(This chapter is dedicated to all of you that left immediate reviews after my last chapter! You guys fueled me to get out of my little hovel and keep writing. Also special thanks to gossamermouse101 for spiking an idea for this title and what's to come! :3)

Chapter Fourteen: His Nurse

Ricky left in quite a hurry after I told him what kind of soft foods to get from the corner store. "Wow, he's…"

"Obedient." Jack stated gruffly, prodding his freshly bandaged face with his tongue.

"Stop that." I growl, swatting his shoulder.

Jacks' eyes widened slightly, before they narrowed into a gentle glare, "Stop what?"

He seems agitated, which makes me slightly nervous, "Stop poking the inside of your mouth with your tongue. If you keep doing that it'll take forever to heal properly." I chastised narrowing my bright green eyes at him.

"Does that mean you'll stay longer?" He smirked eyeing me, clearly amused.

I blinked, looking at the floor, "I don't have anywhere else to be, Ja-Mistah J…"

Jacks grin widened, "Good, so you'll be my little nurse from now on…" He strolled past me and opened the door to Heathers' room. He was in there maybe five or ten minutes before coming out with a white bundle of clothes in his arms.

"Since you're my nurse, I believe you should wear the proper attire." Jack grinned and handed me the clothes. I gaped at him as I looked them over; a short white mini dress with a plunging neckline, black fishnet stockings, and a tube of cherry red lipstick nestled in the folds of the dress.

"I think Heather can find some red heels, 'cause I can't find shit in that woman's shoe closet…" Jack mumbled.

"You expect me to wear this?" I squeaked out, almost inaudibly.

Jack nodded, as if I asked him a stupid question. "Think of it as a…ah…job and I'm the boss." He pointed to himself.

I glowered at him, shifting uncomfortably, "Nurses normally wear smocks…"

"Not my nurse." Jack stated, emphasizing the word 'my'.

"This is stereo-typical." I whined, biting my bottom lip.

I felt like a child being told what to wear by an overbearing parent. It was an odd feeling, I mean I barely know this man and he's trying to make me dress provocatively and tend to his every need.

"Besides, I'm a medic, not a nurse…" I tried to reason.

Jack took a step close to me, so all his chest was now mere inches from my nose. "Listen, doll-face, either you get in those clothes…or I will get you into them myself…" He purred, his voice low and husky making all the hairs on my skin stand on end.

I took a step back, "Y-you wouldn't…" I gasped breathlessly.

He grinned and took another step forward.

With that I darted towards his room, which was the only place I knew in this whole living space. Jacks' heavy footsteps were right behind me. My heart was pounding as I reached for the door handle, only to be launched over Jacks' broad muscular shoulder.

"Put me down!" I yelped as he opened the door to his room and strolled nonchalantly back into his bedroom, with me wriggling over his shoulder.

Without warning he tossed me onto the velvety bed. I looked up at him feeling disdained as I noticed that he had the outfit in his other hand.

"Now what's it going to be, doll-face?" Jack breathed staring down at me with a small smirk on his marred face.

I glared in response.

Jack sighed and got onto the bed, straddling my waist with his muscular legs, "You are one tough cookie, doll-face…" He grinned his calloused hands pressing against my slightly exposed belly as he lifted the shirt pulling it up and over my head.

For some reason…I didn't fight back.

What was the point?

Jack licked his lips ever-so-slightly as he began to unbutton my shorts, tugging them gently. I wiggled my hips as he slid them down and over my converse.

I was clad simply in a black lacey thong and matching bra along with black converse.

Jack breathed in slowly as his eyes found mine. I looked into those brown eyes seeing a need in them. More than a need…a yearning…tortured and pained beyond reason. I blinked and reached up to touch the gauze on his scarred cheek.

He pressed his cheek into my hand, then he maneuvered around me and lay beside me, placing his arms around my waist and pulling me towards him. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat.

"After everything you've seen…you're not frightened of me, pet?" Jack whispered, staring up at the ceiling fan.

I watched him fondly, "No…" I murmured. "I mean I was a little surprised…" I stared at the bathroom door as he looked down at me.

"You even…let me touch you…" He muttered in muted astonishment.

"Haven't you ever touched a girl before?" I asked equally astonished.

Jack chuckled, "Of course, but none quite like you, doll-face."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, curiosity peeked.

He grinned slyly and in one swift movement he was standing, with me pressed against him. He pushed me to arm's length and grabbed the dress putting it over my head and pulling my arms through the spaghetti straps before ever-so-slowly pulling the hem down over my ass, his hands giving a rough smack as his eyes feasted on my skimpily clad figure.

I blushed as I rubbed my behind, trying to pull the dress down a little more as it stopped mid-thigh. My cleavage was rather noticeable with the low 'v' cut of the dress. Jack nodded appreciatively. He held out the red lipstick.

"I don't think I can do this bit…" He grinned.

I glared at him and grabbed the lipstick…

"I need a mirror."