Page 27 of Seduction
“Why is Dr. Sparrow always staring at you that way?” Angela asked.
He was with a man and a woman. I presumed one or both were related to a patient of his. We often brought consults or family members on the terrace to deliver updates or treatment plans since the seating, the sun, and the view of the water made it such a pleasant place to be. My head felt floaty, as I couldn’t stop thinking about how he hadn’t looked away even when our gazes met.
I shrugged indifferently. “He doesn’t like me so…”
She tilted her head. “Do you really think that?”
“He doesn’t want me in on any of his teams, and he has the most severe cases, which means I could learn a lot from him.” I didn’t feel a need to mention that I knew why he felt so uncomfortable in the OR with me.
Angela rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to be on his team, Pen. You’re a fucking awesome surgeon. Fuck him. Even though he’s amazing, you could still probably teach him a thing or two.”
I snorted a chuckle.
Then she abruptly scooted to the edge of her seat. “He’s still staring at you. Tell me the truth. Have the two of you screwed?”
“No,” I said emphatically. Not yet at least.
She kept watching him with her hand hiding her mouth. “He doesn’t even know he’s doing it.”
I patted the table. “Well, you’re staring at him, too, so eyes on me.”
“You don’t care,” she said as the corners of her mouth lifted in a tiny smile.
“I don’t care about what?”
Her eyes narrowed to slits as she studied me.Holy shit, Angela is figuring it all out.Regardless, I wasn’t going to tell her that he’d taken me to his office, and we’d kissed like two sex-starved individuals. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her that he had been putting me up in a luxury penthouse in the business district.
“He’s coming,” she said and nailed her back against her chair.
Of course, she didn’t do as I said and continued gazing at him.
My heart ran a hundred-meter dash when he appeared at the edge of our table. Then we both watched him inquisitively.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Baker,” he said to her and waited for her response.
She gulped. “Good afternoon.”
Then he looked at me, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “Dr. Ross, good afternoon.”
I nodded.Shit, say something.I cleared my throat. “Dr. Sparrow.”
“I heard about your two surgeries from the ER. Good work.”
“Thank you.” My voice was too high-pitched for my liking.
Without another word, he walked away, and we couldn’t take our eyes off him until he was out of sight.
Angela sank deeper into her seat, releasing all the tension from her body. “Where the hell did he come from? It’s like he’s not even human.”
I grunted cynically, thinking about some of our run-ins. “Oh, he’s human.” I shot to my feet and gathered the plastic from the sandwich I’d devoured along with an empty bag of chips because I had rounds to make. “I have to go.”
She stood too. “So do I.”
And that was the last time we spoke for the day.
* * *
The ER was busierthan usual that night, and before my shift ended, I had three more emergency surgeries. On my way out, both Deb and Chief Brown mentioned that they wanted to talk to me about a fellowship. Chief even walked me to the exit, pitching all the benefits of taking up my fellowship at Unity Memorial instead of Boston. I wanted to ask him if he was giving me the full-court press because he’d heard from Boston.Have they accepted my application?But I didn’t ask. I still didn’t want to know.
