Page 45 of Dr. Intern

“Stop it,” I seethe, trying to signal our waiter so I can order a drink. I’m going to need it tonight with these two.

The waiter appears, and I hastily order a frozen margarita, hoping the icy concoction will cool the heat rising in my cheeks. As he walks away, Morgan leans in, her eyes sparkling with pride.

“Seriously, Claire, you need to give yourself credit. You have the hottest bod,” she insists.

Cassidy nods in agreement, her smirk widening. “She’s right. You should embrace it. If I had legs like that I would walk around naked all day.”

I sigh, realizing there’s no escaping this conversation. “Thank you for the compliments. Can we please move on now?”

Morgan raises an eyebrow. “Not until you admit that you look banging.”

I roll my eyes, but there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. “Fine, I look good,” I concede. “You should have seen Beau’s face when I walked out of the apartment. I thought he was going to have a heart attack.”

Cassidy laughs, taking a sip of her margarita before she replies, “He’s a good ol’ southern boy. What do you expect?”

“Yeah,” Morgan agrees as she plunges a chip into the salsa at the center of the table. “He’s the kind of guy that would totally tip his hat at you in a bar.”

I accept my drink from the waiter, trying to think of anything other than Beau and his charm.

“Hola, ladies. My name is Miguel, and I’ll be taking care of you,” the waiter says as he leans against our table. He looks to be about my age, with thick dark hair and a freshly shaven face that shows off his round jaw. His brown eyes sparkle as he stares directly at me and asks, “What can I do for you this evening?”

I drop my eyes to my drink and take a massive sip, suddenly feeling like a bug under a microscope.

Fortunately, Morgan steps in and says, “Keep the drinks coming, Miguel. Also, bring us a queso and guac, por favor.”

“No problem, señorita,” he replies, winking at her playfully. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Once the waiter is gone, Morgan starts giggling as she sucks up the rest of her first drink. “He is totally into you.”

“Is not.”

Cass chimes in, “For sure he is. And can you blame him? Look at you!”

Oh lord—we’re back to this again.

“He winked at Morgan too, you idiot,” I counter, deciding to chug the rest of my drink.

“Everyone winks at me,” Morgan states matter-of-factly, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder. “And can you blame them? I’m a hot piece of ass.”

Cassidy snorts, shaking her head. “You’re a piece of something. That’s for sure.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Cass.”

“Oh yes, Morg. I’m so jealous of you going out every night and ending up in different men’s beds,” Cassidy says, sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

“It sounds kinda fun,” I admit.

I’ve never really explored the sexual side of myself, but what better time than now? How will I ever know what I like, and don’t like, without dating?

Cass sneers, looking directly at Morgan. “It sounds like a way to get gonorrhea.”

We all burst out laughing as our waiter returns with appetizers and fresh drinks. As he passes them out across the table, another man who looks to be in his mid-thirties with a full beard comes up behind him with a tray of five shot glasses.

“Shots on the house for the most beautiful ladies in the restaurant,” the bearded man says with a charming smile as he nudges his friend. Our waiter offers an apologetic shrug and starts passing out the shots as Morgan and Cassidy exchange excited glances.

“What should we toast to?” Morgan asks, licking the back of her hand and pouring salt on it. She’s definitely in her element here and passes me the salt shaker, indicating that I should mimic her action.

“To tequila,” our waiter says, lifting his glass to the middle of the table.

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