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"Done, sir," he said. Still unsure of what had come over me, he stretched his hand to take the paper.

"I'll hold on to this," I said. "I assume you already have a copy?"

"Yes I do," he replied. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is perfect."

Monday had finally arrived. My heart pounded, anticipating seeing her again. I brought out my phone and checked her number. I hadn't received a text from her, nor a call. At first, I was worried that she was going to text Ethan's real number, but I would know because Ethan would have told me about the kiss accusation.

I was still safe.

From what I could gather, she had attended the same school I did. It was going to be a problem if she found out that I had swapped identities with Ethan. Lucky for me, he usually shared all he did during the week. I could keep up the lie, using the things he would tell me. Hopefully, it would be enough.

My phone started to ring. Ethan…I started to panic. Maybe he had actually spoken to her. I should have made sure that she deleted his number after saving mine.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Oh, hey, the family and I just landed in the Maldives," Ethan replied. "I've already spoken to Ben, but thank you for volunteering to watch over my place for the month."

"It's no problem," I said, "Is that all?"

"Hmm? Expecting anything else?" he asked.

Yes.

"No, just wanted to make sure you didn't forget anything in Richmond or Glen," I replied.

"Nah, we triple checked. Besides, Stacy handled all the packing," he added.

"Isn't that supposed to be your job?"

"Maybe you haven't dated for so long that you've actually forgotten this is the twenty-first century. There's no role for things like that anymore."

"Yeah, right," I scoffed. "Enjoy your trip…and extend my greetings to your wife and son."

"I will. Take care little bro," he said before hanging up.

"Take care," I whispered as I stared at the caller ID.

This was wrong, but I had no choice. Maybe if she saw me, she'd change her expectation of both of us and stick to my image. Perhaps there was really no need.

****

I was nervous, and it was a strange feeling. I had walked into emergency rooms or operation theaters without as much as breaking a sweat, except if the room became too hot. I had given speeches at conferences, met with diplomats from different countries, and never once had I felt nervous. But the very idea of her coming to my hospital had me breaking out in a cold sweat.

I paced back and forth in my office. She was due to arrive in thirty minutes, so I planned to confess and tell her the truth, hoping we could start over.

"Hey, Natasha. I'm Ian Sullivan. Remember when you kissed my brother, Ethan? That was actually me," I said to the wall.

What am I doing? I groaned and sunk into my chair. Would she be interested in me? Or do I finally give in and change into an image she'd love. There came a knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Good morning, Dr. Sullivan. I'm Dr. Natasha James."

Shit, she was early. "Come in," I said.

As the door opened, I was greeted by a sight accompanied with a breath of fresh air. As she stepped into my office, I saw that she had dressed in a sophisticated yet alluring ensemble - a tailored charcoal gray pantsuit that accentuated her slight curves. The blazer fitting snugly but not too tight. Beneath it, a silk emerald blouse peeked out, its color complementing her striking emerald eyes. The blouse had a tasteful V-neck, offering a subtle hint of sexual allure without being too revealing.

Her golden hair fell gracefully around her shoulders in loose waves, framing her face elegantly. She had completed the look with a pair of sleek black high-heeled pumps that added a touch of sensuality to her overall appearance while maintaining a professional edge. A delicate gold necklace with a single emerald pendant graced her neck, drawing attention to her neckline without overwhelming the ensemble.

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