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Chapter 1 – The Dating Intervention

BethI stare at the spreadsheet glowing on my laptop screen, the words Quarterly Campaign Overview blurring into nonsense. The only other light in my apartment is the faint city glow filtering through the curtains and the blinking cursor that mocks me for still working at nine-thirty on a Friday night.A knock jolts me. Then comes Rachel’s voice—bright, bossy, impossible to ignore.“Open up, workaholic! I come bearing sushi and salvation!”I groan but can’t help smiling. I save the deck, shove my hair into a knot, and shuffle to the door.Rachel breezes in like she owns the place, a human caffeine shot in ripped jeans and copper space buns.Unless I’m in my usual five-inch heels for work, she towers over me at five foot eight. Sometimes I’m jealous of her height. Tall people have it way easier in life.She drops a bag that smells heavenly onto my counter.“All right, short stuff, you’ve officially spent too many Friday nights alone with PowerPoint,” she declares. “Tragic. We’re stagin

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Chapter 2 – Breadsticks and Brazilians

BethI walk out of the clinic feeling equal parts confused and… aroused.Which is not the vibe you want leaving your gynecologist’s office.The sun is too bright, the air too smugly normal, and I’m standing in the parking lot re-evaluating every life choice that led me here. Was it the nurse’s polite small talk? The paper gown? The fact that my new doctor looks like he could read me bedtime stories in that voice and I’d still find it erotic?My phone buzzes just as I’m about to spiral. Rachel.Of course. She has an uncanny sixth sense for my chaos—like a bat that only detects bad decisions.“Hey, girl, ready for lunch?” she chirps before I can even mutter a hello.“Yeah, I literally just walked out of the doctor’s office.”“Oh right, how was the new ‘lady-town’ doc? She ok?”“Well, she… is a he.”“A what?!”“I’ll tell you about it at lunch. Antonio’s in ten?”“I’ll be there in five.”Antonio’s smells like garlic, warm bread, and safety. It’s our spot—half Italian restaurant, half ther

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Chapter 3 – The Doctor Will See You Now

Dr. ColeWeekday mornings always started the same.Chart reviews. Intake notes. A lukewarm coffee I never finished. I liked the rhythm of routine. The predictability. Every patient was a variable, sure—but the steps? The process? Reliable. Methodical.I didn’t expect her.I glanced at the chart in my hand. Monroe, Elizabeth. 28. New patient. I knocked twice, then stepped into the exam room. “Good morning. I’m Dr. Stacy Cole.”She looked up—and I stopped. Not visibly. Not enough for her to notice.But I felt it. That hitch in the center of my chest. The one that didn’t come from her chart or the sterile lighting or the folded paper gown she was wearing like armor. It came from her.She was stunning. Long brunette hair pulled up, flushed cheeks, a nervous but composed expression. A hint of sharpness in her eyes—hazel, I thought—that told me she was used to holding her own. Her lips parted slightly in surprise.“You’re Stacy?”I offered a polite smile. “I am.”Her voice lifted, an octav

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Chapter 4 – Meetings, Midday Stirrups, and Takeout Kisses

BethWednesday, 9:06 a.m.The conference room smells like burnt coffee and panic.Our brand-new mega-client is halfway through explaining how they want a complete go-to-market campaign in half the time it takes normal people to form a thought. My pen is already three bullet points ahead, my smile is weaponized, and my calendar is quietly screaming.“Ambitious timeline,” I say pleasantly, which is marketing for Are you unwell? “We can make it work if we lock creative this week and keep approvals tight.”They nod, relieved. Meanwhile, I’m mentally Tetris-ing deliverables while praying my deodorant is doing God’s work.By 10:58, we land on milestones I can almost believe. At 11:01 I’m packing my laptop with the speed of a raccoon stealing a sandwich, because I booked my lunch break for something wildly glamorous: a second pelvic exam in the same week.Because apparently, my vagina is the overachiever now.Dr. Cole called yesterday—him, not a nurse—to say my pap was inconclusive and he wa

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Chapter 5 – Aftercare

Dr. ColeThe door clicked shut behind Elizabeth Monroe, and I immediately sank into my office chair, elbows on my knees, head in my hands.“What the hell was that?” I muttered into the silence.I’d just cleaned her up. Not just wiped away the excess lubricant like it was a standard procedure—which, to be fair, it sometimes was when a nurse was present. But no. I’d done it gently. Tenderly, even. Like she was something fragile and precious and not a routine patient in a paper gown.I scrubbed my hands over my face.Unprofessional.Too intimate.Absolutely not okay.I’d been practicing medicine for over twenty years. I’d performed that exact same exam more times than I could count, and I had never once done what I just did. I’d also never once had to remind myself that a patient was off-limits because my brain was too busy cataloging the curve of her waist and the small sigh she made when she exhaled.Or the way she tensed when I—I stood up too fast and paced to the counter, bracing my

