Page 182 of The Doctors Will See You Now

But he didn’t need to fucking know that.

“Nope,” I lied. “I had the delivery guy reroute them to the dumpster behind the building.”

“You know what’s crazy?”

“What?”

“I just got off the phone with Tim, the delivery guy, and he said you accepted the delivery.”

Fucking Tim.

Wait…how did he know the delivery guy’s name?

I raised a skeptical brow. Something was fishy about this scenario, and it wasn’t the fucking pancakes. “How in the hell do you know the delivery guy?”

“He’s actually one of the techs in the ER,” he explained. “I gave him some extra cash to act like a delivery guy.”

“What the hell?” I all but shouted. “He even had a fucking iPad and made me sign for the goddamn pancakes.”

Tim was a total con man and almost as big of an asshole as Scott.

Too bad you don’t really think Scott’s an asshole…

Ugh. Stop with the friendly thoughts!

Scott chuckled softly in response, but he didn’t say anything further about Tim the Trickster. “Take a bite, Harlow,” he demanded, and every cell in my body agreed that it was the best idea they’d ever heard.

But despite the drool at the corner of my lips, I stayed strong. “No,” I spat. “Not doing it.”

“Just take a bite,” he whispered. “You know you want to.”

“Nope.”

“Do it, Harlow.”

But God, they look so good… I couldn’t stop my tongue from licking across my lips in anticipation.

“Will you leave me alone, then?”

“Sure.”

“Fine,” I agreed and dug in with my “at-the-ready” plastic cutlery. My taste buds danced with the delicious flavors of freshly made pancakes covered in the world’s best ingredients.

Holy Moses, they were amazing. I moaned before I could stop myself.

“That good?” Scott’s amused voice filled my ear.

“Shut up,” I retorted over a mouthful of pancakes and Nutella.

“God,” he purred into my ear. “I fucking love that moan of yours.”

“I’m not having phone sex with you.”

A barking laugh left his lips. “Have real sex with me, then.”

“Nope,” I refuted, even though, for some insane reason, I secretly wanted to shout, Hell yes, fuck me stupid, and then feed me these pancakes again in the morning!

“Go on a date with me,” he demanded—something he’d been doing more and more since the day after penetration.