You’re a fucking professional. Could you pay attention for two seconds? Forcing my eyes back to the computer screen in my office, I found my article in the same shape it had been when they wandered off: unfinished. It was all that woman’s fault—and not in a good way. Sadly, last night was just the latest in my current string of dating disasters. I should’ve known better than to take out a chick my jackass friend met at a night club and introduced me to via text. Yep, I really should have seen this one coming. But it had started out great. My date looked ridiculously hot in her short, pleasingly tight blue dress. God, how I love short dresses. Her hair down, her skin nicely tanned, she’d been rocking high heels that made her ass stick out just right—like the girls you see in rap videos. But the second she opened her mouth, it all went downhill. Fast. “Oh, you’re a doctor? You must make a lot of money, right?”
