“Luna,” he sighs.
“Is that all Dr. Rivers?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says simply.
“Then I’d like to get dressed and leave. Wouldn’t want to be any trouble,” I say with the same bitterness in my tone.
He simply nods and leaves the room as if nothing has happened. I quickly get dressed and go to check out. I just want to get out of this building. He’s up at the checkout desk when I get up there, so I simply just lay my paper down in front of the lady. “Am I good?” I ask.
“Yes,” she smiles. “I’ll call you in a few days to schedule your follow-up appointment.”
“Thanks,” I say before rushing out of the building. When I get to my car, I’ll text Harper.
Me: Update. He’s an ass.
Harper calls me immediately. “Hello,” I sigh.
“What happened?”
“Well, it happened again. I apologized and he basically said that I was trouble but also said I didn’t have anything to apologize for. He fucked with my head by making me think he was about to kiss me and then said that I was off-limits and went straight professional,” I say. I look up to see him walking out of the building toward me. “And now he’s walking out here.”
“Bro. He likes you,” she says. “He said you’re off limits because you were in the office. He wasn’t being an ass. He could get in a lot of trouble for fucking with a patient in that office.”
“Whatever. I’ll see you when you get here,” I say as I end the call. I shift my car into drive and go to pull out, but he knocks on my window. I sigh and put the window down. “Yes, Dr. ?”
“Luna, we need to talk,” he says.
“I’m off limits, remember? I’ll just get you in trouble,” I say. “Don’t worry about checking on me. I’m a big girl.”
I go to put my window up, but he puts his hand on the glass. My stupid car cares more about safety so it automatically goes back down. “Luna,” he says again.
“Get your hand off my fucking car,” I say through gritted teeth. He sighs heavily and steps back as he motions for me to go ahead as if I need his permission to leave.
That would be a red flag if I didn’t know I was the one overreacting.
“What am I supposed to wear to have surgery?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter,” Harper shrugs. “You have to be naked anyway.”
“I’ll be asleep then. Let’s not talk about Luna being naked,” I frown. I grab leggings and a T-shirt to put over the top of my sports bra and underwear. I put my sandals on and walk out of my bedroom to go to the living room.
I am standing in front of the couch, looking at my phone when I hear a knock at the door. Harper is closer so she turns to open it. “Harper don’t…” when she opens the door, she smiles brightly when she sees Dominic.
“Hello neighbor,” she says, stepping aside to let him walk in.
“What do you want?” I ask with a sigh.
“Making sure you’re not bailing on me,” he says simply.
“I won’t say I didn’t try,” I admit.
“I threatened to call her dad,” Harper grins.
“I’m not bailing. You can go,” I say bitterly.
“You’re a bitch when you get your feelings hurt,” Harper remarks.
“Fuck both of you,” I snap. I turn to go back to my room, but Dominic loops his arm around my waist and pulls me to stand in front of him. I try to pull away, but he holds my waist with both hands and keeps me in place.