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“Your phone’s ringing.” His words douse me like a bucket of ice water. I come out of my lust-fueled haze and finally register my work phone shrilling loudly.
“Damn it. I’m on-call tonight.” I jump off the couch and run to my purse, then check my messages. Shit. “I’ve got to go back to the hospital.”
A wicked grin pulls at Sawyer’s lips. “We’ll have to pick back up another time, Red.” He rises from the couch and crosses the room, then takes my face in his hands.
For a moment, I think he’s going to break our rule. I don’t want this man kissing me.
I won’t give him that. That’s giving him more than my body.
But he doesn’t kiss my lips. No... Sawyer’s lips press against my forehead. “And don’t get yourself off. If you do, I’ll know. Your next orgasm belongs to me. New rule. All your orgasms belong to me while we’re doing whatever this is we’re doing.”
“What?” I demand. “You’ve got to be kidding. You cannot be delusional enough to think I’m going to listen to you.”
His knees bend, bringing him down to eye level, and he yanks me to him. “Try me and see.” His eyes stray back to my mouth before he releases me and grabs his coat and hat from the kitchen. “See ya soon, Red.”
The front door shuts behind him, and I silently scream in frustration.
If it weren’t for the baby I need to deliver, I swear to God, I’d make myself come twice, just to tell the asshole I had.
* * *
“Dr. Davenport...” The fast escape I’d been trying to make from the hospital is thwarted Monday, just before I make it outside. I turn to find my new favorite scrub nurse, Phoebe, behind me.
Some nurses anticipate everything you need before you even open your mouth to ask for it. They know your next move before you do, and they’re absolutely incredible with the patients too. In the short time I’ve been working at Kroydon Hills Hospital, Phoebe has demonstrated how supremely capable she is.
And it doesn’t hurt that she reminds me so much of Quinn, I find it hard to believe they’re not related.
“Hey, Phoebe.” I zip up my coat and walk into the vestibule, ready to get the hell out of here and catch a few hours of sleep. I’m off for the rest of the day, and I promised the actual Quinn we’d grab drinks tonight. We both step through the automatic doors leading to the employee parking area, and the bitter wind takes my breath away. “You done for the day too? You did a great job earlier with Mrs. Metzger.”
“Thanks. Yeah. I’m off for two whole days. I can’t wait to go home, get a hot shower, and sleep in my own bed.” She stuffs her hands in her pockets. “I wanted to...” She pauses. “I guess what I mean is...”
I stop and wait for her to spit it out, not sure if this will be good or bad but intrigued either way.
“It’s just... I’m kinda new in town too. Well, I’ve been here for close to a year, but I don’t really have time for the whole making-friendsthing. And I thought maybe you’d want to meet for coffee or something one day.” She covers her face with both hands and makes a gagging sound. “To be completely honest, I kinda like the standoffish vibe you’ve got going on. I’m not really a people person either.”
“Wait.” I grab her hands and pull them down to find a completely mortified look on her face. “Standoffish?”
“Well... It’s not exactly like you’re a people person.” I’m not sure whether she’s blushing or if the cold air is turning her cheeks pink.
“I guess I’m really not. I just didn’t realize it was that obvious.” Damn. That’s not great news. Nobody wants a doctor who’s a bitch.
“It’s okay. I’m just observant, and you strike me as my kinda people. You’re a little salty and a lot sarcastic. I like it.” She smiles, and I start to wonder if she wants a friend or if she’s hitting on me.
Pretty sure it’s the former.I think.
Wow. I really do suck at peopling.
“Well, you kinda nailed me. So, if you’re not exactly looking for the warm and fuzzy type of friend, I guess I fit the bill.” I’m being completely serious, but she laughs. Am I this out of practice at making new friends? “I’m meeting a friend for drinks tonight. You kind of remind me of her. Would you like to join us?”
“I appreciate the offer, but once my head hits my pillow, I plan on sleeping for at least twelve hours. I’ll catch you at the end of the week, Dr. Davenport. Maybe we could grab lunch or something.”
“Sure,” I tell her, and she takes a step away, before I call out, “Phoebe... Call me Wren.”
“See you later, Wren.”
Should making a new friend be this stressful?
Am I really that standoffish?
