The Worst Guy

Sebastian Stremmel is in one hell of a mood.He's been there for about 42 years. He's not about to change so don't bother asking. Another thing he doesn't want to do? Deal with the noisy new know-it-all reconstructive surgeon Sara Shapiro who won't stop stomping around his surgical floor like she has a single clue how to handle trauma cases. She doesn't, and he has no problem telling her as much... even if it lands them both in eight weeks of hospital mandated conflict resolution sessions. Eight weeks is a long time to slog through communication exercises with someone you dislike on a cellular level, but as if that wasn't enough, she's moved into his apartment building too. Now, he can't turn around or close his eyes without seeing her golden hair shining back at him and hearing her throaty laugh in his head. He doesn't want to like her. She's loud and knows everything, and her snack preferences are absurd and she doesn't seem to wear panties under her scrubs, and he doesn't want to like her at all.He doesn't want to find comfort in the rare slice of softness she shows him and he doesn't want to discover desire like he's never known before in her bed. He doesn't.But even the worst moods are bound to change eventually.