Page 338 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“Okay… Okay…” I relented. “For the record, my initial plan was not to sleep with her. That just kind of happened.”

She quirked a brow. “What was the plan, then?”

“Clearly, it was to win her over with my irresistible charm,” I said with a wink, and Harlow giggled. “To make a long story short, even though I knew she had the crazy eyes, I also knew she had access to the mayor. Which I needed in the name of getting our public health policies changed.”

“Crazy eyes happened because of Brent?”

I rolled my eyes at her clearly personal knowledge of him. “Obviously, I’d have slept with you to get close to him if I’d known that was an option.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Gross.”

“Nothing we do together is gross.”

She shook her head with a smile, but with one last glance over my shoulder, it was like Pam didn’t exist anymore. She could stare at us all night for all I cared.

“Speaking of that…do you think we can leave soon?” Harlow asked, and anticipation jumped in my stomach.

Even better. In two minutes, Pam wouldn’t even have us as an option to look at.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Thirsty?” Scott asked as we walked inside of his apartment.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on one of the barstools by the kitchen island, and, enthralled by the sinewy bulges of his muscles through his dress shirt, I had to shake off the image of ripping it off myself.

We’d left the party on the pretense of sex, but I knew it didn’t always have to be only about that. That was the whole point of him telling me to be open-minded about what we were to one another.

I shrugged. “Uh…maybe a little bit.”

We’d left the big municipal party before dessert—and probably before Brent’s busty assistant could find a way to telepathically light me on fire with her crazy eyes.

It’d come as a little bit of a shock that Scott had slept with her, and yeah, it did sting a little as well. But I understood. Scott wasn’t an angel, and he certainly hadn’t been celibate before me. His past was his past, just like my past was my past. And Lord knew my past was designed to stay there. Brent had had more than enough stage time at the event tonight; the last thing we needed was to figuratively bring him home with us, too.

What Scott and I were now was still a bit of a mystery to me, though. We’d agreed to be open-minded. And we’d also agreed not to see or sleep with other people.

But did that mean that we were in a relationship?

I had no clue.

Pretty sure the ball’s in your court, sister, my subconscious taunted me. Scott was pulling for a full-blown relationship weeks ago.

Did I want him to be my boyfriend?

I waited for my body’s normal volatile reaction to the word, but nothing came. Not the urge to run or sweaty hands or a violently pounding heartbeat. Nothing.

“A glass of wine?” he offered, completely unaware of my mental come to Jesus moment. “Champagne?”

I scrunched my nose at both options. Between the two glasses of champagne I’d had with hors d’oeuvres and the additional glass of wine during dinner, I was done boozing. “How about something less alcoholic?” I asked and leaned a hip against the kitchen counter.

He chuckled and opened his fridge to rummage through its contents. I, of course, took that time to check out his tight and toned ass. Hot damn, he has a nice ass. Firm and round with just the right symmetry.

“Stop staring at my ass,” he said, his eyes still fixated on the inside of his fridge.

What’s he got, eyes in the back of his head?

“I’m not staring at your ass,” I denied without bothering to actually stop.

I wanted to grip it with both hands. Maybe even spank it. Hell, taking a big, hearty bite out of it sounded nice.