I didn’t mean for it to be so clipped.
He blinked, putting the water on the side. “And you don’t look medically trained.” He leaned back, shook his head, and let out a deep sigh. “I forgot my contact lenses. Without them, sometimes I feel sick.”
Shit.
Talking about someone’s health wasn’t exactly the professional way to start a placement.
Even if his lips curled into a slight smile.
“I’m not technically qualified,” I admitted, reaching for the clipboard I’d brought from my locker. There were no notes; I just didn’t want to look at him. “I’m finishing up my master’s degree. Livie’s a family friend and offered me a placement.It’s better than the hospital one the university offered me.”
He cocked his head to the side, assessing me. “You’re not what I expected.”
There was nothing for him to expect.
I glanced up. “You’re exactly what I expected.”
He grinned. “Which is?”
“Cocky. Demanding. Angry at the world.”
His grin grew with laughter. “Infuriatingly hot?”
“Okay, see how I said cocky?”
He leaned forward, eyes narrowing in the small space between us. “You’re not denying it, kis szemtelen.” He called me alittle tease?
And I liked that a lot. My face felt warm, and my thighs clenched. Oh, I was in trouble.
“You know you’re hot,” I said with a roll of my eyes. “There’s no point denying it.”
“Come for a drink tonight,” he said. “To thank you for making me sound so poetic today.”
I shook my head. “I’m working, Zoltán.”
He shrugged. “And if I walk out of here, there’s no one for you to work with.”
“There are more people in the world than just you.”
“Are there?”
“Yes.” But his silent gaze made me repeat, “I’m working.”
“I can wait.”
I stood, ready to finish the conversation and demand the final shots with his teammate. “I… I have a boyfriend.”
I tried to keep my expression stoic. Uncaring. Like that didn’t hurt.
He levelled me with an icy, disbelieving look, brows high, then said in English, “Liar.”
“I’m—I’m not.”
“Not once have you stuttered, despite flitting between three languages today,” he said. “Yet you can’t speak English to tell me about your boyfriend?”
Three? Oh yeah,when my sister Everly called, saying she and her boyfriend would be there soon, we spoke in French.
“He’s so hot, I struggle to speak about him,” I retorted, immediately feeling the heat creep up my neck.
