His Broken Heart Antidote - Anne-Marie Meyer Page 0,3
That movement caused the cold sauce to brush my leg. The desire to change rose up inside of me, so I made my way toward the locker room, where I could change. “Right now, no one.” I pushed open the door and walked over to my locker.
Grant was behind me, with his eyebrows furrowed. He parted his lips as if to interject, but I held up my hand.
“But,” I said in an exaggerated manner, “I’m sure I’ll know her when I see her. If she even exists.”
Chapter Two
Ellise
“Go change.” Aaron, the hospital chef, sneered at my apron and scrub top, which were covered in red sauce, and pointed to the door.
Not “thank you for bringing me the food” or “I’d be lost without you.” Nope. He wasn’t grateful that I’d agreed to bring him the few plates he’d left behind when he’d hurried out of the kitchen ten minutes earlier. I’d reluctantly agreed to roll them to him despite the fact that Dr. McKnight had been staring at me as I’d walked by. I was a nice person, but Aaron seemed convinced otherwise. Either that, or he thought acting like the king of the kitchen gave him more authority. He was already the head chef; it wasn’t like anyone was going to try and take that away from him, least of all me. I needed a job, and this one was available—end of story.
I bit back my it wasn’t my fault defense, as he’d already moved on from the corner where I stood. So I sighed and did as he commanded. Two weeks into a new job in a new city wasn’t the time to put up a fuss about his attitude. Besides, I wasn’t at all sad to get out of the sticky top. The moisture was wet against my skin, and every time I passed under the air vent, I broke out in goose bumps—despite how warm I felt from the anger coursing through my veins from my run-in with Dr. McAwkward.
At least I’d learned one thing from my encounter with the clumsiest doctor on the planet—big egos were just as prevalent here as they were at Charlottesville General, my old home away from home.
I grabbed a scrub top from the lost and found and pushed my way into the locker room. The change from conversations to dead silence caused me to lift my head, and after a quick survey of the blue lockers and the urinals lining the far wall, a wave of dread washed over me, making it hard to swallow.
“Lost?” The most infuriating man on the planet—Dr. McSauce-Spiller—stood there in a clean pair of scrub bottoms and nothing else.
Nothing. Else.
I should have looked away. My entire face was bright red, but I couldn't help myself. Was I really human if I didn’t take in the sculpted chest muscles and washboard abdominals in front of me? No.
But that didn’t mean I needed to take them in, take them in. The female part of my brain didn’t seem to get that memo. Instead, I stood there, gawking. Pure and simple. I made a complete fool of myself. The only thing worse would be if Betty rolled in with her mop and bucket to clean up my drool.
“I-I-I …” I what? I hadn’t seen a body that beautiful since college? I wanted to run my hands over those muscles and lose my ever-loving mind? Loser Kyle, my ex-boyfriend who I’d left in Charlottesville, certainly didn’t have abs like that. Instead, he had an insatiable need for women other than me.
His doctor friend chuckled. “I think you want the ladies’ locker room?” He lifted a dark eyebrow that I’d highly suspected was shaped by a professional.
I shook myself out of my stupidity and stumbled backwards, grabbing for the door handle. Once I was safely on the other side of the door, I berated myself for being so weak. The man had caused a mess in the cafeteria, stepping into me and my spaghetti pan, and then blamed me. Only an idiot would allow her brain to be turned to mush at the sight of his tanned torso.
“Superwoman I am not,” I muttered under my breath as I ducked into the next door over and changed out of my clothes. My face still burned with embarrassment when I exited the locker room five minutes later. I did a quick sweep of the hallway, and when I was sure Dr. McAbs was nowhere around, I hurried back to the kitchen. This