“That’s what I thought,” she finally says, breaking the awkward silence that so easily filled the room. A part of me wants to kiss that sarcastic smirk off her damn face, and the other part of me wants to be a d**k and say something I shouldn’t. Instead, I choose the high road and try to make my exit. What happened between us before can never happen again. Ever.
“Whatever you say, Dr. Bell. Goodnight,” I tell her after I finish my coffee and walk out of the break room. When I clear the doorway, I hear her groan, which makes me smile. I’m getting to her, breaking her down little by little. I bet she’s wondering which one of us will snap first. It sure as hell won’t be me. Since the moment I saw her step off that elevator, I’ve tried to push her away. I’ve tried to make her hate me, but thi
