Page 4 of Bossy Playboy Doctor

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.

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