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 frown. Fuck. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
I shake my head and sit up, acting guilty while perching on my chair. “No, Ashley and I are strictly business.”
His knowing eyes hold mine and my stomach drops with more guilt. He knows I’m lying though my teeth. “You do know our whole professional image depends on how you handle these interns.”
I bite my bottom lip to stop myself saying something I’ll regret.
“The board is watching. Fuck around with the nurses all you want Cameron, but don’t touch the interns.”
I nod once, annoyed that I’m being pulled in line for the first time ever.
He stands and smiles. “I knew you would agree with me on this.”
Half an hour later, I’m at the entrance of the hospital, watching her standing out on the curb as she waits for me.
Her thick, honey blonde hair hangs around her shoulders and she’s wearing a black dress with heels with stockings. My eyes scan her body and I feel myself harden. She’s on her phone while she waits for me to pick her up.
She’s breathtaking.
Whenever I see her, I have this overwhelming urge to wrap her in my arms.
What is this connection?
Why can’t I stop thinking about her for even a minute?
I need to get a fucking handle on it right now.
Ashley
I wait nervously on the curb of the hospital for my ride to the children’s hospital. I glance down at myself in my black dress. I’m as nervous as hell. It was two hours before I got Owen settled last night, and when I finally got back to my sexter, he wasn’t online—obviously pissed, thinking I had ditched him.
God, what a mess. My life is like a bad sitcom.
“The car is this way,” a voice mumbles from behind me.
Huh?
I turn to see Cameron walking past me with his briefcase in his hand. What the hell? I follow him through the parking lot, but he doesn’t say a word. My heart hammers in my chest. His car beeps as he opens it and we climb into the low luxury seats.
“Hello.” I smile nervously.
He checks the mirrors as I watch him. Isn’t he going to say anything to me at all?
“Hello,” he replies emotionlessly as he pulls out into the traffic.
He has his playboy sunglasses on and a dark charcoal suit with a crisp, light blue shirt and tie. His dark hair is messy perfection, and his day old growth is darkening his square jaw.
This man is the epitome of gorgeous. The way he smells. The way he looks. His mind. His beautiful, filthy mind.
I watch him.
His eyes stay glued to the road in front.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
He continues to drive and I turn to watch the road in front of us with my mind in overdrive. Was that even him messaging me last night?
What if it wasn’t?
“Did you have a nice night?” I ask nervously.
He glances over at me. “I did.” He raises a brow and I can tell he’s pissed off.
It was him!
“Did you?” he asks.
I clasp my hands so tight in my lap. “It started out well, but my Internet dropped out and it didn’t come back on until this morning,” I lie.
His eyes meet mine and he lifts his chin defiantly, as if not believing it for a minute.
I wonder did he go out last night after we spoke. For all I know he could have been at the Escape Lounge fucking some model all night.
Stop it!
His phone rings, connecting through the Bluetooth of the car. “Hello, Cameron Stanton,” he answers.
“Hello, Dr. Stanton. This is Pauline from Pediatric records at the children’s hospital.”
“Hello, Pauline.”
“Sorry to bother you, sir. We have a small problem.”
He exhales. “What’s that?”
“We have a new staff member and, unfortunately, when she was scanning the reports into the patient files, the latest report you did for Sasha Mills is not in there, and we’re unable to locate the original one.”
He rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I will call in and resend it over to you.”
“Thank you. I just knew you wouldn’t be happy if it wasn’t here when you arrive.”
“Thank you for your call.” He hangs up.
He drives for a minute more and then turns abruptly. “We just have to make a quick detour.”
“Okay.”
He flies down the road and we sit in silence. I’m not sure what to say and he is clearly ignoring me. Finally, he pulls into a swanky suburb and pushes a code into a gated community security gate. The doors swing open and I frown. “Are we going to your office?” I ask.
“My office in my house.”
My eyes widen. He lives here? We turn a few corners down a long road, and he pulls into a large driveway with huge gates. He pushes another security code in and the gates swing open to reveal the most horrifying thing I think I have ever seen.