Chapter 169: Harassment
I didn’t do mornings. Or at least not willingly.
You would think that the number of times I had to be up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast made, laundry going, and the cleaning started, I would be used to it.
But no, I hated mornings with a passion.
And yet, the good doctor seemed to love them.
I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know that he was practically bouncing on his fancy shoes or that there was a giant smile on his face as he watched me. No, I could feel that shit from where I was.
And all without coffee in him. It was sickening.
"Do you enjoy watching someone sleep, doctor?" I asked, my voice raspier than I intended. However, at this ungodly hour, he was lucky I was actually speaking.
"You would be the first," he admitted, the soles of his shoes hardly making any noise. In fact, if I hadn’t been so trained to wake up at the slightest disturbance, I might not have even known he was there.
Wait...
The picture of him watching his patients as they slept made me want to commit murder... my only problem was that I didn’t know if I wanted to kill them for attracting him or him for being attracted.
Either way, if he had said anything other than me being his first, I was going to be cranky.