervisor, Kate, went over my job description I was so excited I don't really remember much that she said. But how bad could it be right? It's office work. I worked as the secretary aid during my fifth period study hall my last semester of high school and I liked it. This couldn't be much different than that, right?

I smiled and sung along with the song on the radio as I moved swiftly down the highway. It was going to be a good day. I pulled into the lot twenty minutes later and with time to spare, I sent mom a quick text telling her that I was at work safely. Last night at dinner she seemed to chill out about the whole sperm bank issue. She wished me good luck and put on her most positive, supporting smile this morning when I left. But I know that it's killing her. And now…I finally understand why. She never talks about her mom, Renee and for her to openly admit last night that she had basically tried to buy my mom hurt me. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if my father, if he is out there, tried to buy my affection and love like that if he never wanted anything to do with me. That would hurt. The rejection of it would crush me and I don't even know my father. I couldn't imagine what it's like for mom.

I suddenly feel very sorry for her and wonder if I am doing the right thing in taking this job because what if my father, 1918, does hurt me? Then what? Mom will be right and I will have wasted precious time for nothing.

I jumped when there was a rapid knock on my window. Looking up I saw the bright grin of Jake staring down at me.

Swoon.

I smiled and waved quickly as I grabbed my bag and keys and opened the car door. He was standing a little too close and the door slammed right into him. He groaned loudly and doubled over grabbing his crotch.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed and looked around for help. "I'm so sorry. Did I hit your junk? Oh shit."

He coughed what was a mixture of either a moan of pain or a half hearted laugh. I put my hand on his back, trying to sooth him.

"Are you alright?" I asked softly and knelt down looking at his face. He was kind of turning red. "Jake?"

"Yeah," He squeaked in a high pitched voice. "I'm fine, go on in. I'll just be a minute…"

I stood up gnawing on my lip as I debated this. I could either stay here and subject him to possible more accidents or I could just go on in like he said.

I sighed and nodded. If I tried to help him inside the building it would probably wound his ego more than the door to the nuts already has. I nodded one more time and said, "If you're sure."

"Yeah." He squeaked again. "I'll be ok…go. Please."

I sighed and quickly headed towards the building. I only turned back before going around the corner to see him leaning against the side of my car and breathing so deeply his cheeks were puffing out.

I went on into the building feeling like shit and met Kate at the desk. "Good morning, Rose."

"Morning." I grinned brightly. "Um…Jake is on his way in. He is ok, though. May be a few minutes."

Kate looked at me curiously and nodded slowly. "Alright," She stood from the desk and motioned for me to follow her. "Come with me and I will show you how to clock in."

I smiled and glanced towards the door waiting for Jake and then followed Kate down the long hallway of many rooms to the room at the very end. "You will get thirty minutes for lunch each day in the middle of your shift. This is our break room if you want to bring your lunch. Just be sure you label it before you put it in the fridge or it gets tossed."

She pushed the door open and I saw a vending machine, a coke machine, a small fridge sitting in the corner and two round tables with four chairs around each of them. She then pointed to a chart on the wall next to the door.

"This is our time log. You sign in here when you get here and before you leave and also when you take your lunch." Kate smiled at me and I nodded with a smile of my own.

"The employee restrooms are over here." She walked back out into the hall and opened the door closest to us that was marked 'Employees Only.'

We walked in and it just led into another shorter hallway. There were two doors for the bathroom, one labeled men, the other labeled women. There was another door that said, 'Stock Room' on it. Kate opened this door next.

It was pretty basic, trash bags, toilet paper, tissue boxes, cleaning supplies and every type of medical supply ever needed. All of that was basic until I turned and looked at the wall covered in magazines. Porn. I felt my mouth fall open in shock at what I saw.

"Kind of gross right?" Kate asked me and then sighed before continuing her rant. "Every donation room has to be stocked before we open at 9," They call the room the guy goes into to jack off a donation room? "They normally stay pretty stocked with a good variation of magazines but if someone asks for specifics it should more than likely be found in here."

"Easy enough." I shrug and Kate laughs at me before nodding for me to follow her back out into the hall.

She points to the large metal door at the end of the hallway and says, "That's the back door, we normally only use it to take the trash out because the dumpster is right outside and some people use it for smoke breaks. Do you smoke Rose?"

"No." I shake my head fervently at her.

"Good." We headed back out into the hallway and she starts pointing out the different hallways that lead off of one another. Pointing out specific ones. "This hallway here, the furthest hallway hosts our labs. The hallway to the left here, is specifically for the donors. And the others host various restrooms, linen closets and recipient patient rooms. Jake can show you those today as the clients come in. And that is basically the tour, we can head back up to the front now and see if Jake has made it in finally and he can help you with the rest. I have some client forms to process." We head out into the hallway and she laughs once before asking, "What happened outside, to Jake?"

