Page 18 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

“But I wonder who you could have been thinking about?” she teased as she opened the door and waited for me to let myself out.

“Like I’d be thinking of anyone,” I rolled my eyes.

“Aww, come on! Was it Harold? Or another staff?” She continued her attempt to squeeze me of information as she followed behind me.

“It’s no one. Jeez, what are you, twelve?” I asked as I made my way to the lunch area.

“Maybe I actually am,” she said.

“Well, as a kid, then…” I wasn’t watching where I was going and I bumped into someone.

“You seem jovial today,” the person said.

“I’m so sorry, I…” my apology stopped halfway as I noticed whom I bumped into.

Standing there, with the cockiest grin that there ever was, was Dr. Adam Hunt, with a coffee spill on his lab coat.

Shit…

“We haven’t seen much of each other in a while, to think we would meet again like this,” he said as he looked at the coffee spill.

“So sorry about this, Dr. Hunt,” Sarah apologized.

“No, it’s fine,” he said and turned to me, “You don’t have to worry about the spill. I can get it cleaned.”

This wasn’t good. The last thing I wanted was to be in his debt. If he was like that when I was vulnerable, then what would he do if this time I was in his debt?

I don’t think I’ve mentioned this before, but he also wore white scrubs. He was either wearing black or white and never the standard colors of scrubs we medical practitioners wore.

Black was for operations and white was for every other day.

Unfortunately, this was every other day. I was sure the coffee spill had gone beyond the coat.

I stretched my hand towards him, “I’ll have it cleaned.”

It was a trap… not for him but for me.

I created the trap, but I was sure of an escape route. I just needed to remain calm and plot properly.

I just needed to clear the debt and stay under his radar.

“I admire the offer, but you really don’t have to worry,” he said as he peered into the coat, “The scrub’s stained too, so I can just handle both.”

“I’ll clean them both,” I insisted.

He smirked and took a step closer. He was taller and honestly for someone who was forty-something years old, he looked like he was in his late thirties.

As he got closer and towered over me…I felt good.

It’s weird I know, but my heart started pounding again.

He was rattling my insides just by looking down on me. But I didn’t let him know his intimidation was having any effect on me.

I stared him down as well, my face blank and devoid of any expression that would feed his oversized ego.

As he noticed hischarmhad no effect on me, a vein popped on his forehead but his smile didn’t fade.

He let out a sigh and stopped staring. Then he headed towards his office.

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