Page 287 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Sexy AF Doc: Where are you headed off to?

Okay, yeah. I might have nicknamed him in my phone during a moment of weakness while thinking about how perfect his ass is.

I quickly typed out a response while thinking, God, he is a nosy bastard.

Me: None of your business.

Not even a minute later, he sent another message.

Sexy AF Doc: You should take a right at the next block. There’s a perfect bar called The Library.

Seriously? Who named a bar The Library? It sounded like a sad place where men or women went to cheat on their spouses…Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold up. Did he say take a right at the next block?

How did he know where I was?

I stopped in my tracks and stared down at my phone for a brief second, before slowly turning around to find Scott standing a mere fifty feet behind me, grinning like a cocky son of a bitch. I responded to his message while shooting mental spears at him across the short expanse.

Me: Are you stalking me?

He smirked. I watched as he looked down at his phone and typed out another response.

Sexy AF Doc: Just following you a little to make sure you’re okay. You left pretty abruptly back there.

He was right. I’d left the party like a total lunatic. No explanation, nothing. Just up and walked away from him on the dance floor. But I kind of felt like he was being a bit of a lunatic, too, by following me.

He’s a lunatic. I’m a lunatic. Maybe we are the perfect match?

Clearly, my brain needed to shut up.

Me: Just following? And that’s somehow better than stalking?

Sexy AF Doc: It’s less creepy.

Me: It feels CREEPIER. Like I should get a restraining order kind of creepy.

Sexy AF Doc: No restraining order needed. Just come have a drink with me, Harlow.

Have a drink with Scott Shepard?

This is probably a bad idea, Harlow, I thought to myself.

But that lasted all of two seconds before my fingers typed out another response.

Me: Are you buying?

He took a few steps forward until we were nearly standing side by side, and his eyes only briefly left mine as he typed out a quick response.

Sexy AF Doc: Yes.

Me: Fine. But I’m choosing.

Sexy AF Doc: Perfect.

I read his message and glanced up to meet his rich gaze—right there. He looks even better up close. Seriously, if his eyes were candy, they’d be that delicious, specially made chocolate you could only get from exotic locations like Paris or Brussels.

“Sexy as fuck Doc?” he questioned with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “Tame your ego, cocky. I never save contacts in my phone as their actual names,” I explained on a lie. He was literally the only person I’d ever nicknamed in my phone.