“You’re a nut, I just met the man last night. What the hell does that even mean?”
“You’re kidding me, please tell me you’re not that naive.”
“Lee, quit the BS!”
“Oh really, that hot scorching surgeon can’t take his smokin’ eyes off you. Hunter better keep his paws to himself or it’s gonna get ugly.”
“Huh? What are you even talking about? Do you ever listen to yourself?” She was crazy. “That’s it, you’re officially crazy. Is this what you do—sit behind the nurses’ station and analyze our every move?” I pushed up from my chair and rounded the counter. “You’ve got some imagination ... and Guy, really, he flirts with everyone. He watches you wiggle your ass every time you walk away, for god’s sake.”
“You’re missing the point.” She got right in my face, her voice sassy as all hell. “This isn’t about Guy. It doesn’t take a freakin’ brain surgeon to figure out what a certain neurosurgeon is thinking. He wants you!” She pointed her finger right at my chest.
I covered my face with my hands, speechless, as the blush crept up my cheeks. He doesn’t even know me, why on earth would he want me?
“Lili,” Sam snapped.
I jerked out of my daze.
“What?” I clipped, completely flustered.
“Did you just hear what I said?” He leaned on the counter right next to me.
“Sorry, Sam, what?”
“I said, I found you some blue scrubs. Here, take the damn things. It’s not my fault you have to go to the OR. I’ve got work to do. No time for this.”
I grabbed the scrubs and shoved them under my arm. Sam was definitely annoyed and probably overwhelmed with the demands of being a new intern.
“Thanks. I’m going to change. I need to get off this floor.”
“She’s flipping out about a bunch of things today,” Leanne chimed in.
I looked over my shoulder and gave her a dirty look before storming toward the elevator.
“Page me when you’re done and I’ll meet you by the OR,” Sam yelled as the elevator doors closed.
Sam stood with me in the long sun-filled hallway outside the operating room suites. It had the most beautiful view of the Schuylkill River. If you had to go under the knife, at least your last sight was serene. God, that was morbid.
“He told us to meet him here. You stay put, I don’t want him pissed because I lost you. I’m gonna run inside and grab you a hat, mask and some shoe booties.”
“Thanks. Hey listen, I’m sorry I snapped earlier. This OR nonsense is definitely not by choice.”
Sam shook his head and pushed through the swinging door toward the scrub sink. I was actually going into an OR. It was insane. I never wanted to be a doctor, nurse, PA ... nothing involving blood and guts. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell.
U r never gonna believe this…
About to go into new chief’s OR
Gotta sit w a patient during surgery
I’m freakin out
“Oh good, I caught you.”
I popped my cell back in my pocket and turned to see Guy heading down the hall. He slapped me on the back and gave me a wink.
“Blue looks great on you, doll.”
I blushed. “Thanks.”
He sort of always knew how to make me feel better.
“So here’s the deal if you don’t throw up or pass out ... we’re gonna celebrate tonight, my treat.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in for a hug.
“You two look cozy.” Sam chuckled, pushing through the swinging door with my crap.
“Whatever, Petit, give me that shit.” Guy grabbed the hat, mask and booties from Sam’s hand. Really, shoe booties?
“Am I interrupting something?” Chase growled.
No joke, he growled. My heart leaped into my throat. The sound of his voice did something crazy to my insides.
“Just getting her ready,” Sam interjected.
My pocket vibrated with a new text. I spun around to face Chase standing directly behind me, totally invading my personal space. I inhaled a sharp breath and my heart rate doubled again. I resisted taking a step back. The distraction of his faded blue scrubs hugging so many of the right places glued me to the floor. With his white lab coat missing, this man standing in front of me was truly a sexy chiseled masterpiece. My nipples peaked and everything lower clenched. This reaction was foreign to me. Nothing in my lower regions ever clenched. Period.
His piercing gaze scanned my body and oozed intensity. “Blue scrubs, really, Sam?” He was angry. “Get her another fucking color now, any color but blue.”
Sam and Guy stood motionless with puzzled faces. I was just as confused as they were. No, actually more.
“I said another color now, Hunter, make this happen.”
Looking startled, both residents turned and quickly walked away with not a word.
Embarrassed and aroused was not a good combo. The heat between my legs was slowly rising to my cheeks. I started to ramble, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I should have known—blue is totally a doctor color. I should have never put these on, I’ll go change...”
He put his pointer finger to his lips then motioned me to follow him through the first set of swinging doors. “Come.”
I followed, unable to resist his magnetic pull. He grabbed a blue cap from the shelf on top of the scrub sink and tied it around the back of his head. The veins in his forearms sliced through his defined muscles. It was sexy as hell. Then he grabbed his mask and pinched it at the bridge of his nose. He proceeded to reach up and tie one set of strings at the top of his head and the other set at the base of his neck. My eyes fixated on the tiny strip of skin peeking out from under the bottom edge of his scrub top. The tease of rock hard abs and bits of dark brown hair trickling below his waistband was enough to almost put me over the edge.
“Did you eat?” He washed his hands and arms with a scrub brush. I didn’t reply. He turned to face me, his dripping wet arms held high in the air. Only his damn eyes exposed. How was it possible to be that hot in a pair of scrubs? “Lili, did you eat anything today?”
“Yeah.” Did coffee count? “I’m good, thanks,” I lied. Like hell I ate.
“I’ll feed you later.” He shook his head, turned and bumped the swinging door with his ass disappearing into the operating room.
“Huh?” I looked down at my blue scrubs as Sam barreled into the tiny scrub sink room with another pair of scrubs in hand.
“There you are, here, go change before he goes postal on my ass.”
“Thanks.” I needed a pause. A big one. In record time I made it to the locker room, changed into the new pair of scrubs and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to refocus. Did he say he was going to feed me? I pulled out my phone. Sierra was good at distraction, and I knew there would be a text waiting.
So rumors were right huh?
He’s a dick.
A dick, yes. A jumpstart to my libido, yes. Together not a good combination. I silenced my ringer, dropped my cell back in my pocket and headed toward the OR. Staring down the empty long hallway I wondered what the hell I was doing on about a million different levels.
Guy rounded the corner and jogged toward me, interrupting the tailspin going on in my head. “I needed to see it for myself. Sam wasn’t lying when he said they were shit brown.” He laughed. “I would have paid to see you in there. I’m jealous of Jackson.” He bumped my hip, but this time I was ready for him. Also helped that I was in flats. Holy hell. Fuchsia ballet flats with shit brown scrubs ... just lovely. It just kept getting better.