Entangled With A Psycho Roommate

April Scott was a new intern in the Anesthesiology Department at Northwood University Medical Center, and despite rehearsing how calm and composed she would appear, her nerves betrayed her the moment she stepped inside. If only she knew what the day had in store for her, she might have as well followed her instincts. After showing her ID at the security desk, she hurried toward the elevator. Her department was on the twelfth floor.

The lobby was a beehive of activity, patients, stretchers, nurses, orderlies and that familiar pungent smell of disinfectant that screamed welcome to the real world.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal a tall, young, gorgeous man standing inside, clad in a crisp lab coat. His brown wavy hair looked as though it had been styled with a broom, messy and tousled.

"Oh my God. This guy is freaking hot." She mulled wordlessly to herself. He must be a doctor. Can't be more than thirty, she thought, catching a strong wisp of his cologne which did things to her head. He should have been a model or an actor instead.

"Are you coming in or not?" His voice was deep, stern, and impatient.

She rolled her eyes before stepping in, masking her feelings. The doors slid shut.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" he growled.

April took a slow deep breath and kept quiet. His voice was husky and smooth.

He scoffed. "You're ignoring me?"

"What?" She glared up at him, meeting his gaze.

"Are you normal?" he snapped.

"I should be the one asking you that."

"Really?" His brows shot up.

"What did I do wrong, huh?"

"Why did you roll your eyes at me, stupid?"

April froze. Was he for real? How can this hot looking guy be so cranky? "Are you actually a doctor, or is that lab coat for someone else?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Good question. What do I look like to you?"

A psycho, she thought angrily, biting her lip as she stared down at her feet. He couldn't even pretend to be nice at least.

"Won't you say something? What do I look like to you?"

"A psycho," she blurted just as the elevator stopped. She bolted out and hurried to the locker room to change, trying to shake his image off her head. It was way too early to want to have a bad start.

...

Dr. Adrian Smith wasn't okay.

Not after sharing an elevator with her. She was too hot and attractive for her own good. Was she really a nurse?

He should never have let her in. That part was on him.

She had actually dared to call him a psycho. What gave her the nerve and effrontery?

"Dr. Smith," Naomi, the head nurse of the Anesthesiology Department, called.

"Yeah?"

"You asked to see all the new interns before their orientation."

"Yes. Let them in."

He smirked. He couldn't wait to see her face when she realized exactly who she had disrespected. He bet she would be on her knees, crying for mercy.

April Scott. Anesthesiology Department.