Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
For the next three hours, the group and I follow Dr. Cameron Stanton around as he sees his patients. He is knowledgeable, caring, gentle, and absolutely orgasmic. He has the whole group as well as his patients under his spell. Everyone is hanging off every word that comes out of his mouth with that beautiful Australian accent.
Amber laughs at everything he says, and the boys are trying to become his best friend. Maria is quiet.
Me… well, I’m just plain horrified—horrified that a man I met five years ago for a period of twelve hours still has the ability to make me feel the way I am feeling at this moment.
This is the opposite of professionalism—this is loserism.
We continue to walk around the ward, and for some reason I begin to feel annoyed with him. Everyone in this hospital idolizes him like he’s a damn rock star. He’s gorgeous, smart, witty… and he didn’t fucking call me. En-route to another ward, he stops to talk to another doctor walking in the opposite direction as they cross paths.
“Ten minute break, guys,” he says to the group. The doctor he is talking to is also young and good looking, and it is obvious they are friends out of work.
I turn my back to them, but stay in the same spot as Amber starts to talk to me. I can’t listen to what she’s saying because I’m too busy eavesdropping on Dr. Panty Dropper and his hunky friend.
“Are you going to the conference in Geneva?” The other doctor asks him.
“If I can swing it, I am,” Cameron replies.
“Yeah, well try and come and we can make a week of it.”
“Okay, I’m on it.”
The visiting hours have started and the corridors have people coming and going. One particular woman is on her own with three small children. The two smallest children are throwing tantrums and the youngest one is screaming the place down and she is dragging her along by the arm.
Dr. Stanton turns and smiles in acknowledgment to her before she disappears up the hallway with her screaming kids, then he turns back to his friend. “This is why condoms were the greatest ever invention,” he casually whispers.
“Deserves a Nobel prize,” the other doctor replies.
What? I frown.
Is he kidding? Who the hell does this twat think he is?
Condoms are the best thing ever invented. Well, he obviously hates kids.
I begin to hear my heart beat in my ears. And to think… I thought he was actually hot. He’s an arrogant fucking asshole.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I whisper to Amber.
“Sure thing.”
I turn and walk up the hallway.
“Ashley?”
I turn to see Cameron behind me. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
I swallow my nerves. “Okay.”
“In here?” He opens a door into an office.
I follow him into the small space and he closes the door behind me.
His eyes soften and he appears nervous. “I came looking for you.”
I frown.
“I came to New York looking for you. I lost my phone with your number on it the day after you left.”
What a crock of shit.
“Je vous ai souvent pensé,” he whispers.
Translation: I have thought of you often.
My eyes drop to the floor. Oh God, he remembers our bilingual love making. I drag my eyes back up to his.
Why does he have to smell so good?
Every woman in this hospital is in lust with him, and if I let myself go there I will just be another on the list that he didn’t call. I can’t do it. I’m not going to be that needy girl who pines for Dr. Love.
“I’m sorry?” I reply flatly.
His face falls. “Vegas.”
“What about Vegas?” I ask.
He narrows his eyes as if annoyed. “We met in Vegas a few years ago.”
I purse my lips. “Did we? I don’t think so.”
He frowns.
“Vous ne vous souvenez pas de moi?”
Translation: You don’t remember me?
My eyes hold his. “I’m sorry. I don’t speak German.”
Hi lifts his chin defiantly as his ego takes a physical blow. “That was French,” he replies sarcastically.
My eyes hold his. “I don’t speak French, either. You’ve got the wrong girl.”
He steps back from me. Shock flashes across his face. Hell, I surprised myself. Why did I just say that? His eyes hold mine and he frowns as if processing my lie.
“Please excuse me. I thought you were someone else,” he murmurs.
“Who?” I ask as my eyebrows rise. “Who did you think I was?” I don’t know why, but I have to know his answer.
He smirks. He’s got me. He knows it was me. Why did I bloody ask that question? If it wasn’t me, I shouldn’t need to know that answer.
He tilts his chin sarcastically. “Just this amazing girl I met five years ago that I haven’t been able to forget.”
My face falls. Oh no.
Anger flares in his eyes. “Never mind. It wasn’t you. Sorry to take up your time.”