I snickered once before quietly saying, "He was standing a little too close to my door when I opened it and I hit him in the balls."

Kate snickered and said, "Good thing he isn't donating, today."

I laughed but looked at her curiously. Today? Does he normally donate sperm? For two seconds I had a very impure thought about Jake with those magazines…

"How's the balls?" Kate asked Jake as we rounded the corner to the front desk.

"Perfect." He says in an exasperated voice.

Kate chuckled at him and said, "She's all yours."

Jake was looking at the computer as Kate snickered and disappeared into her office.

"I really am sorry." I told him earnestly.

"Uh huh…you will pay for it." He nods nonchalantly as he pushes away from the computer and points to the chair he just stood up from.

I look to him quizzically and then shrug as I sit down in the chair. Is this how he expects me to pay for it?

"Do you know how to work spreadsheets?" He asks and leans down over the chair as I scoot closer to the desk. He puts one hand on the back of my seat and one hand on the desk literally hovering above my right side.

I got a nice whiff of his cologne and got a little distracted by it for a moment.

"Rose." He says my name, drawing my attention to his question and I immediately nod.

"Yeah, I can run them in my sleep." I confirm. We used spreadsheets in my secretary job during high school.

"Ok, the appointment scheduling is set up in a system similar to a spreadsheet. When someone calls and asks to make an appointment there are two types you need to know of." His right hand grasps the mouse and his body shifts a little closer to me. I sit perfectly still. "The document icon here that is labeled Donors is obviously for the men calling to make appointments. You click on this and it is set up in the spreadsheet format. The vertical lines signify hours that the appointments are available and the horizontal lines are for the donors names. You file the name in the box like so…" He points to the name typed into the 9:30 time slot and nods. "Make sense?"

"Yes. Perfectly."

"Ok, what's called the recipient file is for the women coming in visiting with the doctors. It is located on this icon…same concept applies here. And whatever you do, don't answer the phone today. Kate wants you to see how everything works before she lets you start making appointments. Easy enough, right?"

"Easy peasy lemon squeezy…" I say with a bright smile and look up at him. His face is literally inches away from mine and when he huffs one short laugh I can smell his toothpaste.

"Don't make me laugh. I'm still mad that you hit me in the balls." He says sternly and exits from the spreadsheet.

"I really am sorry." I whisper softly still staring at his face inches from mine.

He looks down at me and smiles, barely showing any teeth. I can feel the heat from his skin and for just a moment I get lost in his chocolate brown eyes. Until I see those eyes shift quickly to my lips, then I realize that my infatuation as shifted very swiftly from his dark eyes to his plump bottom lip. Oh dear sweet bottom lip…

"Rose." He whispers softly and looks back into my eyes.

"Yeah?" I half sigh, half whimper.

"I will get you back for it." He says before flashing me an evil grin and disappearing from me, turning the corner and heading down the hall.

I nearly fell out of my seat after him. What the hell?

"You don't leave a girl hanging like that Jake!" I shout after him and hear him laughing from down the hall.

Shaking my head I turn back to the computer and see the manual sitting there. I read over it last night before I went to bed. Things I was supposed to do during the day, things that I wasn't supposed to do during the day.

I learned a lot in my reading. That every client, donor or recipient, must bring in a signed release form from their family doctor saying that they are in the health to give sperm or take it. If the clients don't have a family doctor they may see a doctor of our staff at a very high price. But at least I know my father was in good health at the time he donated his baby juice.

Apparently repeat donor's are quite the thing here and it makes me wonder…how often has my father, 1918, came in to donate. Does he still visit frequently? I did some research and most men do it for the money. Did my father need the money? Is that why he did it? He couldn't have just randomly decided…oh, I think I will donate my sperm so that I can have a random child running around one day.

I shook my head of the thought and looked back to the manual in front of me. While I was reading the manual, I didn't see anything on how to search past donors and I wonder if that is in the computer system or if it is all hard copies buried in a filing cabinet somewhere. I would have to find out from Jake. I couldn't use the excuse that a patient had called earlier inquiring recent donation dates for himself and find out that way. I wasn't allowed to answer the phone. But, I also couldn't come flat out and ask him. Not after his hit to the nuts today. I would have to butter him up.

I am good at buttering up.

Very good at buttering up.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the second little chapter and now that you know a little more about the Daughter…don't you want to find out a little more about the Donor? Leave Reviews and let me know what you think!

What do you think Rose will be doing to butter Jake up after the bruised nuts? :) I love these two so much. They are my new favorite and I think you will understand why in the next few chapters.

Once again thank you to SinCity Towgirl for prereading. She is my favorite…even when her son accidentally calls me at random hours LOL!

One last thing…my new favorite story and I definitely want to pimp it out because it is great and everyone needs to read it! It's a WIP but I am pretty sure she is almost done with it :) Just a few more chapters! "Last Call" by Robsmyyummy Cabanaboy

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