“Why are you here? I made sure you were scheduled with Dr. Thatcher…” Olivia said flipping the chart papers frantically to double check her orders. “No hi or hello? Or how am I doing?” He questioned with a smirk that made her heart skip a beat. Nate raked his eyes over her, starting from her head and making his way down over her voluptuous hips. Her body awakened from his intense gaze and she cursed herself for feeling it. Olivia needed to tread carefully. Very carefully. “Fine,” he retorted. “I was scheduled with him, but I called saying the medication wasn’t working and needed to come back in. When the receptionist made the appointment, I asked if I could see you instead since we hit it off so well,” he winked. “She said it was no problem at all. So here I am.” A cocky smile graced his face. This had to be a dream, and maybe not entirely a good one. Sighing, she pushed a strand of hair from her face. “Well, that was a mistake, Mr. Alexan—” “Nate.” Olivia stared pointedly at him and took a breath, trying to keep her irritation in check.
