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Contents Title Page (Front Matter) About This Book Copyright Page Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight A "Test" for Amity Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty One Epilogue Prescription for Submission Trent Evans About This Book Scorching hot grumpy boss medical romance featuring a stern, doctor and his flighty young secretary. Dane is a man who likes things done his way, especially in his medical practice. But when Amity, a beautiful yet irresponsible girl, begins working as his receptionist, he knows he's got his hands full. She may be flighty and naïve, but she also yearns for a man with a firm hand to show her the ropes. And she's found the perfect man. Unfortunately for her, that man happens to be her very grumpy but very sexy boss, Dr. McKendrick. It's bad enough that he's fifteen years her senior...but he's irresistible too? Perhaps a girl like Amity should be more careful what she wishes for... * * * If you'd like to be notified of new Trent Evans books, sign up here for his New Release e-mail alerts. No Spam — just new books! Copyright © 2023 by Trent Evans All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and as such, any similarity to existing persons, places, or events must be considered purely coincidental. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers aged 17 and under. For mature readers only. Published in the United States by Shadow Moon Press First Electronic Edition: December 2014 Second Electronic Edition: April 2023 Chapter One “Where’s Amity?” Dane frowned, sipping from his steaming coffee. It was 7:15, patients were already arriving in the lobby — and his admin was nowhere to be found. Again. “Why don’t you just cut her loose? How many times is this now?” Cathie, his nurse-assistant, may have been the soothing presence at the bedside, but Dane knew better. Just under the surface, she was pure steel. Her cobalt eyes and the pleasing willowy figure that her dark blue scrubs couldn’t quite hide, were deceptive. More than once, he’d seen men foolishly take her for a weak-willed bimbo. The blonde-haired tigress-in-nurse’s clothing had quickly set them straight If only those poor bastards knew what the woman really liked to do. “We’ve been over this, Cathie.” Dane leaned back, his chair creaking. “I can’t just fire her.” “You mean you don’t want to fire her.” Dane glared at the blonde woman across the staff room table. “What’s that supposed to mean, nurse Severin?” She gave him a little wiggle of an eyebrow and sipped from her tea. By all rights, Dane knew he should’ve fired Amity long ago. Despite the girl’s cheerful personality, and a truly disarming sweetness, she never seemed to be present in whatever she was doing, her attention always slipping, flitting off elsewhere. It wasn’t as if her job was particularly demanding — as admin, she basically just directed traffic in Dane’s office — but it didn’t mean it wasn’t important. The girl was inattentive, and chronically late, there was no doubt about that. He should’ve pushed her out ages ago, but it wasn’t that simple. It never was. There were always complications when granting favors to the powerful. Dane sighed, pushing his chair away from the table and standing. “You want to get exam 2 ready? I’ll go get the first patient and bring her back.” “Doctor and secretary now?” Cathie tilted her head, grinning. “You need a raise, Dr McKendrick. Or learn to delegate better.” “Shut it.” But he couldn’t suppress a weary smile. As he walked down the hallway toward the lobby, its clear glass walls shimmering with the early morning sunlight, Dane thought it over. Something had to be done, but what? You could do it the old-fashioned way, tough guy. Jesus, that was the last thing he needed. Sure, the thought of turning the girl over his knee and smacking some sense into that bottom of hers wasn’t entirely unpleasant — far from it — but he knew he had to keep trying with her. This was the price for favors. No good deed ever goes unpunished. Oh but bad deeds need to be punished too. One more chance — then he’d have to consider the other options. Even the old-fashioned ones. He plastered on a bright smile, and pushed open the door to the lobby. “Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher. Ready for your check-up? Come on back.” He let the heavily pregnant woman slip past him. As he turned to follow her, the smoked glass of the front entrance door opened, cool air flooding in. It was Amity. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail he suspected was frantically done in the rear view mirror while she sat at red lights in traffic. The gray knit sweater, the snug fit and cleavage revealing plunge of the neckline doing absolutely nothing to deemphasize the round, generous breasts, was buttoned haphazardly, one of the buttons actually undone, leaving a gape below the swell of her breasts that exposed pale skin. At least her skirt wasn’t wrinkled this time, but it was, as usual, a size smaller than it should’ve been — and way too short. He stood in the doorway to the office hallway, watching her, his arms crossed over his chest. Her appearance didn’t help things, at all, nor did the way her lush bare thighs moved as she scampered on her heels to find her chair behind the lobby’s desk. You’re her boss, asshole. “Do you know what time it is?” “Work time, right?” She quickly donned her headset, giving him a quick glance. She was out of breath, and he almost smiled, imagining her sprinting from the parking garage to the office doors,