Dr. Russell has a bad reputation around our hospital. The scrub techs say he's cold-blooded, the nurses say he's too cocky for his own good, and the residents say he's the best surgeon in the world--
really, just a swell guy!--on the off chance he's within earshot.
I try to avoid him and his temper at all costs. It's just as easy to admire his sexy, grip-it-while-he's ravishing-you hair and chiseled jaw from a healthy distance, preferably from the other end of the hallway half-hidden behind a plant.
Unfortunately, my plan crumbles when my trusty ol' boss decides to swap his white coat for a Hawaiian shirt. His retirement leaves me with two terrible options: switch specialties and spend months retraining, or take an open position as Dr. Russell's surgical assistant.
That means I have to stand near him in the OR for hours on end and anticipate his every need without letting his biting words and bad attitude intimidate me. Oh, and as if that's not difficult enough, my silly crush on him--the one I've tried to stomp on until it disappears--might just be
reciprocated.
It's fine.
I'm fine.I take my job seriously. There will be no smoldering bedroom eyes across the operating table, no angry almost-kisses in the storage closet. (Well, no
more of those.)
What's the phrase? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?
Maybe I should go for a whole damn bushel.
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