Page 3 of Grumpy Sunshine

I didn’t know if you could consider alpha male badasses as knockouts, but if you could, it would be him.

He was tall, broad, and had these muscles that just begged to be squeezed.

He wasn’t exactly super nice, though, so I’d not been able to get to know him as well as the others on the surgical unit.

I’d been working as a tech in surgery for well over a year now, and I got along with most people pretty well.

But I’d never really gotten to know Dr.Clayborne.

He was an enigma, and every single part of my being was enraptured every time he walked in a thirty-foot vicinity of me.

“Thanks,” I said as I slipped it on.

He watched, likely noting how worn out my shoes were, too, but didn’t comment.

“Something wrong with your car?”he asked.

I shrugged.“Something’s always wrong with my car.”

His head tilted, and I could tell that he wanted to know more.

But, since I had places to be, and the man intimidated the hell out of me, I smiled, waved, and took off back toward my car.

My ass jiggled as I went, and I wondered if he noticed.

Likely he did.

It was hard not to notice the way my ass was.

I had a pear body shape.

I had a small upper body, that looked like I spent all my days in the gym.Two very toned arms and a nice, trim waist.But then you got to my hips, which were well and truly birthing hips.I had a fat ass, thick thighs, and dainty feet.

I was what I considered weird looking.

My boyfriends had always liked my ass, though.

Maybe it was good.

I didn’t know.

What I did know was that my thighs, hips and waist made it nearly impossible to find a pair of freakin’ pants that fit well.

I tried not to think about Dr.Clayborne as I headed home, but that proved to be an impossibility.

When I parked my car, I passed my parking space that the complex allotted me and parked on the street at the nearest hill.Then I dragged my tired body the two blocks to my apartment complex and headed up the four flights of stairs.

The first thing I noticed when I got there was that my door was unlocked.

I groaned and hoped that didn’t mean that I would find my sister inside.

I loved my sister dearly, but I was tired, and the only thing I wanted to do was go pay my rent, then go to bed.

However, when I got there, the door was already partially open.

I deflated.

My mom had been here.

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