arms. “I’ll get it done as soon as possible.”
“See to it that you do,” he says, and just like that, turns on his heel and stalks away with his intern scurrying after him.
I can’t stop gaping, and when I finally turn back to Patricia, I find her with a smug, knowing smirk stretched wide across her face that practically screams, ‘I told you so.’ She points down the hall. “There’s a study room on the corner with snacks in the fridge. I suggest you make yourself comfortable, and next time, try not to piss off the doctors.”
I let out a heavy sigh and drag my feet, my amazing day already beginning to plummet. By the time I reach the study room, my arms ache from the big folders, and the second I get the door open, I all but race inside and drop them on the table.
Maybe Patricia was right. Okay, she was definitely right. This is punishment. I must have read Dr. Mayson wrong this morning because I could have sworn that being on his service was going to be some kind of amazing thing. I’ve never been so wrong.
He’s a dick. Dr. Dick. That’s who he’ll be from here on out.
I drop into the uncomfortable chair at the table and flip open the first folder, knowing that today is going to be as shit as it gets.
Dr. Dick may have won this round, but come tomorrow, I’ll be back with a vengeance, and there’s no way he’ll be able to bench me. I’m here for the long haul.
CHAPTER 4
AUTUMN
My feet ache as I push through the door of my shitty one-bedroom apartment. I’ve never been so exhausted in my life. After hours of studying, the protocols and policies were practically frying my brain. I was finally pulled away for some actual action when a woman with triplets came in. I wasn’t allowed to do anything but observe and take notes, but it was still huge.
It started as a natural birth, but after the second baby got stuck, it quickly turned into an emergency cesarean. Dr. Mayson handled it admirably, momentarily making me forget that he was a dick. It was simply amazing, and honestly, a little scary for a hot minute. But I can’t deny that watching Dr. Mayson in action like that was the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen.
I close the door behind me, and the first thing I hear is the sound of Brandon taking over my living room. I roll my eyes. We’ve already talked about him being here when I’m not. I’m not comfortable with it. We’ve only been together for three months, and so far, it’s turning into a bit of a punishment. I don’t think it’s going to go much further.
I was really hoping for a little peace and quiet tonight. I’ve already texted KC to let her know that I’m not coming around. I’m far too exhausted to think about entertaining him, especially when it’s going to end with him climbing in my bed. I just don't have the energy to fake it.
No, thanks. Not tonight.
“Hey,” I call over the sound of the bullshit coming from the television as I walk deeper into my apartment. “What are you doing here? I thought we talked about this.”
Brandon nods in my general direction but doesn’t take his eyes off the screen, and I realize that he’s playing some kind of video game. I stare for a moment, my lip pulling up in confusion. Where the hell did that come from? I’m pretty certain that it wasn’t there when I left this morning.
“Umm … hello? Brandon,” I say, raising my voice, more than a little pissed off that I was ignored the first time. “What do you think you’re doing here? I asked you not to come over when I wasn’t here. How’d you get in anyway?”
“Key,” he grunts, still not taking his eyes off the screen. “It’s fine. Chill out, babe. I haven’t touched any of your shit.”
A key? What the hell? Are you kidding me? Who the hell does this guy think he is? How can he not see how badly that violates my privacy?
I let out a huff and walk through to my kitchen, needing to dump my shit on the counter and take my shoes off before I deal with his dumbass. Only, there’s nowhere to dump my bag because there is shit everywhere. Nearly all of the contents from my fridge are scattered across my counter, there are