He’s got magic hands, a perfect body, and a horrible attitude.
I never wanted to get anywhere near Dr. Piers Hood. He’s a total jerk, and he thinks he’s the greatest surgeon in the country.
Which he is, and that makes it all so much worse.
Sometimes I wish I could cut off my own ears so I don’t have to listen to him anymore.
Except he’s stupidly gorgeous, on top of being wildly talented, and I sort of hate how much I like being around him.
The world falls at his feet, and Piers floats along like it’s no big deal.
At least he’s very good at what he does. I have a lot to learn from him, assuming I don’t end up taking a scalpel to his way-too-perfect face first.
When I get assigned to him during my surgical residency, I keep telling myself it won’t be more than work.
Right up until the point where we make out in the break room.
Now this arrogant surgeon wants way more from me, and I’m terrified I’m going to give it to him.