Page 101 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"Humor me," I said.

"Well the boss, Dr. Hunt, brought a bike to work," he said while trying so hard to hold in his laughter.

"You should have seen him in his safety equipment and all that. He was looking…cute," the second added, causing both of them to burst into laughter.

I imagined how Adam must have looked and laughed as well.

It was the start of a good day.

But things gradually became less good.

First, when I got into the hospital with my lucky balloon, I attracted the attention of everyone around me. Sad patients lit up and my colleagues smiled when they saw my balloon.

"Ah, look how pretty she is holding that balloon," I heard an older woman say.

"Mommy, can I get one?" a kid asked.

I turned my eyes to the direction of the child and found him with a cast around his leg.

He noticed me staring and simmered down.

I walked over to him. He had gray eyes and brown hair with a lot of freckles.

"How did you break your leg?" I asked.

"I fell off my bicycle," he replied as he looked at the cast.

"I know someone who also falls off his bicycle a lot," I said, "You'll be more careful next time, right?"

"Right!" He nodded positively.

"Good. Here," I handed him my balloon, "This is a lucky balloon. It gives me good luck. I'm sure it will help you heal faster."

He took the balloon and a smile spread across his face.

"Now what do you say?" His mother reminded him.

"Thank you, ma'am," he thanked me with a polite bow as well.

"You're welcome," I said as I got to my feet, "See you around."

"Byeee!" He bade me farewell.

I turned to leave, feeling much better after a good deed.

That was the first mistake. Maybe if I had held on to the balloon for a little bit longer, then my luck wouldn’t have changed.

When I opened my office door, I found Catherine and Sarah in each other's arms and mouths, stopping only to acknowledge my presence.

Sarah's cheeks turned bright red, but Catherine only smirked and held her in place.

"Remind me to lock this office if I ever go down on someone here," I said with a chuckle.

"You and Adam usually forget to lock the doors though," Catherine pointed out.

My cheeks turned red as I realized that both of us had been heard doing the deed multiple times and could have been walked in on.

"Well, at least no one saw us in the act," I shot back as I put my handbag down and got seated to sort through the files on my table. I didn’t have any appointments, but I needed to help some departments.

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