Vet's Desire

Vet’s
Desire

By Angela
Verdenius

(Big Girls
Lovin’ trilogy)

Smashwords
Edition

Copyright 2011
Angela Verdenius

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courtesy of
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Naylor

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Joleene Naylor

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I found with
Doctor’s Delight that some readers were having difficulty with the
Australian slang, so I thought a list of the slang I’ve used will
help while reading the following story. If I’ve forgotten any, I do
apologise! Angela

Australian
Terms/Slang

Got
his/her/their goat
– annoyed him/her/them

Dander
–
temper.

Golden Link
Nursing Association
- fictitious nursing organisation that
visits patients at home. In reality, there are organisations that
do this.

Moosh
-
slang for face/mouth

Torch
-
flashlight

Mobile
phone
- cell phone.

Bloke/s
- men

Iced
coffee/chocolate
- a milk drink flavoured with chocolate or
coffee.

RAC
-
Royal Automobile Club of Western Australia. Covers insurance,
holidays, loans, etc.

Tim Tams
- a brand of Arnott’s Biscuits. Yummy!

Chemist -
pharmacy

Buggered
- many Aussie use it as a slang word for ‘broken’ (it’s buggered),
‘tired (I’m buggered), and ‘no way’ (I’m buggered if I’m going to
do that). Just some examples.

Bloody
-
a swear word ‘no bloody good’, in place of ‘no damned good’

Tucker
-
food

TLC
-
Tender Loving Care

Biccies
- biscuits. The same as cookies.

Boofhead
- idiot, simpleton, etc. It’s an insult, though sometimes we use it
as a term of affection. It depends on how it is said and meant.

Sheila
-
female.

Hoon/s
-
person/people who indulge in antisocial behaviour. Great
explanation in Wikipedia

Primapore
- sticky patch with a pad in it. A medical
dressing.

Panadol
- paracetamol.

Milo
-
chocolate malt drink. Can have it hot or cold. Yummy!

Budgie
smugglers
- men’s bathers, small, brief and tight-fitting.

Tea
-
some people call the evening meal dinner. In my family, we’ve
always called it tea, as in breaky, dinner and tea, or breaky,
lunch and tea.

Donger
-
penis

Yamaha &
Suzuki
- ‘brands’ of motorcycles.

English
Blazer
– really yummy men’s after shave!

Pub
-
hotel.

If someone’s
tickled pink, they’re
- delighted

Giggle-box
- TV, television

Lug
-
face

Shag
-
sex

Pedal
Pushers
- three quarter pants/knickerbockers

You
wally
- silly,

Beaut
-
beautiful, awesome, great, wonderful

Crash
cart
- resuscitation trolley in a hospital or medical setting -
used for life threatening situations such as cardiac arrest.

Chapter
One

Sitting at the
bar, Tim sipped from the glass of beer and watched the crowd
reflected in the mirror. Music was pounding out and a group of
dancers were gyrating in a corner of the bar. Bodies whirled and
dipped, short skirts and jeans flashed around, and women wiggled
and shook their bosoms while the men flexed their muscles and
showed off their prowess.

There was only
one bosom that Tim was interested in at that moment, and it
belonged to Cindy Lawson. He couldn’t help but watch her bosom as
she shimmied and rocked her way merrily around the floor. The tight
top she wore not only clung to her generous bosom, but whatever bra
she was wearing had pushed it up to eye-watering level. The
generous curves almost threatened to spill out of her top.

She shook her
ample bottom with gusto and her generously curved hips seemed to
have a mind of their own as she swivelled them with the expertise
of a belly dancer.

Shaking his
head, Tim closed his eyes briefly while taking another sip of beer.
Cindy Lawson was an out-of-control, overblown hour glass. Most
plus-sized chicks he knew covered up their curves, but not Cindy.
Oh no, she had to flaunt what she had in tight tops that showed
every curve to advantage, and right now she also had on a skirt
that had a slit – yes, a slit, damn it – right up the length of one
plump thigh. Her blonde hair, recently dyed back to its original
colour from the flaming red she’d previously had it, was pulled up
in some intricate knot that had wisps of hair clinging to her
flushed cheeks as she shimmied and boogied and basically tore up
the dance floor in a pair of stilettos that had his toes cringing
in sympathy.

How she didn’t
go arse up on the dance floor, he’d never know.

“She is some
dancer,” Rick observed, sipping on a Coke.

“Is that what
you call it?” Tim slid his glance back to the mirror and held his
breath when Cindy dipped low and her bosom threatened to come free
completely from the tight confines of her top.

Going by the
wide eyes of her dance partner, he was obviously hoping she would
break free. Literally.

“So.” Rick
looked at Tim’s reflection in the bar mirror. “Not on call
tonight?”

“Whatever made
you think that?”

“You’re
drinking alcohol.”

“What, you
don’t think I could deal with a dog when I’m drunk?”

“I can’t deal
with a human patient when I’m drunk, so I don’t see the difference
with your animal patients.”

“True. Both can
bite.”

Rick grinned.
“Amen, brother.”

They clinked
glasses.

“Nah,” Tim
said. “I’m not on-call.” He glanced in the mirror again but Cindy
was lost from sight. What did catch his attention now was a sultry
brunette with a short skirt and pouting lips, who was gyrating her
hips in exaggerated slowness and watching him while licking her
lips suggestively. “Whoa. Get a load of this babe.”

Rick’s glance
was decidedly disinterested. “Nice.”

“Nice? Are you
kidding me?” Tim grinned at the woman and she started to shimmy her
way across the dance floor.

