Page 11 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
“I’m sure you’ll manage,” I replied dryly. “Now go away. Believe it or not, you’re not the only high-maintenance doctor who’s getting sued at this hospital.”
“Who else is getting sued?” Aries asked, pretending he cared about gossip.
“None of your business. Just like your case is no one else’s business.”
He laughed, and it was so sexy. I almost smiled but reminded myself of how annoying he could be. So, instead of curving my lips into a smile, I frowned at him.
“You are dismissed,” I told him.
"Dismissed? Really?" he asked, clearly amused by my authoritative tone. His eyes flickered with something that looked like admiration mixed with challenge.
"Yes, dismissed," I repeated, trying to ignore the way his intense gaze made my skin warm. "Unless you have something else to add about the case?"
Aries stood up, towering over the conference table. "No, counselor. I think we're good for now." He gathered his papers and tucked them into his leather portfolio. "But don't think I'm going to forget how bossy you are."
"It's called being assertive, Dr. Yerba. A quality you seem to appreciate in the operating room but find offensive in a conference room."
"I never said it was offensive," he replied, his voice dropping to that deep register again. "Just... noteworthy."
With that, he turned and walked out of the conference room. It wasn’t until I heard the door click, leaving me alone, that I allowed myself to exhale and slump back in my chair. What the hell was happening to me? I'd dealt with plenty of arrogant doctors before—St. Ambrose was crawling with them—but none had ever gotten under my skin like Aries Yerba.
I gathered my things and forced myself to focus. This was ridiculous. I was a professional woman with a stellar career, not some hormone-addled teenager. Yet here I was, getting flustered over a man who probably flirted with everyone who crossed his path.
As I walked back to my office, I tried to analyze my reaction to Aries clinically, as if he were a case I was working on. The physical attraction was undeniable—the man was gorgeous, withhis broad shoulders, perfect smile, and those intense eyes that seemed to see right through me. But there was something else, something that made me both want to slap him and... well, do other things to him.
"How'd it go with Dr. Ego?" Leslie asked as I passed her desk.
"He's actually agreed to my strategy," I told her. "We're going to call their bluff.”
“He agreed to that? I’m surprised,” she countered.
“Not as surprised as I am.” I just knew that there was going to be a falling out from this, but that was a problem for another day. Maybe I’d have my shit together by then when facing Aries Yerba and will be better equipped at dealing with his shit.
Chapter 7
Aries
Iknew Skylar was surprised by the fact that I gave in to her request to do nothing. While I wanted to continue to disagree with her, I needed space from her alluring scent. She was driving me crazy, and not just with the way she believed she knew everything. Of course, that drove me completely insane, but it was the way I wanted to know if her skin felt as smooth as it looked, or if I nuzzled in her neck would the fragrance of her be even stronger, and I wanted to know what she tasted like right on that spot where her ear and neck connected. Would nibbling that the skin there make her shiver? Was she the type to be sensitive to touch?
Yup… that was why the fuck I had to get out of there.
Where the fuck was my scalpel!
I needed to focus on something that required precision, something that would clear my head of all thoughts of Skylar Wise and her intoxicating presence. Surgery was my sanctuary, the one place where everything made sense and I had complete control.
I changed into my scrubs and headed to the ER, hoping to catch an incoming trauma. When I got down the the emergency room, I felt like a surgical intern, prepared to fight my way into any trauma room that looked like there were broken bones. It was pathetic, I know, but the familiar ritual of scrubbing in, the sterile environment, and the weight of the scalpel in my hand was calling my name. If I didn’t add a surgery to my schedule, I knew the rest of my day would consist of nothing but Skylar Wise, and that wasn’t good. If I didn’t find anything to distract me, I would probably find my ass somewhere near her office, just trying to get another glimpse of her. Hell, just to have her scent brush against my nostrils would fulfill this confusing need within me.
Yeah, I couldn’t be this twisted up over a woman. That was’t my style. I had to put that out of my mind. A surgery would definitely do that. Cutting would center me.
Only, the ER was dry as fuck.
“Dr. Aries. What are you doing down here in the slums?” Dr. Sanders asked. He was a Black doctor, who was about five years younger than me. He hadn’t learned not to be an ass kisser yet, so I made sure to keep him at an arm’s length. I tried mentoring him when he first started at the hospital, but after realizing that he desperately needed the approval of others to feel worthy, I had to accept the fact that Dr. Sanders and I were not on the same level. He was still young, though. I held out hope that he would understand one day that he only needed to be good for himself.
“Surgeries were rescheduled for the day, but my schedule cleared earlier than expected. Was hoping I could get in on some traumas.”
“We’d love for you to hang around. There hasn’t been anything exciting come in yet today, but we have many patientswho are still waiting to be treated. What do you say? You want to brush up on some of those surgical intern skills?”
Fuck it! I’m bored as hell.
