At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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Ava walks in front of me, and I'm unable to read her. She doesn't say a word as we stand awkwardly in the elevator. Nor does she look at me.
Perhaps she's finally ready to forgive me? Maybe she's going to deliver her verdict.
We walk into her practice and it's quiet. I love the decor. There's a strong Japanese theme, with sumi-e artwork hanging in the main reception and lining the passage.
There's a handsome guy manning the reception area. He's well dressed, wearing a navy blue shirt, tan tie and brown waistcoat. His thick, curly hair is groomed to a short buzzcut on the sides, enhancing a strong jawline, and a flawless set of pearly whites contrasting against his mocha skin.
I have a twinge of jealousy that someone this good looking works in such close proximity to Ava, but the second his eyes shuttle between mine and Ava's, and back to mine, my gaydar pings.
"Dr. King," he smiles, and I get the feeling he seldom calls her that when patients aren't around, "how was your surgery this morning?"
"Good, thanks. Sebastian, this is James, Mr. Ellis's son."
Sebastian leans over flirtatiously, grasping my hand, "My pleasure, Master Ellis."
"Ok, keep your panties on," Ava retorts.
Sebastian and I both laugh. "Can you blame me, Ava?" He snickers. "This man is all sorts of fine."
"Stop soliciting my patient's family members." She trills as she unlocks the door to her office. "Any issues with rescheduling this morning's patients?"
"None. They've all been scheduled for later today, starting at noon, most have already checked in for X-Rays. All surgeries for tomorrow are confirmed, OR's booked and your preferred teams set up." Sebastian says proudly.
"That's why I keep you around," she winks at him and keeps the door open for me. "You can take a break... now. We're going to have a busier than usual Monday afternoon."
That means Ava rescheduled her entire diary to fit my dad in. I'm beyond grateful.
Ava closes the door behind us, and before I can thank her for her for going out of her way to accommodate my dad, she shoves me against the door.
Her lips meet mine and she forces her tongue into my mouth desperately, while feeling around for the belt around my jeans.
"Ava—" I muffle between her onslaught. "What the fuck?" Pulling her off me, gripping at her wrists, tightly.
