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I gave him a head rub, which was difficult to do considering our height difference.
"So what do we do now?" he asked.
"Why ask me?" I frowned.
"You're my assistant; you know how it works. I mess it up, you fix it," he replied.
"I'm supposed to be helping you become less careless," I sighed.
"And you are," he said as he held my shoulders and stared deeply into my eyes. "Damn, I wish I was an ophthalmologist. It would be a good excuse to continue staring into your eyes."
I shrugged him off. "Stop saying nonsense and focus."
"I am focused, yeesh," he sucked his teeth. "You know, most of the girls would have swooned if they were on the receiving end of that move."
"If they were desperate, or don't have dreams or plans to make a valid difference in their lives and society," I stated. "That and I'm not like any of the other girls".
"Harsh much?" He chuckled, "But you're right. You're nothing like any of the girls I've met."
"Right," I shot him down. "Now what do we do about the beds."
"Still waiting for you to think about something," he said.
"Why do I have a feeling you've already thought up a solution?" I asked.
"Of course I have, but you're the one who's here to learn," he replied. He rested his jaw in an open palm to support his head. He wore an amused expression. "Go ahead. Tell me your plans."
"We could just give out the excess beds to hospitals or medical centers that need them," I said.
"Very good," he replied. "Now draw up a list of local hospitals and medical centers that fall into that category."
My parent's hospital came to mind. They would need some extra beds. So, I added them to the list. I could feel him staring intently at me.
"What?" I asked as I looked up at him.
"I'm just admiring how beautiful you are," he said with zero effort.
His words almost moved me, but I shook my head negatively and focused on my tab, continuing to compile the list.
"Thank you," was all that I said.
I observed and learned a lot of things about Ethan Sullivan. From the nurses at the hospital, I had learned that he was a diehard playboy. The flirting was probably just his way of trying to get me to fall in love with him or something–an attempt I found amusing. But who mentions the fact that it's what he used to get other girls?
I guess his clumsiness wasn't limited to just misplacing files or making the wrong orders.
"I'll go check with the other doctors if they know something," I sighed and got up to leave the office.
"Can we get dinner together as thanks?" he asked.
"No," I smirked and watched his face squeeze in disappointment.
"Yeah, I thought so. I'm busy anyway," he said. He picked up a book and started reading.
"You have an appointment for six pm anyway," I reminded him. "And I'm here all night. So, it won't be possible anyway."
"Oh, right. I forgot," he sighed. "Thanks Stacy."
"You're welcome." I shot back. I smiled and left.
