Dr. Arrogant and Mr. Vanity (Slowly Editing)

Chapter Thirteen: An Old Friend

*EMILIO EYE CANDY ON SIDE ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------->*

“Dr. Klein – someone is here to see you,” a nurse said knocking on my door. I glanced up from my paperwork quickly, staring her down. 

“Send them in,” I muttered casually as my eyes skimmed over the paperwork. I glanced up as soon as something dropped onto my desk. It was a card. I tore it open quickly to see a paper heart inside. I shook my head as my eyes met two hazel green ones. A smirk crept across my face as I saw Emilio smiling at me. He was gripping a bouquet of flowers – red roses. I groaned as he sat down in the chair in front of me.

“What?” he shrugged. “You don’t like them.”

“No – there just a little cheesy,” I sighed. “And cliché.”

“Valentine’s day in itself is a cliché,” he retorted.

“Touché,” I muttered as I signed some papers. “Too bad – it’s not for another three weeks.”

“I like to get a head start,” Emilio chuckled. “Will you be my valentine?”

“Emilio – I’m your boyfriend,” I scoffed. “Do I have a choice?”

“I’m glad you feel that way because I have plans on Valentine’s Day for the two of us and I want you to take the entire day off,” he nodded. 

“Can’t,” I sighed. “I have plans.”

“Plans? What kind of plans?” Emilio asked biting his lip a little.

“I have a sort of Valentine’s Day ritual thing that I do every year,” I tried to explain. “Just this thing I do with my friend every year.”

“A friend? What kind of friend?” he questioned. ”You don’t have any friends.”

I could tell he was getting a little angry about this. He dropped the roses onto my desk as he crossed his legs. He meant business now.

“I have friends!” I retorted. “He’s actually been away at Peace Corps. He’s coming back next week.”

“He?” he repeated for clarification.

“Yes he,” I nodded rolling my eyes. God, Emilio could be so judgmental. He tapped his fingers across my desk as he nodded for me to go further. I was guessing he wanted me to elaborate on this friend. Who knew Emilio could be such the jealous type?

“Emilio – Don’t do this,” I groaned.

“Do what?” he asked.

“This silent thing that you do – where you expect me to know what you’re thinking,” I said shoving my papers into my desk.

“Tell me about this friend,” he continued. “Better yet, what makes him more important than me on Valentine’s Day? I’m your boyfriend.”

“Don’t pull that boyfriend card,” I said. “I didn’t say we couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day together I just said that I can’t spend the whole day with you.”

“No,” Emilio argued. “For a ritual with a guy you’ve never told me about! I don’t think so.”

“Emilio,” I said raising my voice. “He’s just a friend from Medical school. His name is Dylan. He went away to the peace corps last year and just came back last week. He’s coming up to town and will be staying with me for a few days. That’s it.”

“Wait a minute! He’s staying with you?” Emilio said his eyes opening wide in shock.

“Yes,” I nodded. “He’s staying in my guest bedroom.”