Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: New Adult Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Chapter Forty

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I feel my eyebrow arch of its own accord, and I can't stifle the incredulous huff that leaves my chest. "Excuse me?"

What the fuck? Did this guy just tell me that what I do is his business?

Frost gives me a hard look, his features becoming a bit more tense than usual—and that somehow makes him appear even more handsome, if you can believe that.

"I don't like repeating myself," he begins, "but since you probably didn't know that about me prior to now, I'll make an exception for you this one time. I said—"

"I heard what you said," I counter angrily, and he knows I heard it, too. He's just trying to be snarky, and all that's doing is pissing me the hell off. But what's pissing me off even more is this ridiculously audacious attitude of his that seems to have come out of nowhere.

"Look, pal," I begin, my tone dry and mirroring the irritation I feel, "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but let me assure you that, if you think that somehow, you have a right to feel involved in whatever it is I do, then you are sorely mistaken."

However, my stern words don't seem to faze him one bit. He moves even closer to me so that our faces are only inches apart before he continues. "And that's where you're mistaken, Ramona," he says, his tone firm and unyielding. "Or is it Raven you go by now?" he adds, a sarcastic smirk easily forming on his face.

I think I'm beginning to agree more and more with Jeff from earlier. I have no idea what kind of game he's trying to play or what his intentions are being as nosy as he is, but he's certainly not the only one here who has a snarky streak in them.

"Your friend was right. You are an annoying smart-ass," I counter, offering a sarcastic grin of my own.

Still, he doesn't move from his position, easily towering over me in the corner he just backed me into. He's really crowding my personal space, and I think he realizes just how uncomfortable he's making me by doing it. I try to move away from him, but he's relentless. He actually looks like he's enjoying cornering me.

I liked it better when he was stooping. I hate how small he makes me feel.

"What are you doing here?" he finally demands.

I cross my arms over my chest defensively, my face scrunched up in annoyance. "Like I said before, it's none of your business, Doctor Frost. Or do you just happen to be a detective as well?"

I really don't know why he's being so nosy and pushy about this, but by God, I can't stand it, and I refuse to feel intimidated by him—or at least, show him that I feel intimidated by him. I can only hope I'm doing a decent job of masking my anxiety.

He simply chuckles, almost as if he's mocking me. And soon, I can't take any more of it.

"I have somewhere I need to be," I finally say. I don't wait for a response. I try to sidestep his large frame, but once again he easily stops me.

After a few more tries, I finally manage to squeeze past him, holding my shoes by their straps and feeling their weight dangle from my hands as I try to dodge this ridiculously good-looking but annoying man.

He's quickly getting on my nerves, and probably just a few seconds away from downright pissing me the hell off. I'm not sure which I want to do more at the moment—slap him or fuck him. I never thought I'd find myself in a situation where I'd be getting this angry at a guy who makes me instantly cream my panties at the mere sight of him.