“Melanie,” he said tightly as he stood there, glaring at the apartment door that belonged to the woman that he’d prayed he would never see again.
“I’m not here right now, but if you would like to leave your name and number I’ll get back to you later,” the smart ass hiding behind the door managed to say before adding, “beep,” further convincing him that she was out of her fucking mind.
“Open. The. Door,” he bit out, enunciating every syllable as he struggled to remember that he was a doctor and that he’d taken an oath not to strangle the infuriating woman that was fucking with his life.
There was a slight pause before she said, “Yeah, I really don’t think that would be in my best interest at the moment. So, if you’d like to come back later after you’ve had some time to calm down then-oh, crap,” she finished with a groan when he decided to stop playing games and decided to press his luck and see if the door was unlocked.