Page 43 of Dr. Intern

We had the time of our lives and each dressed as our favorite Taylor Swift album. I chose Red and wore a red leather mini skirt that couldn’t have cost more than twenty dollars on the internet. It was intended for one-time wear—hence the name.

“It’s perfect! Put on a bodysuit with black thigh-high boots, and get your ass over to the restaurant,” Cass demands as I crouch down in my closet, looking for the skirt.She’s just as stubborn as me, so I know that she’s not going to let this idea go until I concede.

“Look at you,” I say, spotting the red faux leather in the corner of the closet. “A true fashionista.”

“I learned from the best.”

My sister-in-law is buttering me up, and it’s working.

I huff a dramatic exhale. “Fine, I’ll see you guys soon.”

By the time I get dressed and leave my room, I’m already ten minutes late.

Beau is lounging on the couch with his charmingly crooked nose in some textbook. He’s sipping a Budweiser and his black workout shorts are bunched around his thighs. They practically cling to the bulging muscle and offer a slight peek at his dark briefs beneath. A heather gray T-shirt hugs his torso, somehow accentuating the definition in his arms despite his relaxed position.

It took me an hour to straighten my hair and put on my makeup to the point that I was relatively happy, and he looks like that without even trying? Being a woman is so unfair.

I cough to get his attention as I pause in the kitchen. “Hey, so I can leave Frosty in my room and close the door if you want. Don’t want you getting eaten while I’m gone.”

Beau glances up from his book, his caramel eyes meeting mine momentarily before slowly drifting over my body.

I shift my feet, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze despite the warm tingle that I get from his attention. I’m wearing the exact outfit that Cassidy suggested, and while I suspected he would be affected by it because of how different it is from my usual outfits, I didn’t expect this reaction.

Instead of flirting like normal, he looks pissed.

“No,” Beau snaps, narrowing his gaze on me.

“No, you don’t want me to leave Frosty in my room?” I frown, trying to figure out what he means. “Or no, you don’t want him around you?”

A muscle in Beau’s jaw ripples as his eyes drop to my legs. “No, you’re not going out wearing that.”

His response catches me off guard, and I let out a hesitant giggle. “You can’t be serious,” I reply, studying his face.

His molten gaze sharpens as it lands on mine once more. He looks pissed. “Dead serious. It’s not appropriate.”

I cross my arms, more amused than annoyed. “Appropriate for what? I’m just grabbing dinner with friends.”

“What friends?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I tease, knowing I’m baiting him. “Though I still don’t understand what you mean. I think I look good.”

I do a twirl, purposely shimmying my ass as I spin around.

“You know exactly what I mean, Claire.“ There’s a challenge in his tone, and I can’t help but grin.

Is it wrong to admit that he’s hot when he’s mad? He’s such a carefree guy but the way his arms are crossed right now makes a sharp pang of lust hit my core. The fact that he’s so worked up over an outfit makes me wonder if he’s having regrets over not taking things further with us.

Good.

He should have regrets.

I raise an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “I’m just wearing what Cass suggested. It’s not a big deal.”

Beau sets his beer down. “It doesn’t matter who suggested the outfit. You’re not going out in that. Period.”

“Oh god,” I sigh as I grab my keys from the counter. “Did you learn this alpha-hole stuff from my brother? Because he’s really not the person you want to be emulating.”

“Your brother would freak if he saw you in that,” he counters, his voice raising slightly. “There’s barely any fabric.”

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