Page 360 of The Doctors Will See You Now

I quirked a surprised brow. “Five minutes? Really?”

“Yes, really,” he answered and kissed the corner of my mouth. “What are we wagering?”

I shrugged. “What do you want to wager?”

“If I win, you have to promise to actually consider the idea of marriage.”

I rolled my eyes. “And if I win?”

“No proposals for the next ninety days.”

“Ninety days?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He raised his brow. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Of course I don’t,” I answered quickly. Probably too fucking quickly with the way Scott was grinning at me like the Cheshire cat. “It’s a deal, buddy,” I said and held out my hand.

He shook it without blinking an eye, and I didn’t like it.

The bastard was pretty damn confident. Too fucking confident, in my opinion.

And unfortunately for me, not even two minutes later, Amanda and Mateo were able to break their lips’ suction and stand up from their seats.

“We’re leaving!” she shouted so loudly that her voice carried over the woman on stage singing “Like a Virgin” at the top of her lungs. “I want to have sex!” she added, and Mateo just smiled his million-dollar smile.

Seriously. His smile was literally worth one million dollars. Not only had he obtained quite the success in his music career, he’d also become the apple of a lot of women’s eyes.

“No, don’t go! Stay a little longer,” I exclaimed and hopped to my feet. I glanced down at my watch and noted that I literally needed another six minutes to pass to even come close to winning the bet. “Just six more minutes, please!”

Amanda shook her head. “Nope. I want the sex. With my husband.”

“But you can always have sex with your husband,” I whined, and Scott chuckled softly beside me.

“Sorry, Low,” Amanda said and hugged me tightly. “Call me in the morning so we can meet for breakfast, ’kay?”

“But…but…” I started, but Amanda and Mateo were on a fucking mission. They tossed out their goodbyes and were out the door before I could come up with any other excuse.

I sat back down in my seat on a sigh.

Fucking hell.

“Tough loss, huh?” he whispered into my ear.

I shook my head. “I’m ignoring you.”

Obviously, I was a sore loser. But, seriously? I’d only lost by mere minutes.

Goddammit, Amanda. Why did my best friend have to be such a dirty slut for her husband’s penis? What happened to the marriages that made people want sex less? If anything, since she’d married Mateo, she only talked about how she wanted sex more.

Maybe I needed a new best friend?

While Scott tried to coax me into a conversation, I turned my head back toward the stage and watched as the fortysomething woman continued to sing her off-tune rendition of Madonna into the microphone. “Like a virgin! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I’m a horny virgin!”

“Horny virgin?” Scott whispered to me. “I don’t remember those lyrics.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at the absurdity and met his gaze with a grin. “I think she’s freestyling.”

He quirked an amused brow. “Freestyling? In karaoke?”