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)
It’s undeniable and I know he feels it, too.
All week, sparks have been flying between us.
“Oh, give me yours,” Steven says as he Facebook friend requests everyone in the group.
I glance around the table to see everyone busily adding each other. Shit, this is why I have two accounts.
“I’m Ashley T.” I smile. I hardly use this account and only have work friends on it.
They all friend request me and to be polite. I go around the table and add everyone,
“Do you have a Facebook account, Dr. Stanton and Dr. Jameson?” Amber asks.
God, she’s so forward. It’s bloody embarrassing.
They both shake their heads and I smirk. As if they would want to be friends with a bunch of interns.
Dr. Jameson is the first to stand. “I have an appointment. Once again, welcome to our team. We are so happy with everyone so far.”
The group all smile.
“Oh.” Amber replies. “We’re going out tomorrow night for drinks. Do you want to come with your wife?”
Dr. Jameson smiles. “Thank you for the invitation, but no. We’re unable to make it. My wife is heavily pregnant with our fourth child.”
“Oh.” The group gush.
He smiles, and with a courteous nod, he leaves the cafeteria.
“Are you going to come, Dr. Stanton?” Amber asks.
“Please, call me Cameron.”
“Oh.” She lets out a fake laugh. “Cameron is such a nice name,” she gushes and I feel myself cringe. Just shut up, stupid.
“Who is going?” he asks as his eyes flicker to me.
“We all are.”
His eyes hold mine. “Sure. Why not?”
Shit. Over my dead body is Amber getting her claws into him. This day is getting worse by the minute.
What would I wear if I did go?
“Tomorrow morning, Ashley, I’m going over to the children’s hospital. You will be coming with me,” Cameron suddenly tells me.
“Oh.” I smile. That’s exciting. “Okay.”
He sips his coffee, and as I watch him, I practically melt in my chair. “Do you want me to meet you there?” I ask nervously.
“No, you can come in my car.” I bet I could. “If that’s alright?” he adds.
“Of course.” I smile. “Shall I meet you here?”
He nods. “Yes, I will pick you up by the front doors at 7am.”
I smile hopefully. “Okay, great.” I glance at my watch. “I have to go.”
Ambers face falls. “Where are you going? We don’t have to be back for another twenty minutes.”
“Oh. Erm.” I pause, because I know I sound like a weirdo. “I just wanted to read to Gloria for a little bit.”
The group all laugh and I feel silly. I glance over at Cameron and his eyes have that sexy glow in them again.
“See you later.”
It’s 10pm and I am in bed with a book that I just can’t get into. The room is dimly lit. Everyone is asleep. I’ve been tossing and turning, wondering if I’ve done the right thing by not ‘fessing up to having a child. I lied in my enrollment form for my job, and now it seems like I’m going to get caught. What is the punishment for this sort of thing? Is it really so bad if I don’t tell them for a week or two that I have a child? If I tell Cameron now he will just see me as someone’s mother. He will always see me as someone’s mother. I want him to get to know me for me first.
I know he’s attracted to me. I can feel it. But I also know he’s not the type of guy to take on a woman with a kid.
He hates kids. God, why did he say that? How can anyone hate kids?
Maybe I could just leave it for a week before I tell him. A week won’t hurt in the grand scheme of things.
Will it?
I pick up my phone and scroll through Facebook as I think. I click onto the other account that I gave them today and scroll through a few of their pages. I smile when I look through Amber’s page. She is wearing hardly anything in any of her pictures.
A message pops up and I click on it.
Hello
I frown and click on the name. Mechanic.
I smirk as my heart rate picks up, and I quickly click on the profile picture—a picture of an Aston Martin. A white one, though. His is black.
Is it him?
Fuck.
I message back.
Hello
I hold my breath as I wait for a reply. Oh my God. Is this him? I wait for a moment and message again.
Do I know you?
A message bounces back immediately.
I don’t know. Do you?
My eyes widen. Oh my God. It is him… isn’t it? I sit up in bed, suddenly wide-awake.
A message comes in.
I can’t stop thinking ab
out you.
My smile grows as my heart starts to somersault in my chest, and I stand and wave my arms around in the air in excitement. Oh my God, it’s him.