Costars (New York City Bad Boy Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
Margaret asks in a loud voice. “Be cool, Mags, damn,” I respond. “Yeah, it was my doctor. Nothing happened. If anything, I’d say he was more freaked out by the situation than I was.” “So, you two didn’t end up, you know…” “Did I permit him to storm the gates of my Bastille?” I ask. “I have no idea what that means, but the way you ask makes me think I want to say yes,” she answers. “No,” I tell her. “We just talked for a while.” “Are you going to see him again?” “Yeah,” I scoff, “I’ve got an appointment at his office this Thursday.” “You’re not keeping him as your doctor,” she protests. “Why not?” I ask. “Neither of us planned for what happened and what he does in his personal time is really none of my business.” “Oh my God,” she gasps, “you like him!” “Will you stop?” I ask. “What the hell are we, teenagers?” “Isn’t he married?” “How would you know if he was?” “I wouldn’t,” she says, “but it stands to reason that a handsome doctor would have to be married.”
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