Page 391 of The Doctors Will See You Now

My panties prepared themselves for a deluge.

But that was it, an innocent kiss and done before turning me, his warm hand still fresh on the skin of my back as he led me out of his office and toward the elevator.

As we stood in front of it, waiting for the cart, he wrapped his arm around my waist and tucked me into his side. His warm breath brushed the skin of my neck as he whispered into my ear. Fuck yes, more physical contact. “You look amazing tonight, Charlotte.”

I felt high off his words, like any second I could orbit into space, when I saw what I thought was a light down the hall. It disappeared just as quickly, though, and Nick’s whole body felt like a heating pad for my own. I didn’t have time to bother thinking about fucking lights.

“Thank you,” I quietly whispered back.

His deep, chocolate gaze locked with mine. No words exchanged, just my eyes searching his and his searching mine.

I wasn't sure what either of us was looking for, but the butterflies fluttering inside of my belly told me neither of us needed to search anymore. Everything we wanted was standing right in front of us.

The elevator dinged its arrival, and Nick guided me inside. Our night had just begun, and already, I was a fan.

A big, big fan.

Two hours later, we were surrounded by pounding pop music and chatty patrons inside of a little dive bar in the FiDi district. Known by locals as the Iron Horse, it was nothing more than a dingy open space with a bar in the back, a dance floor in the center, and several tables nestled near the front corner of the establishment. But what it lacked in visual appeal, it made up for in cheap drinks, happy energy, and kick-ass beats.

Nick and I sat side by side, our hands intertwined and resting on Nick's thigh, as my friends continued to ask him anything and everything about his upcoming show, The Doctor Is In. They were naturally impressed when I explained that my date was a neurosurgeon by day, but once I told them about the reality docuseries, they nearly lost their shit.

The era of the Kardashians, ladies and gentlemen.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, hungrily devouring every minute detail of his eyes, his lips, his cheekbones. I rubbed at the skin on the back of his hand with my thumb, every stroke of contact electric in intensity.

His lips lifted into a soft smile as he chuckled at something Harper had said, and I swooned a little more.

“No, Jesus. This is nothing like the Kardashians," he explained. “It's just a reality docuseries about three doctors from St. Luke's.”

“Holy shit, Char,” Ivy exclaimed over the pounding music and slapped her palms onto the table. “Have you been on camera yet?”

“Uh… I don't think so.”

She quirked a brow. “What do you mean you don't think so?”

“Well… I mean…maybe once. But I doubt it would get used.”

“Oh my God! You're going to be famous.”

“Uh…no.” A shocked laugh escaped my lips. “I highly doubt me meeting Nick at his office for lunch while cameras were filming equals fame.”

She rolled her eyes. “What were you wearing?”

“I have no idea.”

“A black skirt and a pink blouse,” Nick chimed in.

Holy hell, he remembered what I had on?

“Wait… Was it the sexy black one that has a little slit in the back?” Harper asked.

Nick grinned and offered a little nod of an answer.

“Oh boy. If your face isn't on camera, no doubt your ass will be. It looks crazy good in that skirt.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. “I highly doubt my ass will be the focus of a reality series about medicine.”

Harper opened her mouth to most likely refute my argument, but the bartender dropping off another round of beers and shots at our table stopped her before she could start.