Motherfucker.
Chapter 5
Elisabeth~
Though I was always on-call, it was the Friday before the holiday, and I was looking forward to the chance of a three-day weekend.So, as I walked towards the front doors of St.Dymphna’s, the last thing that I needed was to see the man standing near the entrance, presumably waiting for me, though I prayed that he wasn’t.
However, God wasn’t on my side as I tried to walk right past him, only to have him step in front of me, forcing me to have to stop and address him.Now, while I wasn’t one to hold a grudge, I was very big on not wasting my time with people that weren’t worth said time, and Lazarus Copeland was definitely not worth my time.
“Just give me ten minutes, Lissa,” he said in lieu of a greeting.“Ten minutes.”
“I don’t have ten minutes,” I told him, making sure to maintain eye contact, so that he knew how serious I was.“I don’t even have the few seconds that you’re costing me right now.”
“It’s important,” he insisted.“Do you honestly think that I would be here if it weren’t?”
While he had a point, I didn’t want to acknowledge it.In fact, I’d like to forget the man altogether if I could.Lazarus and I had met years ago, what with us running in the same professional circles and all, and we’d always had a fairly amicable friendship.However, three months ago, I’d made the mistake of letting his six-foot-three, brown hair, chocolate-colored bedroom eyes, and ripped physique convince me to go to bed with him, and because God had wanted to punish me for something tragic in a past life, Lazarus had turned out to be the best sex that I’d ever had, but also a complete asshole.
Unfortunately for me, everything had been fine until he had decided to open his mouth about my choice of professional discipline.We’d been postcoital, and instead of just enjoying the orgasms that we’d just had, Lazarus had chosen to ask me why I’d decided to work with people who were crazy rather than treat genuine neuro disorders.When I’d made it clear that I was interested in the treatment as well as the cure, he’d made it clear that he was all about the cure and his success rate.After that, I’d gotten dressed, walked out of the hotel room, then had deleted his number from my contacts.That was the last time that I’d seen or spoken to him, choosing to ignore the many calls from an unknown number that had followed afterwards.
Still, if he was here...
“Fine,” I said.“Ten minutes, but that’s it.I’ve got shit to do, Russ.”
“Thank you,” he replied, and he actually sounded sincere.
Turning from him, I headed into the lobby, greeted Peggy as she handed me my patient files from the evening shift, then made my way to my office, Lazarus following quietly behind me.I also wasn’t a fan of how gorgeous he still looked, and that’s how you knew that life wasn’t fair.No matter what, assholes shouldn’t be so damn good-looking.
Once we reached my office, I ignored how he shut the door behind him as I hung my jacket and purse up on the coat rack, then dropped my files on my desk.I also didn’t say anything as I took a seat, letting him get comfortable in one of the chairs positioned across from me.
Appreciating that I didn’t have time for him-or even particularly liked him-he got straight to the point.“I have a walk-in that claims to be Archangel Ramiel.”
I wasn’t impressed.“Then call the intake office and have him transported.We’ll take it from there.”
“It’s not that simple,” he replied, and that immediately made me wary.
“Why not?”