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Chapter 6 – Triple Shot Confusion

BethThe studio smelled like coffee, nerves, and victory.By the time I glanced at the clock, we were already behind—but barely. Which, for a Friday, counted as a miracle.Shooting started just after eleven, giving us enough time to wrangle lighting, prep the models, and let Rachel work her lens magic. She was already halfway to iconic mode, barking out commands between sips of iced espresso and scaring the interns into excellence. I loved her for it.Not to mention the fact that I’d somehow pulled this shoot together in 48 hours—venue booked, product shipped, hair and makeup confirmed—because my best friend happened to be a genius with a camera and a goddess with a clipboard.I was running on fumes but the set was humming. And we were pulling it off.“Okay, now tilt the bottle a little—yes! Light from the left,” Rachel called, crouched low behind the camera. “I want that sparkle to scream artisanal hygiene.”I adjusted a reflector, then gave her a thumbs up. She winked and clicked th

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Chapter 7 – Tequila, Trouble, and a Rabbit Mask

BethBy the time I wrapped the campaign, it was a week later and my shoulders ached like I’d been hauling bricks, not branding toothpaste. I’d approved final edits, sent off polished image assets, triple-checked copy, and hit “send” on the client deliverables with a sigh that rattled my spine.Now, finally, I was free.I flopped back on the couch, one sock half-off, phone in hand.Fuck it, it’s Friday. Celebrate. You earned it. Drinks, dessert, a little tongue action if the universe is kind.I tapped Tommy’s contact and hit call.“Hey, beautiful,” his voice answered, smooth and warm. “Perfect timing.”“You busy?”“Just landed. I’m in L.A. for the night—had to finalize a deal. Up-and-coming tight end, plays like a tank, talks like a monk.”“Oh.” I sat up. “Didn’t know you were leaving town.”“I didn’t want to distract you—you’ve been in war zone mode.”“You’re not wrong.” I smiled. “But I was hoping to celebrate. I finally finished it.”“Wish I could be there. How about tomorrow night?

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Chapter 8 – Smoke and Mirrors

Dr. ColeThe charts are supposed to calm me.Stacked neatly on my desk, patient histories, lab slips, and scribbled notes—order in paper form. Normally I like the ritual of working through them at home, a glass of scotch at my elbow, my dog‑eared pharmacology texts within reach.Tonight, it’s not working.Because wedged between two folders is the biohazard bag.I don’t even realize it until I lift the next chart and the plastic crackles, the little red symbol staring up at me like an accusation.For a heartbeat I just sit there, staring at it.Then I peel it open.The pantyhose slide out into my hands, soft and sheer, still holding the faint shape of legs. Her legs.Elizabeth Monroe.Miss Monroe.I roll them between my fingers without thinking. The fabric is weightless, like smoke. My chest tightens.Do they still smell like her?I bring one leg to my nose, quick and almost innocent. Just a trace of perfume, soap, and something warmer I can’t quite name.My pulse stutters.I know what

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Chapter 9 – Almost Perfect

BethMy phone buzzes on the bathroom counter.Tommy: Be there in 15.I exhale slowly, giving myself one last once-over in the mirror.The dress hugs me like it was sewn straight onto my skin—deep royal blue with a satin sheen that catches the light every time I move. Spaghetti straps, sculpted bodice, and a dramatic flounce hem that makes my legs look longer than they are. I’d bought it months ago, thinking maybe one day I’d have somewhere to wear it. “One day” finally showed up. My heels are strappy, black, and glittering. A little too tall for comfort, but tonight’s not about comfort. It’s about confidence. Celebration. Maybe even letting someone in.My hair falls in soft waves past my shoulders, and I’ve gone full glam with the makeup—just smoky enough to feel bold without looking like I’m trying too hard. Rachel would be proud.There’s a knock at the door, crisp and punctual.I open the door and Tommy is standing there, looking unfairly handsome in a navy button-down with the sle

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Chapter 10 – The Pitch Meeting

Dr. ColeThe walls of the conference room were the usual blend of modern corporate chic—glass, brushed steel, and just enough accent lighting to suggest innovation without warmth. I’d already tuned out most of the artwork, focused instead on the numbers and mockups laid out across the sleek table.The director of marketing, a man named Brian Keller, was doing his best to sell me on synergy, audience segmentation, and cross-platform visibility. All important—sure—but I wasn’t here to be dazzled by jargon. I was here to find the right team. A group who understood the brand my clinics represented. Not just clean lines and pastel logos, but trust. Discretion. Aesthetic comfort with clinical precision.“We’ve got a few high-profile health and wellness campaigns under our belt already,” Keller said, flipping to another slide on the tablet. “But I think this one deserves a personal touch. I’d like to bring in one of our senior execs—she’s our top creative, and fast. She tends to get ideas th

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