Amber was still relentlessly grilling me. "Are you really not dating? Then why did Director Sterling say 'our place'? Selena, were you with him last night? Did I interrupt your date?"
She kept glancing back at him with a worried frown. "Selena, isn't this a little harsh? He looks so devastated standing there."
"Let me repeat myself. We are not dating, and we don't live together. Don't misunderstand," I said, grabbing Amber to physically redirect her gaze forward, emphasizing every word. "And quit gossiping. There is absolutely nothing going on between us."
"Then why did he say you left your bag at your place last night?" Amber blinked her bright, inquisitive eyes at me, her thirst for gossip unquenchable.
I was completely stumped. Staring into her bewildered, eager eyes, my cheeks started to burn. "He was talking nonsense!"
It felt impossible to explain.
And I was done trying. I slapped my hand over Amber's mouth to shut her up. "Stop asking!"
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Amber's muffled voice vibrated against my palm.
But she only managed to behave for a few minutes.
The second we stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, she tilted her head to the sky and let out a dramatic, breathy sigh. "Now it all makes sense. No wonder Director Sterling yelled at me so fiercely when the staff was taking bets on whether Dr. Lennox or Caspian would win you over. He used the hospital's 'no romance' policy to shut me down, but that's why he was actually mad!"
"No wonder he lectured you so hard about treating the hospital like a dating pool. He was just jealous and terrified someone else was going to steal you away!"
"Talk about a double standard. Do as I say, not as I do! He forbids everyone else from dating at work, but he's secretly dating you! Ugh, the hypocrisy!"




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