Page 63 of Doctor's Bossy Match
I crash into someone solid.
Strong hands catch my arms.
“Whoa there,” Mason laughs, his fingers lingering a second too long.“Where are you headed so fast?”
“To my office,” I reply, steadying myself and trying not to wrinkle my nose at the contact.His touch is warm, but it doesn’t spark anything.No tingles.Not like when Brant's hand brushes mine, and I forget how to breathe.
Mason raises an eyebrow.“Youroffice?”
“For today it is.”I smile smugly.
His expression softens, his hands sliding lower to my elbows.Still touching me.I’m just about to step back when movement catches my eye.
Brant.
He walks around the corner with my dad beside him.My entire body stiffens.Brant’s eyes lock on mine first, then drop to where Mason’s hands are still on me.My dad follows his gaze.
Awesome.
“That’s right,” Mason says.“The whole role-reversal thing is today.”
I jerk back subtly, just enough to make Mason’s arms fall away.Too late.Brant and my father walk past us without a word, still in quiet conversation.I can’t hear a thing they say, but judging by the way nausea twists in my gut, it’s nothing good.
“I’ve gotta get started.Busy day.”I sidestep Mason and walk off before he can say anything else.
“I’ll catch you later,” he calls after me, and I don’t look back.Mason’s tone was friendlier than last time, but I don’t have the energy to figure out why.All I can think about is the look on Brant’s face when he saw Mason’s hands on me.
Brant’s office is quiet when I slip inside, the door clicking softly behind me.He’s not here yet.But the room smells like him—clean, classic, with something woody underneath.I walk slowly toward the desk, checking our calendar.We’ve got a mix today—ward rounds, office consults, and he’s got a surgery block.Meaning, I only get him in this flipped dynamic for a few hours.And I definitely want to boss him around with patients and then get him to make me coffee.
The door swings open.Brant enters, drops his case onto the ground with a thump, and doesn’t say a word.
“No coffee?”I ask, leaning against the edge of the desk.
He doesn’t look at me.“Didn’t you have one with Dr.Gould?”
I bite my lip before answering.“Didn’t go into the break room.I remembered it'syourjob to fetch my coffee today.”
He shrugs off his coat, still not meeting my gaze.“I’ve already had one.If you want coffee, go make it.”
I raise my eyebrow at him, knowing exactly why he’s acting this way.“Wow.Grumpy much?”
“I’m fine.”
Sure you are.
“Are you… jealous?”I ask, crossing my arms.If he is jealous, this changes everything.It means he feels this chemistry between us that’s been building for weeks.But if he admits it, what then?
He finally looks up, his face blank, giving nothing away.“Don’t be ridiculous.”I don’t believe him, but I let it go.
“Okay, then, is it something my father said?”I press, knowing exactly how blunt he can be and how he’s never been subtle about his opinions.And if he said something to Brant about me, Mason, about my professionalism, it could potentially ruin this.
Brant exhales slowly, like he’s debating whether to say it.“He said he’s going to talk to Dr.Gould.About him touching you.”
I stare at him.Of course, he’d overstep, jump in, and treat me like I can’t handle my own life.“Seriously?”
“He’s your father.”
“And not my personal dating coach,” I say, frustrated with my dad.“He can tell me how to handle patient charts, not men.”
