Flirting with the Society Doctor / When One Night Isn't Enough (16 page)

“Obviously,” he sneered. “But Sharon doesn’t share that sentiment as she chose to marry Steve. Keep yourself and your jaded views away from my family.”

Did he have any idea that she wanted to pound her fists
against his chest? Did he have any idea she’d cried over the loss of his friendship? Of all the precious moments they’d spent together? Of course not. Because if she wasn’t willing to have sex with him, he obviously didn’t want anything more to do with her.

“No, you, you man!” She wasn’t sure if she was denying his request to stay away from his family or if she spat the word out in protest of him not caring at how they’d ruined their relationship, a relationship she’d treasured.

“This isn’t up for debate.” Angry sparks flew from his eyes and she was glad.

Anger meant she was eliciting some type of emotion from him. She wanted emotion, wanted a reaction from him. For weeks she’d been getting nothing but him ignoring her.

“You’re right. It’s not. You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do,” she insisted, earning herself a gritted-teeth growl from a man known for his cool composure.

Good. At this point she wanted a knock-down, drag-out fight. Arguing with him felt so much better than walking around on the eggshells she’d been treading since the morning after they’d come back from Cape May.

“Sure I do,” he said arrogantly. “You work for me.”

“Just because I work for you, it does not give you the right to say who I can and can’t be friends with.” Her chin rose another few notches.

“Then you’ll be doing it elsewhere because as long as you work for me, you’ll do what I say. Got it?”

Faith’s stomach knotted, what was left of her heart shattered into dust, and pain like she’d never felt erupted deep within her, battling with her anger for pole position.

“Fine,” she spat at him, clinging to her anger in the hope of abating her pain. “Consider this my official resignation. I quit. Effective immediately.”

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threat, Vale’s blood instantaneously froze to hard chunks of ice. Coldness seeped into his extremities, leaving him numb and spent.

“You can’t quit,” he told her, wanting to take her into his arms and shake her, but he didn’t need to. Her entire body was already shaking, whether from anger or frustration or what he didn’t know.

She crossed her arms over her chest, jutted her chin up at him, and gave him the most seething look he’d ever seen cross her face. “I just did.”

“We have a contract,” he reminded her, battling the frost claiming his insides, not liking the panic in his chest, knowing he couldn’t let her quit. “One that says you work for me.”

“Fine, take me to court,” she said flippantly, not backing down from her position. “I’m sure any judge will release me under the circumstances.”

“What circumstances?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t give me that. You know exactly what circumstances I’m referring to.”

“Our sleeping together?”

She smiled, as pretty as you please. “What else?”

“You’re being ridiculous, Faith. You can’t quit because we slept together.”

“No, you’re the one who’s ridiculous, Vale.” His name came out a sarcastic slur. “Sleeping with you has apparently destroyed my career. Was I that bad in the sack?”

That bad? Shouldn’t he be the one asking that question? He’d wanted to continue sleeping with her. She’d been the one to say no. “That’s enough, Faith.”

“No, it’s not enough. Do you want to know what’s enough? Me putting up with you ignoring me after what we shared. Me crying night after night, trying to figure out what I did wrong that weekend when the truth is I didn’t do anything wrong. You did, you pompous jerk!”

He winced. He’d known she was hurting, that he’d hurt her by backing away from their friendship, but when he wanted her so badly, how could he spend time with her and not end up seducing her? She needed to realize that they were worth pursuing and not because he’d charmed his way between her delectable thighs.

His pride had come into play as well. He’d wanted her to admit she’d been wrong to push him away, that he’d been right to say he wanted to continue beyond their weekend together. Had he pushed her away for ever instead?

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“I don’t want your pity or your apologies.”

“What is it you want, Faith? I told you I still wanted you, that I wanted to explore what was happening between us. You were the one to say no. What would you have me do to make things right between us?”

She studied him for several seconds, then lowered her arms to her sides in a defeated gesture. “There’s nothing you can do, Vale. It’s too late.”

He realized that now, realized that the moment he’d kissed her it had been too late to salvage their professional relationship.

Maybe he’d handled her rejection of him all wrong.
But he hadn’t been thinking clearly, still wasn’t thinking clearly.

