Susanna sighed as she looked in her wardrobe. She hated parties, most especially parties that involved crowds. It might be because she was not used to attending parties. But she was a worker there and so she has to be there.
She looked at her wall clock.
It was 7pm.
And the party was expected to kick off by 8pm.
And since Susanne will be going to this party, she had to carry Hannah along. She picked up a dress and went in to change, leaving Hannah in the bedroom who was asleep.
After putting on the dress she had picked she sat on her dressing table, wanting to do something with her hair. And then she was done.
Her normally long swirly blonde hair was intricately packed and styled so wonderfully on top of her head in great curls, each one as stiff as day old pasta.
She positioned herself in front of the bureau mirror and took inventory. Makeup was minimal, reserved to a sweep of mascara. Lips could use some gloss. I licked my bott
RainierâDr. Carver, can I have a minute?â I try to catch up to Amelia as she walks down the corridor.She doesnât stop for a second or even slow down.I stop, put my hands on my hips and speak louder. âDr. Carver, donât make me pull rank, because I will.âThat makes her stop in her tracks.Thatâs right. Just because I wear a lab coat, people often think Iâm just another doctor and forget that I also own the hospital. I donât mind, but when I mean business, I will not be ignored.Amelia sighs and turns aroun
EllisWho does Rainier think he is?I ask myself the question as I tack a smiling reindeer to my bedroom door, replacing the sunflowers.I know heâs an esteemed neurosurgeon whoâs been in practice for several years now. I know heâs my boss and the owner of the hospital I work in. I know I slept with him. That doesnât mean he knows me, though, and that definitely doesnât give him the right to say I donât deserve to be a doctor.I let out a deep breath.Fine. Maybe I shouldnât have said the same thing to him. I didnât mean it anyway. I was just so upset that even though heâs so rich, he wonât do a pro bono surgery on one patient. Heâs alr
RainierâTom.â I hold my friendâs gaze. âEverythingâs fine. I was just trying to explain to Smithson here why I kicked her off my service today.âI glance at Ellis, who lets go of my arm and says nothing.âIs that so?â Tom crosses his arms over his chest. âCare to share that reason with me?ââSure. Her mind just seems elsewhere today. Thatâs all.âTom looks at Ellis. âWell, given the fact that you gave that poor man in the ER four stitches too many, I have to agree. Is something wrong, Smithson? Youâve been doing well until today.ââIâm fine, Chief,â Ellis answers, though without much confidence.Tom sighs. âWell, at any rate, you know attending physicians have the right to kick interns and even residents off their service. Although I do encourage them to provide their subordinates with plenty of chances for learning, even second chances, con
EllisRainier?I stare at him with eyebrows arched. My arms hang at my sides. I feel like all the blood has been drained from my face, from my limbs, from my whole body, all rushing to my heart, which feels like itâs about to explode from my chest at any second.It is Rainier. Those dark brown eyes are the same pools of melted chocolate I gazed into in between the most incredible kisses Iâve ever had. Those jet black curls are the same ones I tugged on while he⌠well, I donât want to remember that right now.My point is, itâs Rainier, the same man I had Thanksgiving dinner and even more delicious sex with, except now he looks like a doctor, with the white coat and the black scrubs underneath. Does this meanâŚ?âSmithson,â Dr. Carverâs voice jolts me out of my near panic attack. âShould I order a crash cart?ââN-no.âShe sighs. âI know Dr. Knight is a gorgeous male
RainierAs soon as we step inside Ellisâs apartment, I place my hand on the back of her head and press my lips against hers. Iâve already taken off my coat in the elevator, so now I just let it fall to the floor.I pull her bonnet off. My fingers get lost in her hair and clutch a few tendrils as my lips crash down on hers over and over. Her hands grip my scarf and the frame of her glasses bumps against my nose as she kisses me back. The moan that escapes her throat echoes in my crotch.Itâs not the best lip lock. Itâs clumsy, like how she flirted with me. Messy. The edges of her teeth graze against my lower lip. Ellis clearly hasnât had much practice. Either that or sheâs lacking finesse because of that half glass of wine. Or maybe itâs just nerves. She certainly seemed to have them on the way here. At any rate, I
âIâll do it,â I tell her. âIâll sing for you.âHer eyes grow wide. âYou can sing?âI nod. âWhat song is it?âââWhat Child Is This?'â she answers.âI know it.âI probably know every Christmas song by heart.âYouâll bring her to the hospital?â I ask Mr. Piercing Dark Eyes.âSure,â he answers.I leave the caroler to him and make my way up the platform. The other carolers seem surprised to see me, but they turn their faces forward and continue singing. I sing along. When the opening notes of âWhat Child Is This?â start to play, I brace myself and start to sing as best as I can. I havenât sung in public in a while, but thankfully, I still remember the lessons I learned when I was in the choir back in middle school. I just square my shoulders, tuck my stomach in, and open my mouth. My voice rings through the air, and after I hit the first few notes, the rest goes smoothly.When Iâm done singing, I hear applause but I donât have time to
EllisâHappy Thanksgiving, Smithson.âDr. Amelia Carverâs voice jars me out of my step-by-step recollection of the tonsillectomy I scrubbed in on just a few hours ago.I canât help it. Since the first moment I stepped inside an OR, my mind has been stuck there, and until Iâm actually spending most of my time there, it will be. Itâs like when youâre watching a TV series one episode at a time. You keep thinking about the last one and wondering what will happen in the next. On the other hand, if you binge watch, thereâs no room for anxiety, just anticipation. You just keep going from one episode to another, getting lost in the flow until time has passed you by.God, I canât wait to binge on surgeries, but right now, Iâm just an intern, so I have to take what scraps off the table I can get and try not to piss off any of the resident
SYNOPSISA hot neurosurgeon for a cold Christmas party.Sounds like a perfect fake date, right?Wrong.I'm hisintern.I knew it was wrong to spread my legs for him.But I did it anyway.I was supposed to hand him scalpels.Instead, I handed him my V-card on a silver platter.It should've been a one-time thing.Except that now, I want more.I want to pretend to be his fiancee.Take him to that fancy party.A party where secrets will come out.Mine will too.A secret that I'm carrying in my belly...His little surprise gift.NB; IT does not in any way continue to THE HANDSIME MEDICAL DOCTOR. I want to make this a doctors romance series.Hope you like this second book!
He was happy when he had heard that she was coming back the next day. He smiled as he saw Hannah gleaming with joy. She was sure happy to see her mother again.He took her out and they did some shopping together, Hannah choosing what she wanted to give to her mother. Well most of them were chocolates, ice cream and cakes.Just when they were done with shopping, Mike spotted a very beautiful ring just at a jewellery shop.It seemed more like a diamond and a sapphire joined together. It contains two interlocking rows of channel-set diamonds and gorgeous sapphires. The sapphire has a strong intense shade of bright blue that exhibit great brilliance and wonderful sparkle. One elegant row contains sixteen full cut diamonds totaling approximately twenty-five carats.It will look so beautiful on Susanna's finger. Especially now that he had planned to get all serious after she has come back from wherever she went to. It was the only way to keep her a