Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Grace
“Grace, there you are,” Renata spoke as she walked up to me.
“Hey, Renata.”
“Listen, Robert Conway called, and he wants you to speak at the medical conference in Las Vegas on the new trauma procedures for the ER.”
“Robert Conway? Gosh, I haven’t seen him in a long time. When is it?”
“You’ll leave next Thursday, and you’ll be speaking Friday morning at ten. Now, I know what next Friday is, and I think it would do you some good not to be here.”
I looked down and tapped the pen I was holding on the counter.
“Another thing, you’ll be going with Dr. Finn.”
“He’s speaking too?” I asked.
“Yes.”
She hooked her arm around mine, and we began walking.
“I know you’re a smart girl, and I don’t have to reiterate what we already talked about regarding him.”
“No, you don’t.” I bit down on my bottom lip. “Listen, Renata. You don’t have to try and protect me.”
“I know I don’t, but I just can’t seem to help it.” She smiled.
“What is it about Dr. Finn that has you so worried? Do you not like him?”
“On the contrary. I love Jamieson. He’s highly intelligent, and he’s an excellent surgeon.
He’s the youngest doctor we’ve ever had here to head up a department.
He earned it. But, on the personal side, he’s very closed off.
He doesn’t let anyone in or near him. He sleeps around too much, gets women’s hopes up, and then crushes them to the point where they quit.
I don’t want to see that happen to you. You’re new here, and he’ll see you as a challenge and charm his way into your life.
He’ll use you, and then things will get messy. ”
“I’m a big girl, Renata.”
“I know, Grace. I just felt like I needed to have this talk with you.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it, but you have nothing to worry about.”
I punched Jamieson’s address into my GPS and headed to his house. I pulled up to 4701 Ocean Front Walk Street in Marina Del Rey and stared at the sprawling home that sat directly on the beach.
“Damn, Dr. Finn,” I spoke to myself.
Walking up to the front door, I rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer. A few moments later, the door opened, and Logan stood there with a smile on his face.
“Grace, come in.” He waved his hand. “We’re out on the beach having a bonfire.”
“Thanks, Logan.” I smiled.
“Can I get you a beer or something?”
“Sure. A beer sounds great.”
“Jamieson is out there.” He pointed to the sand where a bunch of people were gathered and music was playing.
While Logan was getting my beer, I looked around at the four-thousand-square-foot home that was impeccably decorated in whites and grays. Logan handed me my beer, and I followed him out to the beach.
“Look who I brought with me.” He grinned.
“Hello, Grace.” Jamieson smiled. “Glad you could make it.”
Jamieson introduced me to a few nurses and doctors I hadn’t met yet, and I stood there and wondered how many he’d slept with.
“Dr. Harper, it’s a pleasure to meet you finally.” A woman with long red hair smiled as she walked up to me and extended her hand. “I’m Dr. Gail Edmonds. I work up in OB.”
“Nice to meet you, Gail.” I lightly shook her hand.
“I’ve heard a lot about you. I have a friend who works over at Manhattan Memorial. Dr. John Reddy.”
“Yes, I know, John. We worked together in the ER.”
“He had nothing but wonderful things to say about you.”
“I’m happy to hear that. He’s a great guy and an amazing doctor.”
“I hope you’re talking about me.” Jamieson grinned as he walked over to us.
“You’re always the talk of the hospital.” Gail winked at him and placed her hand on his chest.
He gave her a wink back, and it made my belly churn. Yep, he’d slept with her.
“Can I get you another beer?” Jamieson asked.
“Actually, I’d like a scotch if you have any.”
“Music to my ears.” He grinned. “Of course, I do. Follow me.”
We walked back inside his house, and he walked over to his bar and poured me a drink.
“You have a nice place here,” I spoke. “Did you decorate it yourself?”
“No.” He laughed. “I wish I could take all the credit, but I had an interior designer come in.”
He handed me my drink and tipped his glass to mine.
“Welcome to my home, Dr. Harper.”
I gave him a small smile as I brought the glass to my lips.
“Renata told me about Vegas,” I spoke.
“We’re going to have a good time. Once we get through the medical conference, of course. I’m staying the whole weekend since I’m off. How about you?”
“I’m off too. Renata put me on alert about you.” I smirked.
“Not surprised. She already slapped me on the hand. But hey, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”
After a few hours, everyone started to leave. Grabbing my purse, I pulled my phone from it and saw another text message from Sam.
“Don’t do this to me, Grace. I don’t know how much more I can beg you for forgiveness. It’s driving me crazy not seeing you or talking to you. Please, call me, for fuck’s sake.”
“Everything all right?” Jamieson asked as he walked up behind me.
“Yeah.” I hurried and closed the text message.
“Him again?”
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“Sounds like he’s obsessed with you.”
He placed his hand on my cheek and softly stroked it.
“You should change your number.”
My knees felt weak, and I trembled at his touch. Damn those hands.
“I really should get going.”
“You’ve been drinking. I think you should stay.” His eyes stared into mine.
“I only had one beer and a glass of scotch because I knew I had to drive home,” I spoke softly as his hand continued to stroke my cheek.
“You want to stay, and you know it. Plus, you owe me.”
“Excuse me?” I cocked my head.
“Last night, you were horny and asked me to come over. I did, and I happily fulfilled your needs. Now tonight, I’m horny, and I’m asking you to come to bed with me.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.
My trembling skin and the fluttering down below were too much to bear. I couldn’t say no. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t. My body wouldn’t let me.
“Okay.” I softly smiled.
He took hold of my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom.