Page 51 of Dr. Damaged Protector

"No, that's not what she meant," I quickly corrected. "Sarah, he's my boss. You know I have a job now."

"Oh right, right, right," She nodded repeatedly. "I didn't know It was him. I mean, which person's boss visits a sick relative of their staff?"

"He was actually going to see a friend, but I tagged along," I explained.

"Thank you for visiting either way," she said to him.

"You're welcome," he said. "If you want, I could run some tests on you. Ah, never mind, I forgot we weren't in Richmond."

"I'm fine, actually just tired, that's all," she explained. "But now that my niece is here, everything will be alright."

"Have you had anything to eat for lunch?" I asked. "I could make you something."

"Please do," she said.

"All right then, I'll be on my way," Lucas said. "Wonderful meeting you, Sarah."

"Allow me to walk you out," I said as I followed behind him.

"About the client thing, people usually hired me to freelance, so I called them clients," I explained when we left the house.

"Oh, I kind of understand," he said. "I guess I am your client after all."

I wasn't lying, and It was partially true because I actually freelanced after I dropped my old career. But what my aunt referred to was my old life. Hearing Lucas call himself my client bothered me, but I shrugged it off.

"Take good care of her," he advised. "I'll swing by in the evening to make sure everything is doing okay."

"Alright, thank you," I thanked him and waited for him to hail a cab before returning to the house.

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"What the hell, Sarah?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," she apologized. "I was surprised thinking that you had slipped back. I mean, look at him."

"You should have at least called him my boyfriend or something," I said.

"He clearly looks older," she pointed out the obvious. "Also, is he your boyfriend?"

"No," I replied.

"Then what is he?" she asked. "No boss will want to visit a sick relative of his staff. And I stand on that claim."

"I see you're better already, and maybe I should leave," I threatened her.

"And leave me wondering what my innocent niece has been up to in the city?" she asked. "Hell no."

"So, have you slept with him?" she continued the questioning.

"No…" I replied.

"Oh my goodness, you have." She covered her mouth. "How many times? Once, twice?"

"Three times, and it's not important," I defended.

"Says the person who counted," she teased.

"Whatever," I got up. "I'll go make lunch. Are you sure you're okay?"

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