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)
“I have one,” I whisper, deadpan.
“Hmm.” We both stay silent as I make the cup of coffee for Elliot.
She shrugs. “Maybe he goes there for the articles?”
I look at her, unblinking. “Maybe.”
“What are you going to do?”
I sip my coffee. “I have no idea.” I pause. “Nothing.”
I hand her the coffee and grin. “Go get him, tiger.”
I stand in the corridor, outside the operating room. Amber and Scott are suited up in scrubs while the rest of us are waiting for Dr. Stanton.
“Hey, we should go out tomorrow night to celebrate our first week,” Nick says.
Amber’s eyes light up. “Oh my God. Yes!” She grabs my hand in excitement.
“Ah.” I pause, I don’t really want to leave Owie with Jenna again. She has him all week. It’s just not fair. “Let me see if I can get out of another arrangement,” I reply sadly. I would love to go, but I already know I can’t.
Amber smiles. “You’re coming. We are all going to go—the six of us. It will be so much fun, and we can ask Dr. Stanton and Dr. Jameson is they want to come, too.”
“Go where?” Dr. Stanton asks from behind us. I turn to see him standing behind us wearing navy scrubs, a navy cap and shoe covers. My mouth goes dry. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so beautiful in my whole life. My body instantly craves his and I have to bite my lip to stop my mouth from hanging open. His eyes find mine across the group as my stomach starts to swirl with nerves.
“We’re all going out tomorrow night. Do you want to come?” Amber asks.
He smiles politely. “We’ll see.” He turns his attention to the rest of the group. “Good morning, everyone,” he announces in his husky, deep voice, and that hot Australian accent. He sounds like bloody Liam Hemsworth, only ten times better.
“Good morning,” everyone replies. If I could speak, I would, but I’m too busy with my ‘doctor throwing me on the operating table’ fantasy. When that man touched me last night at the club he awakened something that has been dormant for a long, long time.
A fire—a fire with only one effective extinguisher who looks fucking edible in scrubs. His eyes hold mine for a moment longer than they should, only this time I stare back. I want him to see me. I want him to know that he still does it for me. Does he remember me the way I remember him?
The group all make small talk and Cameron goes through the procedure he’s doing today, but his eyes keep coming back to me.
I feel like I’m the only one in the room. Like I’m the only one he is speaking to.
Am I imagining this?
“Okay, Ashley,” he says.
I raise my brows as I’m snapped from my daydream. “Oh. Erm. I’m sorry. I missed that part.”
“I said that we’re all meeting for a welcome coffee in the cafeteria this afternoon at 2pm, if I don’t see you all before then.”
“Oh.” I nod and fake a smile, feeling foolish.
The group moves to their positions, but he stays standing in front of me. “Will you be coming?”
That could happen just by watching you, you sexy beast of a sleazy man.
He seems to be waiting for my answer. Huh?
“Oh. To… to coffee, you mean?” I stammer.
A trace of a smile crosses his lips. “Yes.” His eyes darken. “Where else would you be coming?”
I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment and I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind. “I’ll be there with bells on.”
His eyes continue to hold mine. “Bells are a personal favorite.” He smirks sarcastically. I just want the floor to swallow me up. I watch as he disappears into the operating room, and I drop my eyes to my feet in disgust. I’ve really got to work on my flirting game. I will be there with bells on may just be the most ridiculous thing that has ever left my mouth.
I need to find my old, witty self, and I need to find her quick.
We all sit together in a group in the hospital cafeteria. There are six interns and the two doctors. Amber is taking center stage with her quirky sense of humor, and everyone is hanging on her every word. Dr. Stanton, however, seems to have fixed his attention firmly on me. But, once again, that could be all in my head because I think I’m becoming delusional. Even though I have no idea what’s going through that head of his, I do know he’s attracted to me. But then, maybe he keeps looking at me because he is trying to work out whether it really was me he met in Vegas?
Maybe.
The sexual tension between us is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.