Page 41 of Intense
“Oh, is that what you meant? I’ve got eyes everywhere, Dr. Miller. Remember that.”
Right on cue, my elevator dings and I step inside.
When the doors close, she’s already stomped off. I get my notepad out and write the next page.
LOOKED GORGEOUS IN VEGAS.
Bratty as hell.
Still hates my guts. I sensed a hint of jealousy? Or was that me?
It’s not that I hate her. Not even close. I get enjoyment out of being a dick and seeing how far I can push her.
Like an experiment, of sorts. At what point does she throw in the towel and move hospitals?
How far do I have to go for her to slap me?
Why do I hate it when she ignores me?
It’s a lot of unanswered questions that I’m trying to figure out.
Hate is an emotional response. Usually, you have to like someone first to then hate them.
In this case? From day one, I felt her dislike. It seeped out of her pores like venom.
And me, being me, decided I liked that poison.
I wanted more.
I need to see how deep this can run.
I like games. And this one keeps me inspired.
I flip the pad closed.
Maybe I’ll keep writing notes on her in here and wrap it up for Christmas.
But she can never, ever, see my other ones.
Chapter 16
STEPHANIE
I’m the last one to arrive at the bar and the party’s already in full swing.
Sliding into the booth beside Josh, I scan the room. Poppy’s letting her hair down, dancing with a couple of the other girls from the Chicago hospital.
It’s a shame Hallie couldn’t come, but she won’t be back for another couple of months after the birth of their son.
Which, I guess, makes him Finn’s nephew now.
Speaking of…
“Is Dr. Quinn here?” I ask Josh.
He clears his throat. I follow his gaze, straight to Poppy.
“I’ve already warned her not to fuck anyone at work, Josh.”
