Besides, depending on what he learned tonight, carbs might be the least of his problems.
Chapter2
Debauchery.
There was pretty much only one word to describe the Throckmorton’s Corner annual Halloween party, and debauchery was it.
This was probably as good of a reason as any to explain away why she was wearing lingerie on the outside as a naughty nun.
“Want to dance, sister?” asked a drunk Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
“I’m okay. Bar.”
“Let me buy you something.”
“I’m good,” Dr. Lillian Hernandez told the turtle and squeezed away back through the crowd.
Then she kicked herself. She was supposed to be letting guys buy her drinks at the invite doctor’s only MetroGen Halloween party. Her day at the office had been bad enough, so when on of her pediatric resident friends and her two roommates said ‘Let’s go as Sister Act,’ she had stupidly agreed.
After they convinced her to wear a mask, a habit, and her underwear on the outside, they’d promptly ditched her to go dance.
Dancing would have been more fun if her boobs weren’t threatening to climb out of her top. Tan big boobs and a generous ass. What had her father said about her mother? “Pick a Puerto Rican girl, fifty percent thicker and cleans fifty percent better.”
See how well that worked out? She was still single.
She caught sight of second-year resident Clarissa Morgan making out with a masked military something or other. He was wearing camo pants with a gun, and Clarissa seemed to be having a great time.
Lillian wrinkled her nose. Too bad she couldn’t be that uninhibited. She lacked the skills and the will to grab some random guy and stick her tongue down his throat.
Because she’d been good for her whole life.
Other friends partied through college. She’d been studying or babysitting or teaching Sunday school. Most guys she dated didn’t even believe she was a doctor because she was ‘too nice.’
Yep, Freaking Rainbow Brite.
Screw that, she was getting a drink. It wasn’t open bar, but there was some type of jungle juice flowing freely in the back corners.
Sorry, kids, the friendly, happy pediatrician is closed for the night. She’s going to go get drunk off her stupid, too-nice ass.
If she could get anywhere near the drinks. There was a big crowd around the free drinks, and she couldn’t find a way to maneuver through it. She did bounce off the wall of bodies, trip on her heels, and land on her butt though.
“Are you okay?” A guy reached down and helped her to her feet.
She craned her eyes up and stared at the guy who was channeling Antonio Banderas in the Mask of Zorro.
“Fine.”
His black shirt hung mostly open and showed the outline of thick muscle beneath.
Really nice, warm muscle.
“You sure?” He had a red plastic cup in his head. “Were you trying to get a drink?”
She nodded.
“I can go get you one.”
“Give me yours,” she said without thinking. She was not going to let some random guy go grab her a drink of an unknown random substance.
