Nathan Riggs wasn't exactly having the best time of his life. Out of all the things he thought he'd be doing as Head of Cardiotheracic Surgery, attending conferences didn't really rank up high on the list. It's been almost a month since the car crash and he was more than ready to get back to work. Of course, being cleared for surgery also meant he's been cleared for the less favorable side of being a doctor. A side that involved him in his least comfortable tux, sitting in the bar of a fancy hotel, enjoying the short break before he has to listen to yet another doctor talk about a research he couldn't care less about.

Meredith leaned across the bar, looking around before taking out the wedgie she's been struggling to get rid of ever since the doctor with the grim face started talking. She swore to herself she would kill Richard for making her attend this conference on behalf of the hospital when she had a shitload of more important things to get done.

Meredith stood there with a glass of champagne in her hand, casually looking through the unfamiliar faces, waving at those she once worked with. She scanned the crowd catching her breath at that one particular face she never expected to see here.

The man screamed sex, the sight of him rendering her unable to think much at all. She watched him let out a failed attempt at a hearty laugh at something the woman he was talking to said. He looked just as miserable as she was, leaning across the bar in a fitted tux that showed his frame oh so perfectly. Meredith found herself wondering how quickly she could take him out of his suit and have her way with him on the bar stool next to him. His brown hair was a bit longer than she remembered and she thought to herself what it would feel like to run her fingers through it. Nathan Riggs was it? She bit her lip at the thought fighting the urge to turn her daydream into a reality. Her fantasy was unfortunately cut short as she felt his set of green eyes looking back at her. She immediately flinched away hoping he didn't notice the way she was drooling over him. What was he doing at a medical conference anyway?

Meredith pretended not to notice him, avoiding eye contact at all costs, but failing miserably. She knew that once he was done conversing with the other doctor, he would come running after her.

Although he was standing across the room from her, Nathan's eyes were glued at her body, studying her from head to toe. Of all the other doctors, Meredith Grey was the one chosen to represent Grey-Sloan Memorial. He could swear it felt like the universe has given him another chance to get her to go out with him. She looked insanely hot. A knee-length black dress clung tightly to her figure showing her perfectly-shaped curves. His eyes roamed along her lace covered chest, appreciating the little cleavage shown, as her dark blonde waves fell across her shoulders effortlessly. He let out a chuckle at how she adorably fidgeted in her place when he caught her eyeing him... again. Her breathtaking form was soon obstructed by the guy that shamelessly walked up to her either to flirt with her or bore her with medical talk. Nathan was struck by a hint of jealousy as he threw back the remainder of his scotch before slamming the glass down on the bar top beside him. He saw her smile from the distance, letting out the same giggle he constantly hoped he'd hear again. He gathered the guts to find an escape route out of the extremely borning conversation he's been trying so hard to keep up with, walking over to where she was standing observing her movements.

"Well hello there, Dr. Grey", Nathan greeted her with a big smile, not minding the person with her.

"Hello Dr...", Riggs. Nathan Riggs.

"Riggs".

"Riggs, right. Its nice to see you again".

"Likewise", he nodded at the other guy who instantly got the memo and walked away. "You look like you're enjoying yourself".

"I actually was.. and then you showed up", she replied as she downed the contents of her drink signaling the bartender for a refill. "Are you stalking me or something?"

Nathan laughed at her reply and Meredith found herself yet again cursing herself for being turned on by his fucking laugh. "Yes. I am. I actually called the hospital and asked for your phone number. And when they refused to give it to me I sneaked in and looked up your schedule and found out you were coming here, so I decided to follow you because, you know, I really enjoy being at those things".

Meredith rolled her eyes, "You never said you were a doctor".

"I don't go around telling people what i do for a living".

"Well yeah, but as a doctor, you'd think you'd wanna take interest in the way you were being treated", She answered simply.

"Not if your doctor was as hot as mine", he smirked, "..and one of the best neurosurgeons in the world ofcourse. I'm a huge fan of your work by the way". He really was. Meredith Grey was one of the most brilliant female surgeons in the country. Although she was the daughter of a world-known legend in medicine, she managed to create her own reputable name. Doctors her age weren't as highly achieved and didn't have their names mentioned in medical journals. Ever since the brilliant technique she used to treat the guy on her flight with the brain bleed, Meredith earned her excellent reputation. She did extremely complicated surgeries, invented some of her own, and even started her own clinical trial.

Meredith smiled at his compliment, "Thanks".

"Anytime", he smiled back in awe at the way she blushed. "So what do you say I get you out of this horrible place and take you out for dinner?" he stepped dangerously close to her drugging her with the scent of his aftershave.

