Sincerely, Summer by Nikki Bloom

Paging Dr. Sharpe, paging Dr. Sharpe,
I think you’ve stolen my heart…
And, honestly, I don’t know what to do about it.
Because I can’t resist you when we work together and that body of yours keeps ‘accidentally’ bumping into mine.
Hey, I won’t call HR if you won’t.
But that’s not really the problem… I’d date this smoking surgeon into next Tuesday if it wasn’t for my stupid ex-husband.
He broke my heart.
And I’m too scared to leave it vulnerable a second time.
But, oh, those eyes… how am I supposed to resist those eyes?
And, come on, I can’t ignore the signs of fate. I mean, sure we’re co-workers and all that but before the hospital, you were a blind date.
Those never work.
Yet, here we are.
I’m falling for you – every inch of you.
That hot breath against my ear.
Our bodies close, savoring the warmth of long-forgotten intimacy.
The beating of your heart with mine.
It’s all too good to be true.
I guess that’s why they call you Dr. Sharpe because you’re going to hurt – bad.
I’m going to fall and I’m going to fall – hard.
But maybe it won’t be so bad if I get to kiss those lips – to feel those hands.
And maybe I’m making a huge mistake and I’ll end up with my heart on the operating table.
Will you save me or will I flat line waiting for Mr. Right?