Page 8 of Dr. Fellow

We haven’t seen each other since Cassidy’s engagement party, but I’d be lying if I said his reaction doesn’t make a tiny bit of pride swell within me.

He remembers.

And he should—I’m a memorable bitch.

I narrow my eyes. “You wouldn’t do it right.”

“Yeah, Walker boo-boo, you wouldn’t do it right,” Beau teases, leaning against the desk casually.His ridiculous cat-covered scrub cap is slightly crooked, and it would be so easy to make a joke to knock him down a few pegs, but I hold my tongue—I’m off my usual game because of Walker.

“You don’t do anything right,” Walker shoots back, glaring at Beau. “And you,” he says, turning to face me with annoyance, “are such a little devil. Turn around.”

His commanding words ignite something in my core, fanning an inferno of lust that’s been dormant for too long.

Spinning around to face the desk, I allow a full grin to bloom on my face.

What can I say? I like to win.

Walker’s long fingers wrap around my waist, the same way they did at the condo when he found me in the hallway and pinned me against the wall. This time though, his grip is firmer, like he’s pissed that I’m forcing his hand and wants to remind me that he’s in charge.

I lean forward slightly when he hoists me into the air, pushing my ass toward his face as I begin to tie the decoration in place. I’m sure the view from down there is great, and hopefully reminds him what he missed out on.

Once I finish hanging the garland, I glance back at him. “Other side.”

His gaze lingers on mine for a moment too long before he grunts and sidesteps to allow me to continue with my work. When I’m done, I nod to signal that he can let me down.

Gently, Walker lowers me to the ground. I’m suddenly very aware of every point where his hands touched me, like his grip somehow seared my skin.

“Thanks,” I manage to say, trying to regain my composure.

He simply nods and steps back, putting some much-needed distance between us.

Beau snickers beside me. “Seen Claire?”

I roll my eyes, not surprised that’s why he actually came over.

Beau has been dating Claire officially for a month now, and he’s just as obsessed with her as I am. She’s been working on our floor as a nurse extern while she’s in school, which basically consists of me ordering her around while I attempt to teach her everything that I know. It’s a blast for me, but I’m not sure how fun it’ll be for her after an entire semester.

“I sent her to get us lunch,” I answer casually as I whip out my phone to check on my friend.

She’s been gone for a while now, and my stomach is gurgling like crazy—hospital sushi is calling my name.

“Know when she’ll be back?”

My gaze darts up from the screen, met with warm, gold-brown eyes that are impossible to hate but incredibly easy to tease. “Got a hot date in the ortho call room? Who knew bed sheets could be so versatile?”

Beau’s lovable face flushes as a wide smirk spreads across his lips. “Oh, she told you about that, did she?”

“Very inventive,” I respond, placing my phone on the desk so that I can adjust my ponytail. A few wisps have fallen around my eyes, and they’re irritating the shit out of me.

“What can I say?” he chuckles heartily. “I’m an innovator.”

I shake my head as I pick my phone back up, gluing my eyes to the group messages between my friends. “She said the line in the cafeteria is long, so it’ll be a bit.”

He groans dramatically, and I have to keep my focus on the screen so that I don’t burst out laughing when I add, “She also said you have a tiny cock.”

Beau lunges forward to pry the phone out of my hands. “Let me see that shit.”

Unable to help myself, I glance over at Walker. The corner of his lip twitches slightly as he watches Beau’s dumb face scroll through my messages to find something that doesn’t exist.

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