second, looking like she’s about to say something, but then she disappears into some back area of the office. I take a seat in the waiting room. She comes into view at her desk a few seconds later and says, “Doctor Oliver will be right out.”
I nod, but say nothing. Instead, I focus on getting the perfect bubble going with my gum. It’s tough when my lips are twice their normal thickness and gooey with gloss.
A little while later, a door opens to my right. I stand, tucking my bag firmly under my arm as I turn to face the doctor. When I finally get a look at the man who spends way too much money on engagement rings, I nearly choke on my gum.
Holyyy shit. It’s him . Suit guy! Suit and a tie guy! Helen!
Chapter Twenty-Two
“YOU!” I SAY, BEFORE I can stop myself.
He holds out his hand. “Me. Yes. I’m Doctor Oliver.”
His smile is pure charm. His hair is slightly wavy. Blond highlights mix with the sandy brown color so naturally I know they can’t be fake. His hair is tousled just enough to be sexy and professional at the same time. His teeth are clean and white but not too straight. He’s tan like he does outdoor things but doesn’t visit a tanning salon. Basically, he’s exactly what I expected of a plastic surgeon to the stars. Bleck . Too perfect. I can’t help wondering if his nose is real. I search his face for scars, the telltale signs that his beauty is fake, but I find nothing. Dammit . I really wanted hating him to be easier than this.
He’s still smiling. “And you must be … Shay, is that right?”
I nod, pressing my lips together. I’m pretty sure I look like an ornamental carp, my lips are so swollen at this point. That gloss has gone into overdrive or something.
I’m really glad my disguise is still holding, though. The idea of having my real identity revealed in front of that receptionist woman who made me feel like a beggar at their door is very unappealing right now.
“Shay Dee, thass me. Thass my name.” I look past him into his office, trying to hint that I don’t want to hang out in the waiting room. This is what famous people do, right? Act all pushy, like they can get whatever they want, when they want it? Get me in that office, doctor full-of-himself.
He nods at his secretary and then turns sideways, gesturing for me to go ahead of him into his inner sanctum. “After you.”
I go in and quickly scratch the hives on my butt when he turns around to close the door behind him. A quick adjustment of my jacket and I’m as good as new when he turns in my direction again. He walks around to my left to take his chair on the other side of the desk.
I sit down and take in my surroundings. There are diplomas and certificates all over one wall. He went to Haaaarvard. Not surprising at all. He’s also board certified in several things. That’s good. I mean, not that I’m getting anything done, but if I were, I’d want my guy to have all kinds of board certifications.
“So, what brings you here today, Miss Dee?”
I try to think of how to start the conversation, but my mind draws a blank. I guess I never thought I’d get this far.
“You married?” I ask. I almost choke on my gum when the sentence bursts out, but then I quickly recover. This is actually an awesome question. My brain is obviously on auto-pilot, thank goodness. Now I can get the story behind the ring and satisfy my curiosity before giving it back.
“No, I’m single. But let’s talk about you…”
“Ever been engaged, maybe?”
He tilts his head and frowns at me.
Shit . I forgot to use my street accent. “Yo, you know, like almost with a ball and chain.”
Then I really do choke on my gum and have to bend over and cough it up to keep from dying.
The doctor is on his feet staring down at me. “Are you okay?”
I hold up a hand to calm him down. “Yeah, yeah, just got my gum stuck in my throat. So, you were saying…?”
“Are you married?” he asks me.
“Why? You interested?” I try to
I nod, but say nothing. Instead, I focus on getting the perfect bubble going with my gum. It’s tough when my lips are twice their normal thickness and gooey with gloss.
A little while later, a door opens to my right. I stand, tucking my bag firmly under my arm as I turn to face the doctor. When I finally get a look at the man who spends way too much money on engagement rings, I nearly choke on my gum.
Holyyy shit. It’s him . Suit guy! Suit and a tie guy! Helen!
Chapter Twenty-Two
“YOU!” I SAY, BEFORE I can stop myself.
He holds out his hand. “Me. Yes. I’m Doctor Oliver.”
His smile is pure charm. His hair is slightly wavy. Blond highlights mix with the sandy brown color so naturally I know they can’t be fake. His hair is tousled just enough to be sexy and professional at the same time. His teeth are clean and white but not too straight. He’s tan like he does outdoor things but doesn’t visit a tanning salon. Basically, he’s exactly what I expected of a plastic surgeon to the stars. Bleck . Too perfect. I can’t help wondering if his nose is real. I search his face for scars, the telltale signs that his beauty is fake, but I find nothing. Dammit . I really wanted hating him to be easier than this.
He’s still smiling. “And you must be … Shay, is that right?”
I nod, pressing my lips together. I’m pretty sure I look like an ornamental carp, my lips are so swollen at this point. That gloss has gone into overdrive or something.
I’m really glad my disguise is still holding, though. The idea of having my real identity revealed in front of that receptionist woman who made me feel like a beggar at their door is very unappealing right now.
“Shay Dee, thass me. Thass my name.” I look past him into his office, trying to hint that I don’t want to hang out in the waiting room. This is what famous people do, right? Act all pushy, like they can get whatever they want, when they want it? Get me in that office, doctor full-of-himself.
He nods at his secretary and then turns sideways, gesturing for me to go ahead of him into his inner sanctum. “After you.”
I go in and quickly scratch the hives on my butt when he turns around to close the door behind him. A quick adjustment of my jacket and I’m as good as new when he turns in my direction again. He walks around to my left to take his chair on the other side of the desk.
I sit down and take in my surroundings. There are diplomas and certificates all over one wall. He went to Haaaarvard. Not surprising at all. He’s also board certified in several things. That’s good. I mean, not that I’m getting anything done, but if I were, I’d want my guy to have all kinds of board certifications.
“So, what brings you here today, Miss Dee?”
I try to think of how to start the conversation, but my mind draws a blank. I guess I never thought I’d get this far.
“You married?” I ask. I almost choke on my gum when the sentence bursts out, but then I quickly recover. This is actually an awesome question. My brain is obviously on auto-pilot, thank goodness. Now I can get the story behind the ring and satisfy my curiosity before giving it back.
“No, I’m single. But let’s talk about you…”
“Ever been engaged, maybe?”
He tilts his head and frowns at me.
Shit . I forgot to use my street accent. “Yo, you know, like almost with a ball and chain.”
Then I really do choke on my gum and have to bend over and cough it up to keep from dying.
The doctor is on his feet staring down at me. “Are you okay?”
I hold up a hand to calm him down. “Yeah, yeah, just got my gum stuck in my throat. So, you were saying…?”
“Are you married?” he asks me.
“Why? You interested?” I try to
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