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She looks at Baran’s mouth. She could kiss her, she thinks.
‘Trinity,’ Baran says, voice low and edged with warning.
‘What?’ She looks straight at Baran, smirks a little.
‘What are you doing?’ She tilts her head, bores straight into Trinity’s eyes.
Trinity’s heart drops deliciously. Baran’s eyes glint and her voice is so honeyed and she’s looking at her like fucking that and of course Trinity is gonna fucking say something. Trinity isn’t even really flirting with her, not yet.
‘’M not doing anything,’ she mumbles. She leans a little closer.
Baran smirks. ‘Trinity.’
‘What?’ she repeats. She’s smiling. She could kiss her.
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Baran starts fucking the nanny, and things get complicated.
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“Why are you with Dr. Garcia,” she asks quietly, “if she makes you feel like this?”
Santos lets out a bitter laugh. “I’m not with her. Not really.” A pause, then a shrug that feels like it costs her something. “I’m just a sex toy she uses when she’s bored.”
The words hang there, ugly and too honest.
Dr. Al Hashimi doesn’t flinch. “Why do you let her?”
Santos blinks, caught off guard. No one has ever asked her that.
“It’s what I deserve.”
“That’s not true.”
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Trinity Santos has a headache. Her least favourite attending doesn’t seem to know how to leave well enough alone.
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Dr. Baran Al-Hashimi can't seem to stay away from Trinity Santos.
Dr. Al-Hashimi is nothing if not a rule-follower, but there is something about Trinity that causes cracks to appear in the surface, and that classic Al-Hashimi composure may falter under Trinity’s spell.