บททั้งหมดของ Paging Doctor Heartbreaker: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

“I see…” he trailed off.“I’m still thinking about it.”And suddenly, he was looking like he would not give her the coffee. “You were supposed to have an answer before I gave you coffee.”Irene wondered if a knee to the groin would take him down.“I’m off Friday. So, that’s good for me. We can go out early or late. I don’t care. I really can’t think straight without my coffee, Dr. Warren.”He grinned and finally pushed off the machine. “That’ll do for now.”“Thank you.” She moved to stand in front it. But after a moment of looking it over, she was more lost than before. The number of buttons on it was insane, unlike other coffee makers she had tackled. And he was correct—there were multiple drawers with different flavored packets inside.She began going through her options. “How do you work this contraption?”Brenden rolled his eyes, but clearly, he was teasing. “I assumed you could handle making a simple cup of coffee.”“This is the definition of complicated, Brenden.”He nudged her

“What are you wearing on your date tonight?” Talia asked.She called Irene after work and now Irene was standing in front of her closet in her underwear with her phone lodged between her ear and shoulder. She had been standing there for almost an hour. She hadn’t cared this much during her blind date.“It’s an outing. And I’ll probably wear jeans and a nice top. Why?” she asked casually.“I remember you have a pretty blue dress in the back of your closet. You could wear it. And it still has the tags on…”The dress in question was one she bought to wear to a conference with her ex-boyfriend Steve. However, she got food poisoning the day before and spent the night puking her guts out while Steve went ahead and lived it up with a bunch of assholes who didn’t even care to check in on her.He brought some soup back, which she couldn’t eat, but at least it was worth something.“It’s a little too dressy,” she protested as she lunged for the back of the closet to fish out said dress. She held

She followed him out of the restaurant and realized they were still holding hands. She pulled her hand away, unsure how she felt about it. About Brenden.He was a doctor. But most importantly, he was a man.Her last relationship had left her exhausted. The entire time, Steve cheated and they fought. She never knew the reason behind his discontentment. She didn’t know he had someone who made him happier than she could—that he had checked out of the relationship and was too much of a coward to tell her.She spent years committed and months drained. Now, she craved the freedom that came with being single. She liked the idea of going on dates and meeting new people. She wanted to do things without worrying about something getting jealous. Or worse, asking for their permission.She had just started enjoying being her own person and she wanted to figure out who she was. She didn’t want to see what she became with a man as a constant shadow.Yet here he was. Brenden. Good looking, smart, and

He responded by leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. And for a brief moment, her eyes widened and she tensed in alarm. The pressure was gentle at first. He barely captured her bottom lip between his before pulling away.And then his lips found hers again. And again. Her climbers crept up and twisted into his her. Her arm wrapped around his neck, the other over his shoulder, her body flush to his. He was warm and hard and perfect, and he tasted unlike anything she had experienced.She parted her lips, allowing his warm tongue to slide against her own, and her body trapped between his and the wall as she pushed backwards and was pinned.Breathing was suddenly unnecessary. She pulled him closer, wanting more. His hands slid from her neck, down to her sides, to her hips. Their kisses became frenzied.Passionate.He finally pulled back a fraction to catch his breath, but his lips never lingered more than an inch from her own. And just as quickly as they parted, they were kissing

“You’re not going to speak to me now?”Andy looked up at Irene from his chart. His face was a blank sheet. His eyes simply drifted back to the paper again.“I am speaking,” was his simple reply.“About Dr. Stone,” she pressed.“I have nothing to say about Dr. Stone.” His voice was calm but he angrily tapped his pen and Irene knew she had touched a nerve. She couldn’t figure out what the deal was. And the fact she hadn’t extracted a single piece of information on the issue was disappointing.“Rumor has it you are wearing the same scrubs as last night,” she goaded, digging for a reaction.The ward was calmer than usual and Irene was bored. What better entertainment could there be than getting a rise out of Andy?“Rumor also has it that ‘you’ sucked face with a doctor all night.” He stood up, triumphant in his words, and Irene blushed furiously.“Who told you that?” she demanded.“None of your business.” He walked away.“I’ll throw you under the bus, Andy,” she threatened. “And I’ll ensu