ANOTHER ROMANO STORY FOR ANYONE THAT LIKES HIM PLEASE REVIEW SO I KNOW I AM
NOT THE ONLY PERSON THAT ENJOYS ROCKET ROMANO
Robert " Rocket" Romano was in the middle of a simple appendectomy. There was no rupture. He quickly removed the offending organ, cleaned the area, checked for any damaged tissue and closed up the abdomen. Perfection, as usual. He left the rest of the team to finish up as he left the OR to head out of the hospital. Unfortunately , waiting at his office door was Dr. Weaver. HE was in no mood to listen to her that afternoon. He had a date with the woman that was currently redecorating his apartment. He loved to date women like that - decorators, designers, caterers, they were usually so easy to please, low to maintain and required little attention in order to sleep with him. He liked them tall and blond. With the exception of his infatuation with Lizzie, but that was really a power thing. In fact that was part of surgeon training in his day. You tried to sleep with the unattached females, what was the big deal. Now it was harassment and most females MD's turned into crybabies if you acted attracted to them or made an occasional joke. Shouldn't an individual be flattered by the attention? Really, in his opinion, if some one wanted to sleep with you it was a compliment, wasn't it. He had learned to cut down on the grabby feely stuff with the nurses and female MD's, but it took a lot of self-control. He looked out for number one and knew that one more complaint about him would bring serious consequences. Why was his train of thought going down this rail? He had a Blond Decorator waiting and seeing Weaver deflated his mood immensely. She was standing there with that impatient air about her, jabbing her crutch at the floor.
"If I throw a stick will you leave?" Rocket asked with all the sarcasm he could muster.
"Let's dispense with the sarcasm and tell me why you haven't given me an answer about the budget I submitted" She said
" Well sarcasm is one just one of the services I offer, budget approval will have to wait until I have had time to completely go over the whole budget. Kerry the ER is not the only department in this hospital I have to finance before the end of the year." He answered walking past her into his office, where he proceeded to take off his surgical scrubs and change into a suit. Kerry followed him in muttering furiously
"Why are you following me is this an office or hell with florescent lighting?" He said as he stepped into a pair of suit pants. "Excuse me but I am late and I want to get dressed."
"Well , turn on the part of your brain that cares and give me an answer on my budget. I have people that need to know if they can depend on a job next year." Kerry half shouted
"Kerry , Kerry" Romano purred "Your so hot when your mad" and he laughed
"Don't cross that line with me Robert or…"Kerry began
"Or what!" he said " Look in all seriousness I am sitting down with all department heads in one week to finalize the budget. The memo is going out first thing Monday morning" He grabbed a sheet of paper off his desk and shoved it at her.
Weaver read the memo "Monday, then! Oh and your fly is undone"
Robert " Rocket" Romano was in the middle of a simple appendectomy. There was no rupture. He quickly removed the offending organ, cleaned the area, checked for any damaged tissue and closed up the abdomen. Perfection, as usual. He left the rest of the team to finish up as he left the OR to head out of the hospital. Unfortunately , waiting at his office door was Dr. Weaver. HE was in no mood to listen to her that afternoon. He had a date with the woman that was currently redecorating his apartment. He loved to date women like that - decorators, designers, caterers, they were usually so easy to please, low to maintain and required little attention in order to sleep with him. He liked them tall and blond. With the exception of his infatuation with Lizzie, but that was really a power thing. In fact that was part of surgeon training in his day. You tried to sleep with the unattached females, what was the big deal. Now it was harassment and most females MD's turned into crybabies if you acted attracted to them or made an occasional joke. Shouldn't an individual be flattered by the attention? Really, in his opinion, if some one wanted to sleep with you it was a compliment, wasn't it. He had learned to cut down on the grabby feely stuff with the nurses and female MD's, but it took a lot of self-control. He looked out for number one and knew that one more complaint about him would bring serious consequences. Why was his train of thought going down this rail? He had a Blond Decorator waiting and seeing Weaver deflated his mood immensely. She was standing there with that impatient air about her, jabbing her crutch at the floor.
"If I throw a stick will you leave?" Rocket asked with all the sarcasm he could muster.
"Let's dispense with the sarcasm and tell me why you haven't given me an answer about the budget I submitted" She said
" Well sarcasm is one just one of the services I offer, budget approval will have to wait until I have had time to completely go over the whole budget. Kerry the ER is not the only department in this hospital I have to finance before the end of the year." He answered walking past her into his office, where he proceeded to take off his surgical scrubs and change into a suit. Kerry followed him in muttering furiously
"Why are you following me is this an office or hell with florescent lighting?" He said as he stepped into a pair of suit pants. "Excuse me but I am late and I want to get dressed."
"Well , turn on the part of your brain that cares and give me an answer on my budget. I have people that need to know if they can depend on a job next year." Kerry half shouted
"Kerry , Kerry" Romano purred "Your so hot when your mad" and he laughed
"Don't cross that line with me Robert or…"Kerry began
"Or what!" he said " Look in all seriousness I am sitting down with all department heads in one week to finalize the budget. The memo is going out first thing Monday morning" He grabbed a sheet of paper off his desk and shoved it at her.
Weaver read the memo "Monday, then! Oh and your fly is undone"