This scene was one of the most hilarious from my favorite read in April. The banter with this book was – chef’s kiss – incredible. The author spun a masterpiece out of a highly unbelievable set-up: a lowly assistant/writer who is paid to temp for a hot plastic surgeon, and they fall in love.
This book is funny, with a great pining hero and some insane sexual tension. I highly recommend it to anyone who loves contemporary romances with some steam. (Fun fact: the entire Smexy team cannot get enough of this author’s writing. Rave reviews all around).
In this scene, the heroine just got rid of the hero’s one-night stand and meets him at his next house call appointment for a patient. He is understandably confused when she shows up in his date’s booty call outfit.
“Are you…are you wearing my date’s dress?” he asks, horrified.
The silver lining to having nothing left to lose is that…I have nothing left to lose.
“Do you like it?” I whisper, raising nervous, hopeful eyes to him. “I disposed of her, just like you asked.”
He’s frozen. There’s confusion in his gaze, and the tiniest seed of dawning terror. “What?” he barks.
I bite my lip and clasp my hands together like a penitent child. “I thought you’d like it. Now we can be together forever.”
His mouth hangs open and I can read his thoughts so clearly—This can’t be happening. Oh my God, what has she done? I want to keep it going but I sit back against the hood of my car and start to laugh instead. “Holy shit. I wish you could see your face. Your guest was late for court and asked to wear my clothes.”
A low breath escapes him. “Bloody hell.” He runs his hands through all that pretty hair, making a mess of it. Man, I’d love to do that to his hair just once. “Wait. She asked to borrow your clothes, and you said yes?”