Page 4 of Doctor I Do

A pained expression hits her face, and I read her lips. “What is wrong with me today?”

Her face is crimson, and she keeps it down and walks fast in the right direction. I turn and dump the box in the nearest bin and set out to get us drinks and food.

As I go to order her a cookie, I scan the different flavors, wondering which one she likes.

I peer over my shoulder catching sight of her. As if feeling my eyes on her she glances back. Our eyes hold momentarily before she turns and disappears into the bathroom. I stare dumbfounded at the door she just entered. My body is excited by her. And I’ve never been exhilarated by a woman. That revelation leaves me pondering. Who is Tahlia Adams other than beautiful?

Chapter 2

Tahlia

I’m so damn embarrassed, and I can’t shake it. As I scrub my soiled top with hand soap and water, trying to get the blue icing out, I mutter to myself about how ditzy I seemed in front of Alex. When I saw him come out of the elevator, I was so shocked at the sight of him.

In my defense, it’s the first time I’ve seen him in scrubs. He looked so sexy with the navy material hugging his broad chest that I fumbled and tipped the box.

He seems to unravel me unintentionally, but I need to remember he’s eight years older, a playboy, and my friend’s brother-in-law.

My mind goes back to the first time I met Alex, over a year and a half ago. I was on a night out with my friends at a club called Luxe, and he was dancing with Alice when I interrupted to tell her I wanted to leave. But as my eyes held Alex’s bright blues, something inside of my chest jolted. And it happened again today.

That has to be why I’m clumsy and flustered today. It can’t be the way his tall frame looked stupidly handsome.

His eyes framed beneath dark brows, brown hair tousled to perfection, his sharp jawline dusted with scruff, and when I dragged my gaze up to his throat. I froze. Even that part of him is sexy. How weird is that for me to think? But it is. When he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed, and I imagine for a second me leaning over to lick it…yeah, like I said, I’m losing my mind.

I don’t like him, not like that, and I definitely couldn’t fall for him.

I huff, annoyed that I can’t stop thinking about him. I’ve already spent too long in here, so I give up when there’s only a tiny bit of blue left and move to the hand dryer. Quickly, I dry it as much as I can, so I don’t go out in a see-through top. I think I’ve managed to make a fool out of myself enough in front of Alex.

After I take a deep breath to calm the swarm of nerves in my belly, I head back out to find Alex.

I tell myself not to change subjects if he wants to discuss my job or college this time. I can talk about it. I chose this path. So, I shouldn’t be embarrassed that I had no idea what I wanted to do when I finished school. Therefore, I studied what my parents wanted me to. But it didn’t last long. I quit college after 2 years. I wanted to choose my future. Not have them tell me what to do. That’s how I found myself working in a coffee house.

Recently, my grandfather passed, leaving me, a stake in the family business. But the condition to receive the inheritance isn’t conceivable.

It isn’t long before I spot him in the crowd of tables and walk up to him with a smile. I can’t help but chuckle at the piles littered all over the table. Staring down at all the bags and bags of cookies, I tease him. “Are you hungry? I thought doctors ate healthily.”

His face morphs with amusement, and he gives me one of his signature smirks that makes every woman drool. And I can’t lie. I’m one of them, but I quickly push it away.

“I do. But, ah, I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I, um, ordered them all.” His gaze drops and he looks around, as if embarrassed. It’s such an odd look for such a confident man.

My mouth slacks and my heart thumps harder. He ordered me every flavor because he didn’t know what I’d like.

Who does that?

He does, apparently.

My mouth opens, then closes, and I finally find my voice. “Wow, thanks. That's so kind of you,” I say quietly and drag out a chair to sit. I’m in a state of shock. I can’t remember the last time a man was nice to me. Especially one as hot as Alex.

“So, what is it?” he asks.

I glance up at him, still in la-la land, thinking about his sweet gesture.

“What's your favorite flavor?”

Ah, what type of cookie I like.

I answer with ease. “Chocolate chip.”

He snaps his fingers and leans back into the chair. “I was gonna guess that.”

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