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Hi all
I enjoyed this enemies to lovers book. She is temping for him while her friend is away.

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I arrive at Hero’s house. Newspapers are gathered, the alarm is turned off.

I’m not letting EX ruin my day. Hero’s coffee is placed on the counter with the sugar already added. Wouldn’t want him to tear and stir it on his own, like an asshole.

I brace myself when I hear him coming down the stairs, anticipating more of that sour attitude I got the day before, but he barely glances at me when he enters the kitchen.

In spite of his obvious exhaustion, he is hard to look away from and I respect myself less because of it. Those broad shoulders and pouty mouth of his don’t make him a decent human being. He takes a sip of coffee and closes his eyes.

“Advil,” he demands.

“Drawer to the left.”

He speaks at half-volume, his voice raspy. Once upon a time, I might have felt some pity for him. But I’m a little focused on keeping my pity for myself at present, and he’s old enough to know what happens when you drink yourself into a stupor.

I find the bottle and slide it to him.

“How did you get home?” I ask.

His eyes narrow.

“Unqualified and judgmental. Such a winning combination,” he mutters, pouring way more pills in his hand than he should.

“There’s a service that will bring your car home if you’ve been drinking. Where’s the schedule?”

I cross the room to pull it off the printer. Though Hero generally has one surgery day and one in-office consult day a week, his claim to fame—the part not involving his dick, anyhow—is what occupies every weekend and any free weekday: house calls.

Celebrities don’t want to risk getting photographed with a bruised and bloody face, so Hero goes to them, making home visits like some pioneer doctor, albeit one who focuses more on inflating lips than amputating limbs. He frowns when I hand it to him.

I have no idea if that frown is my fault or the schedule’s, but Friend did warn me Hero is extra cranky on house call days. Which are almost every day of his week, so Friend could have just said he’s always extra cranky, for the sake of efficiency.

He rises. “There’s a woman upstairs. Make sure she leaves after she gets up.”

My jaw falls open. I suppose this is one of the things he referred to so obliquely yesterday.

“You don’t want to, you know, say goodbye to her?”

He raises a single, imperious brow as he reaches for his coffee.

“Why would I, when I’ve got you to take care of it for me?”

“And how exactly am I supposed to get her out of your house? Is there a firearm available, perchance?”

I hear a soft grumbly noise which may be a laugh or is perhaps his way of saying shut the fuck up without actual speech.

“Just take her to breakfast,” he replies, like a man who’s done this a thousand times before.

“It’s best to never end things on the property, in case they refuse to leave. Oh, and send her some flowers.”

My eyes roll so far back I’m worried they’ll get stuck that way.

“What should the note say?”

He shrugs, rising. “I don’t know. You’ll come up with something, I’m sure.”

“Don’t expect a call,” I suggest.

He rubs his forehead.

“How silly of me, thinking you might be able to handle that one detail without guidance. Just thank her for a lovely evening or something.”

“Fine. What’s her name?”

He stops in place, staring at me while he thinks, as if he expects the answer to appear on my forehead.

“Lauren?” he suggests. “Or Eva?”

“Are you seriously telling me you don’t even know the name of the woman you inserted your penis in last night?”

His gaze lands on my mouth for one long moment and then flicks away as he releases a slow, controlled breath.

“Are you seriously telling me I can’t ask you to do one goddamn thing without hearing your opinion about it?”

I guess he has a point, but I can’t seem to let it go.

“I just can’t imagine you don’t actually know her name.”

“I only date women who know to expect nothing from me,” he says, turning to leave. “Learning their names would create false expectations.”

“I’ll make sure she’s gone,” I reply, frowning as he walks away.

It’s exactly the kind of bullshit I’d expect him to say. I just didn’t expect him to sound quite so…unhappy about it.

Wow, definitely room for improvement... ;-)

I have definitely not read this one.

Cranky Doctor needs a lesson in humanity. How does this make him a hero? I want to know how he does it.

I have definitely not read this. And so far… I’m hoping she doesn’t end up with him

Nope have not read how did you uncover this title

So this book is an enemies to lovers - the hero does actually redeem himself... its A Deal with the Devil by Elizabeth O'Roark
Lots of banter!

Thanks for sharing. :-)

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I think you will inhale the two books that are out in this series.
I really liked the second one as well.