He's got magic hands, a perfect body, and a horrible attitude. I never wanted to get anywhere near Dr. Piers Hood. He's a total jerk, and he thinks he's the greatest surgeon in the country. So when I get assigned to him during my surgical residency, I keep telling myself it won't be more than work. Right up until the point where we kiss in the break room. Sometimes I wish I could cut off my own ears so I don't have to listen to him anymore. And I definitely regret that honestly super hot make out session. Except he's stupidly gorgeous, on top of being wildly talented, and I sort of hate how much I like being around him. The world falls at his feet, and Piers floats along like it's no big deal. At least he's very good at what he does. I have a lot to learn from him, assuming I don't end up taking a scalpel to his way-too-perfect face first. Now this arrogant surgeon wants way more from me, and I'm terrified I'm going to give it to him.