Faith was leaving him.

No, not him, she was leaving the clinic.

Hell, same difference. Either way, she would no longer be a part of his life.

If she refused to acknowledge that they’d had a chance for something special to develop between them, then maybe her leaving was for the best.

Maybe that was the only way for either of them to forget the weekend in Cape May.

“You win, Faith,” he said in a low voice. “You’re an excellent neurologist and the clinic will be taking a hard hit to lose you. Still, you can leave if that’s what you want, but you know I don’t want you to go. Not personally and not professionally.”

He didn’t want her to go. He wanted her to stay, to say they could pick up where they’d left off. But they’d just end up back at this same point. Why delay the inevitable? Faith didn’t want the same things he did.

“What you want is irrelevant to me, Vale. Totally irrelevant.”

Had she still been screaming at him, he might have put her words down to emotional stress. But Faith wasn’t screaming. She spoke with a calmness that chilled him. Almost as if she’d read his thoughts and was answering, assuring him that she didn’t want him beyond the physical—and for once that wasn’t enough.

“You don’t mean that.”

Surprise filled her eyes, and when she met his gaze, she shone with confidence. “Actually, I do. Goodbye, Vale. I’ll send for my things.”

“Faith.” He grabbed her shoulder, refusing to let her pass, cursing himself for not being strong enough to let
her go without one last desperate appeal for her to stay. “Don’t go like this.”

“Is there a better way for me to go? Some way you’d prefer? Maybe if I came into your office and told you I’d accepted an offer from another clinic so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty over our liaison? Would that make you feel better? Would that free you from your guilt?”

He winced. Was that what the twinge in his chest was? Guilt? Guilt that he’d taken her virginity? Guilt that he couldn’t look at her without wanting to strip her naked?

She was right. He did feel guilty. Guilt he clung to, because if what he was feeling wasn’t guilt, then he’d have to find another label. Guilt was so much easier to deal with than the alternative.

“Do you have another offer, Faith? Is that what this is really about?”

First raking her gaze over him with cool disregard and a touch of disappointment, she nodded. “Yes, Vale, that’s exactly what this is about. I’m leaving you for another clinic.”

Blindly, chin high, shoulders straight, heart breaking, Faith made her way through the hallway leading away from her office, away from Vale. She kept her composure until the ladies’ restroom door swung shut behind her.

Then sobs hit her in full force.

She shook. She ached. She sank against the inside of a stall and cried till her eyes throbbed.

What was wrong with her? She’d cried more in the past three weeks than she had her entire life. No man was worth this. Hadn’t she watched her mother shed useless tears? Had she learned nothing at all from years of witnessing her mother’s mistakes? From having lived through her father leaving?

“Faith?” a female voice asked from outside the stall. “Are you okay? What am I saying? Of course, you aren’t okay. Can I come in? That is, well, maybe you could just come out of the stall instead?”

“Sharon?” Faith swiped at her eyes beneath her glasses, wishing she hadn’t put on make-up that morning as she likely had raccoon eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard your fight with Vale,” the woman admitted, compassion filling her voice.

Great. Faith didn’t need Sharon feeling sorry for her.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” she continued. “I thought of some things I’d forgotten to mention at lunch so I came back. I was outside your door, heard my name, and did exactly what I shouldn’t have done. Eavesdropped.”

Faith took a deep breath, hating that she hiccupped, hating that when she opened the stall door there was no way could she hide how pitifully she’d been crying. “I’m sorry you had to hear my argument with Vale.”

“Why? You were wonderful.”

Faith blinked, sure she’d misheard. She opened the stall to stare in shock through the tear-induced fog of her glasses at Vale’s cousin. “I was?”

“Absolutely,” Sharon replied. Reaching for a tissue and Faith’s glasses, she took it upon herself to blot away Faith’s tears. “I’ve never heard anyone put Vale in his place that way. Never. Even most of the family are a little scared of him.” Sharon stepped back, surveyed her clean-up job of Faith’s face, and smiled. “You and I are going to be great friends.”

