Page 13 of The Holidays with Dr. Mitchell
“That’s why I wear the lace ones,” Jace Stone said, walking into my office with the GQ fashion and charisma that made all the ladies in the hospital follow him around.
“I thought that was because you were thinking about switching teams,” Collin said, casually placing an ankle over his knee while Jace took the seat beside him.
“Meh, I’m kicking it around, but men might be too hairy for my taste, and after last night with Michelle Parker? Holy shit,”he said, prompting me and Collin to narrow our eyes at his cocky ass.
I smirked, needing this reprieve from my continual overthinking. My work was stressful enough—assessing patient charts, monitoring, performing procedures, and daily stuff that came along with being Chief of Cardiology—but the stress of losing a patient added on top of that always brought me to the brink.
“You know, when you kiss and tell, you’re giving yourself away. You may as well come out and say you’ve been in a dry spell for months, and you haven’t actually been laid in mind-blowing fashion, right?” I said, challenging the young doctor who started working with us at Saint John’s close to a year ago.
This eligible bachelor wore his cockiness on his sleeve. He also hadn’t yet learned that Collin and I thrived on giving each other hell; we enjoyed it even more when we got to turn it onto someone else who reminded us of who we were before we settled into our married lives and started having our own families.
“Nah, man. It’s true,” Jace contested.
“Well, it may have been mind-blowing for you, but I doubt it was for her,” Collin said.
“I guess you wouldn’t know,” Jace bantered back.
“Oh, we’d know whether you gave that girl the sexual experience you’re in here bragging about,” I added.
“I’m not even going to ask,” Jace answered, knowing he was walking into the shitshow circus, where Collin and I were proud ringleaders.
“You don’t need to because we’re going to tell you,” Collin continued. “You see, your sexy ass may have it on the operating table, kicking ass and proving to Jake he made an excellent decision to bring you on the team; however, your skills in the bedroom suck.”
Jace laughed as I did because of Collin’s fake sincerity, trying to sound like a professional sex therapist. I got up and closed my door because I wasn’t trying to get all of us reported to HR for trying to be funny when it was entirely inappropriate talk for the workplace. If I weren’t in such need of being elevated into a better mood, I would’ve told Collin to knock it off and save it for the bar, but I needed a good dose of stupidity. John had a band recital tonight, and since I’d already missed too many events, I didn’t want to miss this one too. I also didn’t want to show up in a lousy mood with a thundercloud over my head.
“Man, you haven’t been single for years. You probably forgot how to?—”
“You haven’t learned when to stop challenging Collin, have you?” I said, chuckling. “Walk away now, and you might still?—”
“Too late,” Collin interrupted, placing his hand on Jace’s shoulder and giving him a devious smile. “This dipfucker has bragged that he doesn’t suck in bed,” Collin looked at me, “and he thinks we believe him.”
“It was just a one-night hook-up,” Jace said. “And it doesn’t matter if you two dipshits think I was good or not, she did. Her moans and screams proved that.”
“You realize women fake that all the time, right?”
“Fake it?” he said with confusion.
“Uh, yeah,” Collin said.
“Well, yeah, but why?”
“Why? Because your dick is too small and wasn’t doing anything for her,” Collin said. “Or maybe you were a selfish bastard trying to get off. Women have a sixth sense, you know? They’ll fake it so you can’t hold back. Then, after you lose your load, she can go home, shower, and wash the disgusting feeling ofyouoff her.”
“Uh,” Jace muttered, looking like he was recalling the night’s events, analyzing all his moves, and wondering if Collin was right.
I couldn’t refrain from laughing for busting this player’s balls and knocking his ego down several notches.
“Yep,” Collin nodded, keeping Jace’s paranoia going. “And the reason Jake and I know you sucked is because the receptionists aren’t hunting you down to tell you that a woman is harassing them, asking questions about your schedule, demanding to know where you’re at, and that kind of thing.”
“Oh, God,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Your logic is that I sucked in bed because Michelle isn’t hunting me down?”
“It’s very telling, man,” Collin shrugged. “You suck in bed. We don’t.”
“This is fucked up,” Jace laughed, yet it was apparent he was second-guessing whether he was good in bed.
“It’s not easy when the one thing you pride yourself on proves to be a failure,” I teased. “But thank God you’re an amazing surgeon because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t be able to use your profession to snag unsuspecting minxes like this Michelle character.”
“I feel like my job here is done,” Collin said, standing up. He looked at Jace, “Next time? I want to see a crazy chick in this office begging for your attention and pissed off about the false promises you made her in bed, or you might as well give it all up.”
