quickly morphed to confusion and then anger. “I was wrong to take advantage of you, but you were wrong for cheating.”
“So, it’s okay to sleep with your boss, but not an engaged guy?” he challenged.
“My personal life is none of your business.”
“Oh, but I think it is. You accuse me of morally corrupting you, yet you’re willing to screw Dr. Madden. Are you fucking him to get ahead? Are your medical skills so lacking that you have to impress him in the bedroom to keep your job? Maybe you’re just doing him for his money. What are you teaching Peyton with that kind of behavior?”
Bringing up Peyton was a low blow. If it hadn’t been for Peyton, I would have given him the need for more stitches. I was formulating a response that would get my point across without getting me kicked out of the program when I saw a brief glimpse of a new emotion cross his face. Jealousy.
Un-fucking-believable .
I was done fighting. “Why do you care?” He had no right to be jealous of anyone but his future wife.
He shoved his good hand through his hair once more, his clear blue eyes glaring at me. “You’re right; I don’t care,” he snapped as he stormed past me and out of the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Madison
I managed to go almost a week without seeing Sawyer. My luck ran out Friday afternoon when I received an email from the moody bastard.
Ms. Miller,
I need to speak with you about Peyton’s score on the assessment we took a few days ago. I’ll meet you in the classroom tonight at seven.
Sawyer Ramsay
Fuck. Of course he didn’t bother to ask if I was available. I didn’t want to see him, especially not alone, but I had to do what was right for Peyton. I quickly called the club to let them know I’d be late for work and then checked the ER schedule. Ethan had to work the late shift, so he couldn’t come with me. I sent Sawyer my one-word reply.
Fine .
The hospital was slammed thanks to a multiple car pileup on the nearby freeway. I was over an hour late leaving, but still managed to pick up Peyton, take her to Nana’s house, get ready for work, and get to the school at five after seven. I was tempted to run down the long hallway to the classroom, but decided against it when I remembered the four-inch stilettos on my feet. Sawyer could wait an extra minute or two.
“You’re eight minutes late,” he growled as I entered the room. “I have better things to do than sit around waiting for you.”
“Can we just get on with it? I’m also in a hurry.” My glare was unwavering. “Next time, I would appreciate it if you asked before setting an appointment.”
His heated gaze scanned my body. His clenched jaw twitched as he took in my shiny shoes and fitted wrap dress. “Got a date…or maybe a john?”
“There’s no need to insult me. Just tell me about Peyton’s test scores.” I was drained from my day at the hospital, and my usual Friday night dread was sinking in.
He babbled in extreme detail about every item on the report he’d placed on the desk in front of me. It was close to eight when he summed up her test scores in two sentences. “Peyton is performing significantly below grade level. I think she’s dyslexic.” Why couldn’t he have led with that?
“I know she’s dyslexic. She went to a private school for dyslexic kids for the past two years. You would have known all of that if you’d read her fucking file!” I was beyond pissed.
Sawyer ignored my outburst and rambled on and on about the importance of academic achievement. I would have sworn he was intentionally trying to make me late. My phone buzzed after what felt like fucking forever.
“Excuse me,” I said to Sawyer. I stood and turned my back to him.
“Hey, Ethan, what’s up?”
“Are you still at the school?” he asked.
“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder at Sawyer and said, “We’re almost done.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“No, I can handle it. I’ll call you after work and tell you about
“So, it’s okay to sleep with your boss, but not an engaged guy?” he challenged.
“My personal life is none of your business.”
“Oh, but I think it is. You accuse me of morally corrupting you, yet you’re willing to screw Dr. Madden. Are you fucking him to get ahead? Are your medical skills so lacking that you have to impress him in the bedroom to keep your job? Maybe you’re just doing him for his money. What are you teaching Peyton with that kind of behavior?”
Bringing up Peyton was a low blow. If it hadn’t been for Peyton, I would have given him the need for more stitches. I was formulating a response that would get my point across without getting me kicked out of the program when I saw a brief glimpse of a new emotion cross his face. Jealousy.
Un-fucking-believable .
I was done fighting. “Why do you care?” He had no right to be jealous of anyone but his future wife.
He shoved his good hand through his hair once more, his clear blue eyes glaring at me. “You’re right; I don’t care,” he snapped as he stormed past me and out of the room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Madison
I managed to go almost a week without seeing Sawyer. My luck ran out Friday afternoon when I received an email from the moody bastard.
Ms. Miller,
I need to speak with you about Peyton’s score on the assessment we took a few days ago. I’ll meet you in the classroom tonight at seven.
Sawyer Ramsay
Fuck. Of course he didn’t bother to ask if I was available. I didn’t want to see him, especially not alone, but I had to do what was right for Peyton. I quickly called the club to let them know I’d be late for work and then checked the ER schedule. Ethan had to work the late shift, so he couldn’t come with me. I sent Sawyer my one-word reply.
Fine .
The hospital was slammed thanks to a multiple car pileup on the nearby freeway. I was over an hour late leaving, but still managed to pick up Peyton, take her to Nana’s house, get ready for work, and get to the school at five after seven. I was tempted to run down the long hallway to the classroom, but decided against it when I remembered the four-inch stilettos on my feet. Sawyer could wait an extra minute or two.
“You’re eight minutes late,” he growled as I entered the room. “I have better things to do than sit around waiting for you.”
“Can we just get on with it? I’m also in a hurry.” My glare was unwavering. “Next time, I would appreciate it if you asked before setting an appointment.”
His heated gaze scanned my body. His clenched jaw twitched as he took in my shiny shoes and fitted wrap dress. “Got a date…or maybe a john?”
“There’s no need to insult me. Just tell me about Peyton’s test scores.” I was drained from my day at the hospital, and my usual Friday night dread was sinking in.
He babbled in extreme detail about every item on the report he’d placed on the desk in front of me. It was close to eight when he summed up her test scores in two sentences. “Peyton is performing significantly below grade level. I think she’s dyslexic.” Why couldn’t he have led with that?
“I know she’s dyslexic. She went to a private school for dyslexic kids for the past two years. You would have known all of that if you’d read her fucking file!” I was beyond pissed.
Sawyer ignored my outburst and rambled on and on about the importance of academic achievement. I would have sworn he was intentionally trying to make me late. My phone buzzed after what felt like fucking forever.
“Excuse me,” I said to Sawyer. I stood and turned my back to him.
“Hey, Ethan, what’s up?”
“Are you still at the school?” he asked.
“Yes.” I looked over my shoulder at Sawyer and said, “We’re almost done.”
“Do you want me to come?”
“No, I can handle it. I’ll call you after work and tell you about
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