Faith’s head was spinning. “But—”

“No buts.” Sharon opened her purse, dug around until she pulled out a zippered pouch. Removing liquid concealer, she squirted a pearl-size drop on her fingertip. “Look up,” she ordered, dabbing beneath Faith’s eyes,
then smoothing out the make-up to her satisfaction. “Any woman who can stand up to my cousin and leave him speechless has my complete admiration.”

The reality of what she’d done sank in. “Oh, God, I just quit my job.”

“But you said you were going to a different clinic,” Sharon pointed out, confusion marring her flawless complexion as she handed Faith a new tube of lipstick. “That’s my favorite color, by the way. I always carry extras, just in case I lose one.”

Vale’s cousin carried extra tubes of the same shade of lipstick? Taking the lipstick, she read the label. Pouty Pink Passion.

“I lied,” she admitted, peeling the plastic seal away and opening the tube to stare at the color. Not bad.

“Oh,” Sharon said, her mouth forming a perfect circle and creases lining her forehead. “But you’re still a brain doctor, right?”

Smoothing the lipstick onto her lips, rubbing her lips together to smooth out the cream, Faith nodded. “Yes, I’m still a neurologist. Just an unemployed one.”

So why wasn’t she freaking out? Why was she standing next to a bathroom stall, putting on make-up while chatting with Sharon Wakefield Woodard as if they were discussing the weather?

“Great!” Sharon clapped her hands in glee. “You’ll work for yourself, start your own clinic, and be my doctor. Goodness knows, I need my head examined for getting married.”

Faith’s Pouty Passion Pink–covered lower lip dropped open. “I can’t start my own clinic.”

“Why not?” Sharon asked, so matter-of-factly that Faith stopped and asked herself the same question.

Why did she have to work for someone else? Let them
decide her fate? Sure, prestige came with working for a clinic of Wakefield and Fishe’s caliber, but prestige could be earned.

Then reality sank in again. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I don’t have the money to start a clinic and get it off the ground.”

“Hello …” Sharon rolled her eyes. “Yes, you do. I’m loaded and Vale is always telling me I need to make good investments, to find something to do with my life.” She giggled with excitement. “I could work for you. Be your silent partner, even! This is the perfect solution for us both, Faith.”

Stunned by Sharon’s generosity and by her good humor when they were talking about Faith leaving her cousin’s clinic, she shook her head. “I appreciate your offer, but I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“It wouldn’t be ethical for me to accept money from my former employer’s family.”

“Ethics schmethics. We’re talking about your future here and I’m offering you a way to really get under Vale’s skin. The correct response is, ‘Yes, ma’am, Miss Wakefield.'” Sharon held up her hand. “Don’t even remind me that my legal last name is Woodard, because I want no part of Steve right now.”

Faith stared at the crazy woman standing in the opening of the stall. “I don’t want to get under Vale’s skin.”

“Yes,” Vale’s cousin assured her, looking way too confident for a woman who had yo-yoed during their lunch between bawling her eyes out and professing that she wanted to castrate her soon-to-be ex-husband. “You do. Every woman wants to get under the skin of the man she loves.” She gave a knowing smile. “Why else do you think I’m making Steve pay for his sins?”

Not quite believing her ears, Faith ventured a guess. “To get under Steve’s skin?”

“Darned right.” Sharon put her manicured hand on her hip and straightened her shoulders with determination. “He’ll think twice before he ever cheats again.”

Faith hadn’t believed Vale when he’d commented on his family being crazy, had only believed they were the lovable, generous souls she’d met in Cape May. Now she knew he’d been on to something. Sharon was certifiable. Perhaps she herself was too, because a slow smile spread across her face and her future suddenly didn’t look nearly so bleak.

Two weeks had passed since Faith had walked out of Vale’s office. She wouldn’t talk to him. Not that Vale blamed her, but the entire situation grew more and more ridiculous. How had he ended up on Steve’s side rather than his cousin’s in an argument that shouldn’t have been happening in the first place?

Sharon wouldn’t return his calls. Faith wouldn’t return his calls.

He rapped his knuckles against her apartment door yet again. Apparently, she wouldn’t answer the door at her apartment either.

Unfortunately an angry little lady had opened her apartment door and threatened to call the police if he didn’t leave.