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)
He smiles as he hands the waiting nurse her chart. “Can you please order custard today instead of yogurt?”
The nurse practically melts at his feet. “Yes, doctor.”
With one last smile at Gloria he leaves the room.
It’s just before lunch and I am famished. “Is it this way?” Amber asks.
I frown as I look around the parking lot. “I don’t know.” I’m walking in front of her as we search the parking lot for Dr. Stanton’s car. We are picking up some files from his trunk that he brought over from the private hospital. “Who does he think he is asking us to get things for him from his car anyway? I’m not a damn slave,” I snap.
His gorgeousness is seriously pissing me off.
Everyone loves Dr. Stanton. Why does he have to be so fucking perfect?
Ugh, it’s so annoying.
I’m glad I told him I didn’t remember him because we are going to be mortal enemies, I can just tell. I have to watch him be pathetically nice to everyone around me, but then he totally ignores me like I don’t even exist.
Every nurse at every opportunity flirts up a storm with him. And what’s more infuriating is that he flirts back. I can only imagine how many women he must sleep with around here.
“Why are you complaining? He actually asked the guys, remember? But we wanted to hide for ten minutes, so we offered.” Amber replies.
“Oh, yeah, we did.”
“I’ll be his slave. Seriously, how fucking gorgeous is he?” Amber sighs.
I roll my eyes. “He’s okay, I suppose,” I murmur. “I haven’t really noticed. He’s too busy being an asshole.”
“Are you kidding me? He’s a lot better than okay,” she continues from behind me as we weave through the cars. “I think he likes you.”
I turn to face her. “Why do you say that?”
“He is checking you out every chance he gets.”
I narrow my eyes. “Is not.”
“Is too.”
That shouldn’t excite me, but it does. “Like when?”
“Like when you bent down to get all the things out of the filing cabinet, he was checking out your behind.”
I screw up my face. “Oh, please, he so wasn’t.”
“You should ask him out.”
“What?” I shriek. “Ask him out? Have you been sniffing the gas in theatre?”
“If he was checking me out, I would ask him out.” She widens her eyes to accentuate her point.
I smile wide. “Amber, you’re crazy. Do you know that?”
“Well, he couldn’t ask me out, so I would have to ask him.”
I frown. “Why couldn’t he ask you out?”
“Hospital policy. The doctors are not allowed to have...” She puts her fingers up to air quote. “Liaisons with interns.”
“Why? Last time I looked we were all adults.”
She shrugs. “I don’t know, but I’m seriously breaking that rule if I get the chance.”
I smile as we keep walking.
“Tell me if you see him checking me out so I can pull the trigger,” she continues.
I burst out laughing. “Pull the trigger?” I repeat.
“Yes, you know. Seize the day. Mow that fucker down.”
I laugh as we walk. “Mow that fucker down.” I snicker. I glance around the parking lot. “What car is it again?”
She frowns. “I don’t know. He said it was in the farthest B block in the secured parking and the number plates were 777.” She changes direction and I follow her across the parking bay.
I frown. “What kind of wanky plates are 777 anyway?” Ugh, this guy is an idiot.
She stops still and I nearly run into the back of her. “Oh… my… fuck,” she stammers.
“What?”
“Look at his fucking car.”
I glance around. “Huh, where?”
“I swear I need to marry this guy,” Amber whispers.
“What?” I snap. “What are we looking at here?”
She points to a black, super shiny, flashy car and I frown. It’s so fancy, I don’t think I have ever seen one like it before. “What kind of car is that?”
“An Aston Martin.”
My face falls. “How… much do they cost?” I stammer.
“Like, two-hundred thousand dollars.”
I stand still on the spot. “Oh,” I whisper. My mind goes back to Vegas and the guards he had. Who is this guy? Not many doctors are at this level of wealth at his age. She clicks the button and the lights go on as it unlocks. She climbs into the driver’s seat.
“What are you doing?” I frown.
“Let’s go for a spin.” She smiles mischievously as she turns the engine on. It purrs like a kitten.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I whisper as I glance around guiltily. “Get out! I have already been in trouble once today.”
She grabs his black playboy sunglasses from the console and puts them on as she pretends to drive and turn the wheel. “Oh, Amber, I want to fuck you so hard,” she mimics in a fake Australian accent.
“Oh, Amber, I want to section you in a mental institution,” I hit back in a better Australian accent than hers.