Page 48 of Egotistical Jerk
She pulled her lips into a thin line; her nostrils flaring with the audible breath she was taking.
"No, I'm not okay," she screeched. "You are dating your damn attending and I—your friend—am the last to know."
"Shh," I hissed. Lunging forward, I took a hold of her elbow and led her away from the throng of people lining up. "Will you keep your voice down? Geesh."
"Soit istrue?" Her voice found a new octave while her eyes widened to their max.
Leaning closer to her, I whisper-shouted, "Yes, it is. Can we please go sit somewhere where there are fewer people? I don't want the entire hospital knowing my business."
"They already do," she deadpanned.
When I just stared at her with my eyebrows raised, she rolled her eyes so dramatically, she could give a teenager a run for their money.
"Okay, fine!" She even looked like one with her shoulders slumped and feet dragging as we made our way to the most isolated table—the same one Sebastian and I had sat at a few days prior.
"I want to know everything," she demanded the moment my butt landed on the seat.
"I thought you already did."
This time I couldn't hide my smile, and judging by the way her lips were twitching, neither could she.
"There's not much to tell," I said honestly. "He yelled at me. I yelled at him. We kissed. And now here we are." Shrugging, I raised my palms toward the ceiling.
"Wow, you're such a great storyteller."
Each word dripped sarcasm. Pursing her lips and blinking slowly, her expectant stare met mine.
I took a long swallow of caffeine and winked at her over the rim of my cup. "I know, right? I think I missed my calling."
"Biatch."
"You know you love me." Grinning, I gave her my best interpretation of Elizabeth's puppy dog eyes.
"Ugh," she sighed. "I do." Leaning back in her chair, Ginny crossed her arms in front of her. "So… you and Dr. Stormy, huh?" She cocked her head to the side, seemingly lost in thought. I was about to snap my fingers to gain her attention when she blurted out, "Is he as bossy in bed as he is here?"
"Ginny," I groaned.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Boundaries and all that jazz," she said, sighing heavily. "You should have told me, though. Not the bedroom stuff. But you two being together. We're friends after all."
That made me feel a little bad. In my defense, I wasn't used to having friends. It'd always just been easier to focus on my studies. I scrunched my nose.
"I'm sorry. Everything happened so fast. I'm still getting used to this new normal. And in all honesty, I wanted to keep it quiet because I'm afraid of what people will say. I've been here a little over a month and already I'm sleeping with my boss."
Ginny shook her head, but I saw the understanding in her eyes. "Screw what people think, Mia. The only person you should be concerned with is yourself. You and Sebastian aren't doing anything wrong. Besides, people will always find something to talk about."
"Yeah. I know. It's just—" before I could finish my sentence, my phone buzzed against my leg. I leaned to the side, shifting all my weight to my right, and fished out the device. My heart made a little dip when I saw Newlife's number flashing on the screen.
It'd been a few days since Dr. Shaw's first call, and I was hoping I'd have more time to decide. Giving Ginny an apologetic look, I held up my phone.
"I have to take this. Be right back."
Pushing to my feet, I put a little distance between Ginny and myself before swiping the green button and pressing the device against my ear.
"Dr. Phillips speaking."
My heart raced a mile a minute.
"This is Dr. Shaw. Tell me, do you have an answer for me?"
