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Reaching for my phone, an unexpected thought occurs to me. Chad did say they’re keeping a close eye on me. And yes, I’ve mostly kept my nose clean, but this situation with Ms. Harte could certainly turn ugly and taint my career if it ever got out.
What happened earlier in the week would definitely result in my license being revoked for unethical conduct. I’ve worked hard to maintain the noteworthy position I’m currently in, and I cannot, or rather, I will not allow my cock to fuck up something I’ve worked too hard to achieve.
With a defeated sigh, I lift the receiver and page Susanna.
“Dr. Mathews?”
“Hello, Ms. Vale. There’s a patient I need you to contact.”
“Of course. Who might that be?”
Taking a muted breath, I reply, “Ms. Juliet Harte.”
“What would you like me to tell her?” Susanna innocently inquires.
Ignoring the pang of regret, I sigh. “Please let her know I can no longer treat her, and pass on Dr. Geo’s details.”
“Not a problem, Dr. Mathews. Is there anything else you would like me to say?”
There are a thousand things I wish I could say. But this is for the best.
“No, Ms. Vale. Let’s leave it at that.”
Friday night drinks are what get me through the week, and after today’s news, I can’t wait to kick back and have a few beers with the boys to celebrate my good fortune.
“If I may, I would like to propose a toast to my good friend, Dr. Dixon Mathews, who may be a womanizing jerk at times—” I roll my eyes, but listen to Hunter’s heartfelt speech “—but he’s shown great restraint by saying hell no to the foxy nympho to save his career. Some may say he’s gone crazy, or maybe even turned a little soft, but I’m proud of him for putting his blue balls in his suitcase, and focusing on what’s important.”
“Amen!” Finch butts in, raising his glass of Coke.
“Thanks. I think.” We clink glasses, and I take a well-deserved sip.
I’ve told them about my decision to no longer see Juliet, and they were both in agreement that it’s for the best.
“So now that the masturbating sexual deviant is outta your life, are you gonna cuddle up to that cute little brunette from the other night?” Hunter asks, waggling his eyebrows.
“Jesus, that’s a little rough.”
Hunter shrugs. “I call ’em as I see ’em.”
“Well, if everyone lived by your rules, whatever do you think they’d call you?” I ask, smiling.
“They’d call me Hunter…the God of fuck.”
I chuckle, while Finch rolls his eyes.
“Stop changing the subject, you pussy. So the brunette? What are your plans?” He rubs his hands together mischievously.
After bumping into Madison the other day, the boys have been on my case to go visit her. Both Hunter and Finch commented on some weird “love eyes” I had while looking at her—I honestly have no idea where they come up with this shit. But truthfully, I have been thinking about her, and I do plan on visiting her soon, just not right away.
I don’t want to come across as desperate, or come on too strong, so I’ll keep my cards close to my chest for now.
Sick of being the lab rat for the evening, I ask with a wink, “So how about you, Hunter? Passing for Chris Hemsworth’s brother surely helps with the ladies.”
Hunter takes a sip of beer, shaking his head. “He already has a brother, and if the ladies he attracts are any indication of what’s headed my way, I’m more than happy to keep flying solo.”
I know he’s trying to be funny, but the tension around his eyes reveals something is off. I decide to drop it for now, but make a note to ask him later when he’s drunk and in a sharing mood.
“So basically, this scrawny little fucker is the only one who’s getting laid. How sad is that?” Hunter gags, while I thump Finch on the back.
