Page 217 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“You should talk,” he retorted. “No bra. No panties. The shortest fucking pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. You might as well be walking around here naked.”

“Would we have boned on the kitchen counter if I would’ve been naked?” I asked with far too much hope in my voice. I also made a mental note to answer the door naked the next time Scott came over.

He grinned but didn’t offer a response.

“Would we have?” I asked again, but he just laughed it off. “You’re not going to tell me?”

“Gentlemen don’t kiss and tell.”

“Pfft,” I scoffed. “That saying doesn’t even apply to this situation.”

“Eat your dinner, Low,” he demanded. “I’m getting hungry for dessert.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I shoved a bite of pizza into my mouth and got to work.

“Attagirl,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t get too cocky,” I retorted as I picked up the remote for the television. “I’m only doing it because I’m greedy and selfish when it comes to orgasms.”

He smirked. “Good God, I love that greedy little cunt of yours.”

“Prove it,” I mocked, flipping haphazardly through the channels. Before Scott could offer a retort, his face stared back at us on the television. It was a news station’s recap of the press conference Scott had attended earlier in the day to receive an award from the mayor.

“Hey, look! You’re on TV!” I stated the obvious, and he groaned around a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese.

“Oh God. Please, turn it off.”

“Hell no.” I grinned. “It’s your big, shining moment! And since I didn’t get to cover it live, it’s my second-best option. We’re watching it, buddy.”

“There is nothing big or shining about this moment,” he muttered.

And while Scott continued groaning his annoyance, I avidly watched his face on screen. God, he’s handsome. And mine.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. And mine?

God, my thoughts sounded a bit territorial, like I was two seconds away from pissing a circle around him or something.

It’s because you l-o-v-e him…

“Fuck, here’s the worst part of the whole thing,” he announced and subsequently pulled my attention back to the present. I glanced at him in confusion.

“You mean besides the fact that Brent just keeps talking about how amazing he is?”

“Yep,” he said with a sigh. “Even worse than that.”

I turned my attention back to the television, and that’s when the words, “Can’t fucking wait,” left Scott’s lips. Thanks to regulations, they’d bleeped out the fucking part, but yeah, it was more than apparent what he’d said before the edit.

Holy hell, he’d dropped the f-bomb at a press conference with the mayor!

Completely losing it, I snorted and coughed on my own phlegm as I tried to get control of my laughter. “You…cursed…on…stage…with the mayor.” Scott rolled his eyes. “At a press conference!” My voice turned nearly shrill. “While you were mic’ed!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. And here I thought receiving an award couldn’t end in bad press. Plus, I’m now an official consultant to the mayor. Your fucking ex, of all people. I even have to go to a big municipal event next week.”

Any and all waning laughter was renewed tenfold. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with all the togetherness he’d be spending with Brent, but holy hell, his own discomfort was amusing.

Suddenly, Scott set his plate on the coffee table and hooked his hands on the line of my jaw. “Go with me.”