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Olive skin, hair as dark as night, and hazel eyes that seemed like they weren't supposed to be there. Even as she remained squatting, her curves belonged in a girlie magazine. The anger on her face from the pain, for some odd reason, made her look hotter.
That wasn’t all. My heart was pounding. Like really hard. Did I walk too fast when I came out of the elevator? That must be it.
There's no way she's the reason my heart was pounding so hard.
"I'm sorry," I swallowed hard and helped her pick up the folder and her phone. The phone's screen was damaged.
"Oh God, no," she groaned and took the phone.
"I'll repair it," I offered.
"I should have been more careful, I wasn't watching where I was going," she admitted. "You don't have to pay for anything."
"I insist," I said, as I handed her the folder she had dropped. "Send me the bill."
"Okay, thank you," she said and got up, then stretched toward me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Sullivan."
I must have been hallucinating because I swear I saw a halo around her as she stared down at me. She extended her hand.
What's going on with me?
I made a mental note to get an ER scan at the end of the day.
"There are three Sullivans, just call me Ethan," I said as I accepted her hand.
She was short, around my chest level, so she had to look up to me. She was even more breathtaking from this angle. I don't know why I did it, but I placed my hand on her head and gently rubbed it.
"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked.
"I honestly have no idea," I replied. "You seem petable."
"I have an interview with you, sir," she said but didn't move her head away.
"Stacy Roberts?"
"Yeah."
"You're hired," I said instantly.
"Okay, I think you're being hypnotized," she said as she took my hand off her head. "Can we go to your office and get started?"
"Yes, ma'am," I answered.
"So, where's your office?" she asked.
"Oh, right…uh, right this way," I chuckled nervously and led the way.
Something was wrong with me. Maybe my heart was trying to tell me something. A new woman to satisfy my urges or something more? As we got into my office, she got seated.
"Just give me a second. I think I have a copy of your CV and other things…" I said as I looked at the clutter on my desk. "Just a second."
It was embarrassing. I moved files aside and opened my drawers but still couldn't find them.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat to get my attention, pulled out her documents from a folder, and placed them on my desk. "Does that help?"
"Thank you," I answered.
"Are you… perhaps, clumsy?" she asked.
