Page 17 of Bad Medicine
I thought back to all the women I had fucked in my life—and there had been more than a few—and I couldn’t ever remember banging a doctor. There’d been several nurses, and I knew there were some business women, and for sure a lawyer or two. And there was that one woman who was a junior professor or some shit up at Harvard.
That was a wild weekend. Those buttoned-up East Coast chicks wenthardwhen they came to Vegas, man.
But I was pretty sure I had never had the pleasure of getting down with an anatomy expert. The possibilities seemed endless.
But, before I could get her to show me what she could do, I had to get her to stop lookin’ at me like she was about to remove my eyeballs from their sockets.
“I found it,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. It made the seams of the jacket strain over my shoulders and biceps, which would have annoyed me, but with the way Mia’s eyes widened, I wasn’t gonna be too mad.
“Some douche left it on the back of a chair in an empty room down the hall.”
“That’s not possible,” Mia stated, drawing her eyes back up to my face—with some effort, I couldn’t help but notice. “Dr. Edwards works up on the fourth floor. He’d have no reason to be in the ER right now, never mind leave his coat lying around.” Tapping her foot, Mia held out her hand expectantly. “Well? Give it to me. It’s a crime to impersonate a doctor, you know?”
“Doc,” I drawled, smirking at her. “Do I look like the kind of guy who likes to color inside the lines?” Not waiting for her to answer, I shrugged out of the too-tight coat, holding it out for her, but not quite far enough for her to reach.
No, I wanted Mia to come to me.
She hesitated for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed as she considered her options. Then, with another adorable frown, she took a step closer to me, reaching for the coat just as the door across the hall from us opened, a nurse rushing out, head down to hide her flushed cheeks. Mia and I both stared after her as she scurried by.
“She seem like she was misbehaving to you?” I asked absently, turning back to Mia, who still had her hand out for the coat.
But before she could answer, the door opened again, and a man stepped out, straightening his tie.
Catching sight of us, he jerked to a stop, his surprised expression quickly smoothing into a well-practiced smile, the kind I knew all too well.
“Mia,” he crooned, and I could feel my hackles going up. “Just the woman I was looking for.”
What the fuck was this smarmy bastard tryin’ to pull? There was no way Mia was gonna fall for that shit, right? Considering what he was just doing with that nurse in the darkened room?
“Dr. Edwards,” Mia replied, yanking the coat out of my hands. “I seem to have found your coat.”
“Oh,” he said, his eyebrows climbing up to his salt and pepper hairline. I bet that fucker paid a fortune for hair plugs; no way it was that thick and glossy naturally. Looking him over, I noticed everything about him was glossy, from his buffed up fingernails to his eyebrows, which actually looked like they had been waxed into submission.
Metrosexual prick.
“Thank you, Mia. I wasn’t aware I had misplaced it.”
Taking the coat from her, he slid it on, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how baggy it was in the arms, which earned me a sharp elbow to the ribs from Mia.
It also drew the attention of Dr. Douchebag. Shooting me a confused glare, he straightened, trying to match me for height, but at almost six-three, I had a good few inches on him.
Probably close to forty pounds of muscle, too.
Extending his hand, he still somehow managed to look down his nose at me when he said, “Dr. Elliott Edwards. Plastic surgeon. And you are?”
“Rocco Campanelli,” I replied, grabbing his hand and squeezing hard. “I’m no surgeon, but I have definitely rearranged a few faces in my time.”
“Right.” Dr. Douchebag removed his hand, and I smirked down at him as he tried to discretely shake some feeling back into his fingers.
Dismissing me entirely, he turned all his attention to Mia, looming over her, and I felt my anger stirring at the way she took an automatic step away from him.
“So, Mia,” he oozed. “I’d still love to take you to dinner. I’m free this evening.”
I couldn’t help it this time; I snorted out loud, causing them both to snap their eyes to me.
“What?” I shrugged, pulling a cigarette out of my coat pocket and placing it between my lips. I didn’t miss Mia’s disappointed frown, or the way it felt like she’d punched me in the ribs when she tossed it at me.
Shaking off the feeling, I pasted a smirk on my face and looked at them both.
