Page 17 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

She has such a stern look; it scares me more than the thought of marrying Emilie.

She shakes her head, no. "We need to talk about it in your office."

Her assertiveness doesn't bother me. What bothers me is that it makes her even sexier. She steps out first when the elevator swings open but waits for me by the door.

"Why are you here?" I ask as she takes the seat across from me.

Her legs are crossed, and her creamy chiffon shirt is visible under her medical coat.

"I would like to be moved from Mr. Jackson's care," she says, "because of his advances."

I sigh. We sometimes record cases of sexual perversion from patients to female doctors or nurses at the hospital, and it is not a surprise that she is coming to me to report one. “That is all?”

"Yes, that will be all for now," she says.

I scowl, realizing how hard it is getting not to look down at her lips.

Her eyes are wonderful to behold, but her lips make you want to grab them hastily.

She walks to the door but turns back. "About last night," she starts, but I stop her.

"What was it about last night?" I say coldly; sometimes, I marvel at how cold I can be to my employee.

"On the roof…," Camile says, "I wanted to say it was a mistake. I was carried away by the moment."

I nod. “As far as I am concerned, yesterday never happened.”

I see her face; she looks relieved at the assurance I give her about the kiss, but she seems shocked at how heartless I sound.

I marvel at how cold that sounded.

She doesn't turn back to leave; she stays to look into my eyes. "One more thing….my eyes, you said they are the most beautiful thing you ever saw last night…."

“Yes,” I say. “I was never lying about that.” She closes the door behind her.

Finally, I let out a long sigh. Those minutes she spent in my office were one of the longest of my life. When the door closes, someone else enters the room.

Someone who doesn’t always knock on the door: Henry.

He flings the door open and sits in the same spot Camile had occupied a few minutes ago.

"Why are you here?" I look up at Henry, busy grinning at me.

“What is Camile doing in your office?” he teases. “She seems to be everywhere you are these days.”

I smile at Henry, and he knows I understand what he is insinuating. "She is one of my staff members; she is always going to be in the hospital."

“She was at the party…you invited her to the party.” Henry is consistent about whatever he thinks is going between with Camile and me.

I shake my head.

“What are you insinuating?” I finally ask, resting back in my chair and folding my hands across my chest.

"Look, brother," Henry begins, "I don't want you to regret this.

You know Mom has this whole marriage thing planned for us. Falling in love with her is a dead end."

I know falling in love with anyone who is not Mother's choice for marriage is a dead end. I have always known it since I was eighteen years old.

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