Page 337 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“I’ve heard of outrunning people,” I teased her. “But being too slow for them is a new one.”

“Shut up.”

Her lips tasted like sweet surprise when mine landed against them.

One nip turned into two, and by the time I was satisfied, our tongues had danced an entire song’s worth of notes. “You look beautiful tonight,” I whispered to her, admitting, “You look beautiful always, actually. But tonight, when I look at you, I swear to God, I don’t even know my own name.”

She smirked and lifted her thumb to rub some lingering lipstick off of my face. “Don’t worry, Dr. Erotic. I know it just fine.”

“Good Christ, this thing is boring,” Harlow whispered as another speaker, some other official for the city of New York, blathered on about whatever these people were pretending to care about at the moment.

“What did you expect? Fireworks?”

“No!” she snapped in a whisper, putting a finger to my lips to shut me up. “But some kind of drama or intrigue wouldn’t be amiss. This is politics, for fuck’s sake. Where’s Kerry Washington with a Scandal?”

“Probably working behind the scenes to cover it up.”

“You know what I mean. I thought there would be something to make fun of.”

“Sorry,” I told her, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll try to drum up a story when we leave here.”

She laughed, albeit quietly since someone was still up there giving a speech, but as her eyes fluttered away from mine and caught on something over my shoulder, it all but dried up.

“Why is the chick at Brent’s table looking at me like I’m the Antichrist?”

I took a quick peek over my shoulder to confirm my suspicions, but unfortunately, I already knew who it was.

Pam.

I sighed, and Harlow’s eyebrows pulled together.

“Scott?”

“Well, hell. I didn’t really want to get into this here, but you asked for drama.”

“What drama?” she asked, her voice deepening in a way that suggested she already knew.

I shrugged.

“Oh, Scott. Not that chick. Come on. She’s got the eyes.”

“The eyes?”

“The crazy eyes. You don’t bone and bounce on the ones with crazy eyes. I would have thought a man with your experience would know this.”

“I knew,” I admitted.

“Then why did you do it?”

“Well…” Something occurred to me suddenly. “Wait…you know this all occurred before you, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes. I may not be prone to relationships, but between your job and the fact that you’ve basically been stalking me since Kinky Boots, you’ve been too busy to fit in a good-time fuck with crazy eyes over there. Believe me, I can tell that since you’ve been all about me, you’ve been all about me.

“God, Low—”

“Focus, Scott!” she snapped softly, and I smiled.

I am so fucking hooked.