She looked him in the eyes noticing how they've become a shade darker. "As tempting as your offer sounds, I'm gonna have to pass. Richard begged me to make a good impression of the hospital and leaving halfway through isn't exactly doing so", she said placing her hand on his chest as she pushed him away.

She was impossible. The most stubborn woman he's ever met in a way that made her so fucking sexy. For someone as petite as her, she was extremely bossy. He fought the urge to hold her gentle hand which felt so perfect against his chest and kiss her lips that were covered with a touch of light lipstick. Her lips were moving again. Probably giving some more excuses on why she can't have dinner with him.

"..even if i did wanna ditch this conference you'd be the last person I'd do it with".

"I thought we had a moment back there", he joked pretending to be confused, "I complimented you and you thanked me. Wasn't that us getting along for once?"

"Your idea of getting along is me thanking you for calling me a good doctor?", she smirked at his amusing demeanor.

Nathan nodded then shrugged smiling back at her.

"Fine. I'll have dinner with you. Only because I'm starving and salmon bites and bruschettas aren't doing it for me", she suggested childishly getting off the stool leaving him stunned by her unexpected response.

He was damned. It was only the second time he's met with her and she already had him wrapped around her finger. He found himself walking at her lead as she gave him an incredible view of her perfectly-shaped ass.

"So where are you taking me?", she looked back at him noticing him glance at her ass then look away when she caught him.

"Unbelievable! I give you a chance at being a gentleman and yet you feel the need to dirty everything up", she shook her head disappointingly.

"It's not my fault you're walking infront of me. Its an uncontrolled reflex. Out of my hand. You cant really blame me for it", he innocently shrugged at his attempt of justifying himself.

Meredith sighed. Not that she minded the dirty looks he gave her, hell if he knew the thoughts she was having about him, he'd be the one criticizing her.

Nathan stopped a cab opening the door for Meredith to get in. The drive to the restaurant was relatively quiet with each of them silently stealing glances at the other. Somehow Meredith's sitting position had managed to hike her dress up further, giving Nathan a perfect glimpse of the skin of her lower thighs. His inner struggle was apparent in his eyes as he tried to tear his gaze away but even if he had been able to, the growing bulge beneath his pants would give him away. She was a drug. Nathan rarely ever got turned on by this little revelation yet he found his bulge painfully growing at the sight.

Meredith sat there quietly observing the unfamiliarity of the background. She looked over at nathan noticing him fidget anxiously in his seat in discomfort. "You okay?"

He couldn't be caught. She would probably think he was some sort of perve solely interested in getting in her pants. He just couldn't.

"Yeah! just a little hot that is all", was all he managed to say as he let down the windows.

He looked stiff. Awfully quiet unlike his usual self. There was something..oh god is that.. he is hard.. and big!

Meredith looked away instantly as she tried to avoid thinking about the fuckable horny man next to her. Meredith often felt bad that guys had to suffer with the fact that people could tell when they were aroused. Damn if she got a boner everytime she was turned on, she would have gotten one the moment she laid her eyes on him at the hotel. They both let out a sigh of relief as the cab let them down at their destination. Meredith watched Nathan overpay the cab driver then walk towards her. In someway he was able to cover his now not very apparent bulge as they were lead by the hostess to an open table. They sat in their seats awkwardly, both struggling to let go of the little cab "incident".

"I've never tried this restaurant before ", Meredith pointed out looking through the menu in attempt to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah? It's my favorite. One of the bests in LA actually".

"Didn't pick you for the fancy restaurants type", she raise her brow still shuffling in the menu.

"What? I'm gonna try to not to be offended there".

"Well you shouldn't!", she said convincingly, "it's actually a good thing that I think you're not".

"Thanks", he shook his head.

She was really beautiful. He found himself observing her every move. The way she was so focused while going over every choice on the menu, occasionally asking his opinion about some of the dishes. Strands of blonde hair fell across her face and he fought the urge to tuck them behind her ear. "You look beautiful, by the way", he stammered avoiding eye contact.

"Thank you. You don't look too shabby yourself", she giggled at his cute gesture. "So, since it's your favorite restaurant, what do you recommend I have?"

"The Steak Au Poivre they have is pretty great".

"I'll have that then".

Nathan motioned the waiter to take their orders and they resumed to making small talk while they waited for their food to be served.

Meredith was happy. It's been a long time since she's been able to open up to someone like she did with Nathan. He was easy to talk to and something about him made her feel very comfortable. He was also right. The food was indeed exquisite.

Nathan asked for the bill after which they walked out the restaurant alongside each other.

"So, I should get back to my hotel".

"I'll go with you", he said nervously, "to drop you, I mean. If you want me to".

"We could share a cab".

Nathan nodded waving for a cab to stop before the both of them got in.