Grace Under Pressure

Chapter Three

My mobile had rung at least five times but I had stubbornly refused to answer it. I didn't even have to check the caller ID to know that it was Jordan who was calling. The woman was hell-bent on fixing me up with Dr. Cox... and it was so NOT happening. I'm not saying that the idea of dating my boss wasn't appealing because it was. I just valued my career (and sanity) too much to get involved in what could very well be nothing more than a fling with my best mate's ex-husband. Bloody hell, even thinking that felt creepy and wrong.

I had just settled down on the sofa with a glass of sweet iced tea (the American beverage had grown on me) and a bowl of pretzels to binge-watch The IT Crowd on Netflix when someone knocked on my apartment door.

Groaning in frustration, I set my glass on the coffee table, paused the telly, and dragged myself to the door. It was eight o' clock on a rare Friday night off for me. I wasn't pleased to be having visitors.

Pulling open the door, the tongue lashing I had been preparing to deliver to my uninvited 'guest' died on my lips. How in the hell did Dr. Mad McHotty know where I lived?

"Jordan gave me your address," Dr. Cox answered my unasked question. He was wearing a hockey jersey and jeans. He looked even better dressed in day clothes than he did dressed in his scrubs.

"What are you doing here, Dr. Cox?"

"I wanted to see if you would like to grab a drink with me?" He stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He smirked and nodded at my vest. "You know if Newbie or his husband ever see you wearing that, the Alan Rickman's daughter jokes will only get worse, right?"

Looking down, I rolled my eyes. My vest had the image of the depressed robot from the movie adaption of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy on it... a character that had been voiced by Alan Rickman.

"Good thing I wasn't planning on going out then," I said pointedly. "I could have told you that if you had bothered phoning before stopping by."

"I did... three times." He nodded. "You didn't answer."

"Normally, when people don't answer their phone it's because they don't want to be bothered."

"Can the British chill, Gracie-Face," Dr. Cox smirked again. "You already know that I like you and I already know that you like me."

"You know no such thing." I gently but firmly pushed him out the door.

"You know I'm not done with you, right?"

I slammed the door in his face. I was going to murder Jordan... slowly.