Page 19 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

“Sarah, get me anything for lunch and leave it on my table,” I said to her.

“What’s going on?” she asked, “He said you don’t have to, so why insist?”

“It’s not going to end well, if I don’t pay him back,” I said as I followed behind him.

He went into his office and I followed him.

“You followed me?” he asked with a sigh, “I told you; you don’t need to bother about it. It was a mistake on your part.”

“I want to limit the number of mistakes I’ve made with you,” I said in a snarky manner.

He seemed pissed but he smiled, “I thought we had put the matter behind us.”

“It’s hard to forget,” I crossed my arms.

“Oh?” he raised a brow and walked towards me until my back was against the door. “Is that your way of saying you want it to happen?”

Yes.

Hold on, Crystal, this is a player we’re talking about. Yes, he’s irresistible. Yes, his lips seem to be inviting you.

Just resist it.

“Yes… Is that what you wanted me to say?” I asked as I crossed my arms, “Perhaps that would work with desperate girls who don’t know their worth. But with me, it’s a different story.”

He didn’t seem too pleased with my answer.

“Wonderful…” he said in a low whisper that made me shudder, “You’re absolutely wonderful.”

He walked away from me with a grin.

Didn’t that upset him?

“Don’t mind my approach. To be honest, I haven’t been able to get that first kiss out of my mind,” he said, “I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t want another kiss. If I had the opportunity to, I would do it again.”

The arrogance of this man.

“Well, you insist on cleaning my coat and scrub, right?” he asked as he took off the lab coat and placed it on the table.

I swallowed hard.

He took off the scrubs next and my jaw almost dropped.

Is this guy really in his forties?

His body was well-built. He had a defined chest, abs, and broad shoulders. I couldn’t help but wonder when he had the time to work out while being a fulltime medical doctor.

He walked over to me with the scrub and coat.

I maintained my composure as my eyes slowly trailed from his stomach and gradually moved my eyes upwards to his face.

“Is there something wrong, Dr. Richards?” he asked with a smirk.

“No, I was just wondering how you were able to maintain that figure, while working as a medical doctor,” I answered honestly as I took the coat and scrubs, “It’s strange. Most of the other doctors, me included, barely get time off. And when we do, it’s usually to rest. To think you’d use your authority to skip work…”

He smelled good. It wasn’t like all those other guys who had a weird BO attached to them. He smelled…manly, strong… it was making my head spin, and I held myself back from sniffing his neck.

“I’m honored that you thought about that,” he said with a smirk, “But I make sure I put in at least thirty workout minutes every day. I do not use my authority to skip work.”

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