Oh yeah, that’s
what he liked. A hot looker with great legs and a nice handful of
bosom just right to fit into his palms. Neat little bottom and
full, pouty lips.

Rick shook his
head and sighed. “You’re gonna regret this.”

“I doubt it.”
Tim grinned wider when the woman slid up onto the vacant bar stool
on the other side of him. “Hello, sugar. Nice moves out there.”

He couldn’t see
his friend, but he could imagine the eye rolling that was going on
behind his back.

The woman
licked her lower lip and gazed up at him from lowered, thick, and
very obviously false eyelashes. “Thanks. I’m Sassy.”

He just bet she
was. “Tim.” He stuck out his hand.

“And I’m Rick,”
his friend said, sticking his head around Tim’s shoulder.

Tim elbowed him
in the stomach and leaned closer to the woman. “And he’s of no
consequence.”

Sassy
smiled.

“So.” Tim
ignored Rick’s chuckle, “All alone tonight? Or with friends?”

Perfume, thick
and strong, surrounded him as she leaned forward, giving him a good
eye-full of her cleavage. “I came with friends, but I can leave
without them.”

There it was,
the bold invitation. No messing around with this woman.

“Really?” He
slanted a glance back to the dance floor. “Male friends?”
Any
problems there?

“Just a group
of friends,” she assured him, and looked at the barmaid as she
approached.

“What are you
drinking?” Tim queried.

“Beer.”

He nodded to
the barmaid then turned back to Sassy. “So, Sassy. Celebrating
anything?”

“Apart from
meeting you?”

“Okay, that
might be cause for celebration-”

Rick
groaned.

“But,” Tim
continued, “Any other reason?”

“No.” Accepting
the glass of beer, she ran her fingertips – talons, really – down
the frosted surface before picking it up and taking a delicate sip.
“So, Tim, what do you do for a living?”

Rick leaned
forward on the bar to peer at Sassy. “Puts his hand up horses’
arses.”

Tim mentally
swore. Some days it didn’t pay to keep company with friends when
you were trying to pick up a girl.

Sassy raised
her brows.

“Ignore him,”
Tim said. “The poor bastard’s drunk.”

Her gaze fell
to the Coke in Rick’s hand.

“Rum in it,”
Tim said. “Lots of rum. Mostly rum, actually.” He looked at Rick.
“Do you mind?”

“Not at all.
It’s always educational watching you.”

“What are you,
fifteen?”

Rick grinned
widely.

Tim returned
his attention to the beautiful brunette. “What about you, Sassy?
Model? Actress?”

“Miranda,” Rick
called to the barmaid, “I’ll need another Coke. Fast.”

Jesus, why did
Rick have to pick now to get in a funny mood? Annoyed, Tim glared
at him over his shoulder.

Laughing, Rick
turned away to take his glass of Coke from the barmaid.

Coming from the
opposite direction Tim spotted Cindy bouncing towards the bar. Yes,
the woman was bouncing. Everything bounced, in fact. Bosom, hips,
hair, even her eyes brimmed with sparkling delight. Seriously, what
was with her?

“Tim?”

Refocussing on
Sassy, he smiled. “Sorry. Annoying friend and all. Let’s go find a
table.”

Taking her
elbow, he picked up his glass and steered her through the crowded
floor to the table, ensuring he strode right behind her so she
could feel the heat of his body and get a good whiff of his English
Blazer aftershave. Nothing like a little masculine scent to help
get the hot blood flowing in a beautiful woman.

Gallantly
holding the seat for her, Tim waited until she sat before taking
the chair opposite.

“My,” she said.
“A gentleman. Not easy to find nowadays.”

He merely
smiled a little. “So, Sassy, what do you do for a living?”

“I manage a
clothing shop, Petite Creations.”

“Really? Why do
I know that name?”

“I sincerely
hope you don’t shop there.” She laughed huskily.

“Never set foot
in it, but I do know the name.”

“It’s fairly
new to the city, but it’s quite elite.”

That would
explain that. No doubt he’d heard someone talk about it. “Really?”
Booooring
. Faking interest, he smiled.

“Oh yes. A lot
of the more influential women shop there.” Warming up to subject,
Sassy continued on for several minutes about the creations in her
shop. When she finally stopped, Tim’s eyes were almost glazed but
he kept that smile on his dial. He was nothing if not polite, even
when he was faking it.

“So,” she
finished, “Enough about me…”

Thank you,
God.

“What do you
do, Tim?”

“I’m a
vet.”

“Oh. Really?”
She studied him for several seconds while he took a mouthful of
beer before her eyes widened. “Tim? Tim Clarke the veterinarian?
”

Uh-oh
.
Had he just hit on a client? His boss would
not
be happy.
“Do I know you in a client capacity?”

Her eyes
gleamed. “No, I don’t like animals, all that hair getting on my
clothes and things. But I do know your mother.”

“Are you sure?”
Jesus, he couldn’t even hit on a woman without the ghost of his
cold-hearted mother looming over the whole thing. “She shops at
Petite Creations?”

“My mother
knows your mother.”

Ah, now he was
getting the picture. “When you say you manage Petite
Creations…”

“My mother owns
it. Or rather, her company. It’s one of a chain of shops that are
world-wide.” Leaning back on the seat, Sassy crossed her legs
leisurely, but Tim didn’t miss the glow in her eyes.

Gold-digger was
written all over her.

Okay then, they
were playing on sort-of the same team. He wanted her body, she
wanted his money. He’d get her body but she sure as hell wasn’t
getting his money – or his phone number. A quick boink her and
leave her, that was what he had lined up for the night.