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Gorgeous.

If not for the self-control I had taken years to develop, I'm sure my mouth would have made contact with the floor. Still…she was here. She was really here and not a figment of my imagination. She looked at me; her eyes seemed to recognize me. I noticed the look of surprise and uncertainty in her eyes.

Does she recognize me?

"Hi," I greeted.

She shook her head negatively, dismissing whatever thought she had and offered me a smile, "Good morning, sir."

"You can have a seat." I motioned to the empty chair opposite me. "You're very early."

"A lady or gentleman always arrives thirty minutes early for an official matter," she replied.

"Rosemary Etiquette School?" I raised a brow.

She raised a brow in return, slightly amused. "Yes. I see you and Ethan attended it."

This was something she must have discussed with him in medical school.

"I was her favorite student," I said with pride.

"So was I," she said. "Although Ethan and I found it stiffling.

I forgot about that. If I had known she had found it stiffling, I wouldn't have fumbled it.

"I see," I said, hoping to end the conversation there. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person Dr. James."

"Just Natasha is fine, Dr. Sullivan."

"Ian is fine. There are three Dr. Sullivans."

It was the second time I had to introduce myself, but to her it would be the first. We talked about her role in my hospital; and although she mentioned that she intended to work at Ethan's, she didn't mind working for me. I didn't like being the second option, but I understood her situation. She just wanted to spend more time next to the man she was in love with.

The man she kissed.

Not Ian Sullivan.

But Ethan.

As I listened to her speak, I couldn't help noticing that what I felt the moment I saw her still hadn't left.

"It's a wonderful place," she uttered as I showed her around.

"I'm glad you like it," I said.

"I must admit, I had no idea you were so involved in plastic surgery. If I had known, I might have just applied here from the get-go," she admitted. "With the kind of tech and medical access you have, it's like a dermatologist's dream."

I was proud as she examined my facilities and praised each part she viewed. I could tell she wasn't saying the words of praise to make me feel good. She genuinely meant it.

"We are expecting a lot of patients. Do you have any experience with plastic surgery?" I asked.

"A little. I'm not perfect, but I'm sure I can handle assisting," she replied.

"I'll look forward to having you on my team then," I said.

"I look forward to it as well," she responded. "Can I get to work immediately?"

"Of course, just meet Isaac and he'd show you to your office," I replied. "I'll walk you there."

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