Page 50 of Intense
An attending cardiology surgeon of New York State Hospital is looking me up and down like he wants to devour me.
“Hey, Zak. It’s been a while,” I greet him.
He opens his arms for a hug. I frown. Wait. I’m probably making it weird. So I step uncomfortably into the hug.
“Too long, Steph.”
I quickly pull away, blowing one of my curls out of my face. He still looks good. Those blonde curls, that navy suit—he pulls it off.
“We’re busy people, Zak.”
He nods.
“Well, if you transferred over to New York, you could be less busy for me.”
“I’ve already said no. I like it where I am.”
He chews the inside of his cheek.
“There is always tonight?” he whispers.
“That isn’t a good idea, Zak.” I give him a tight-lipped smile.
He’s a good guy.
Scratch that. He was a good guy. Now he’s engaged. Baby on the way. Word gets around.
So maybe he’s just another piece of shit with a stethoscope.
“It doesn’t need to be any different from last time.”
When he leans in, I step back.
“Oh, Zak. Can I borrow your phone?”
Amidst his horny haze, gazing right at my cleavage, he hands it over—unlocked.
Men can be so fucking stupid.
With a sinister smile, I pull up his messages. It’s easy to find his fiancée.
“Now, Zak. Should I call Elsa and explain how the love of her life is trying to fuck his one-night stand from two years ago—again—at a work conference in Vegas? I’m sure she’d want to know what kind of douchebag she’s marrying.”
His mouth drops open. I hit dial.
He moves fast like a fucking ninja, but I duck out of his way.
“You’re being a bitch.”
I let out a chuckle and toss the phone across the floor.
“Go on. Get on your knees and crawl to get your phone, you fucking dog,” I hiss.
He shakes his head and steps into my space. His nostrils flare.
I tip my chin up.
“I’m not scared of men like you,” I whisper.
