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I’man awkward mess as I pull up in front of my office. Cali drives into the spot beside me. I glance through my passenger window and catch her yawning wide as she turns her car off and throws the keys in her purse.
Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her to come. Maybe she’s too tired. Maybe…she’s so incredibly sweet…
I’m feeling things I haven’t. Moving to Everville wasn’t meant to lead to a relationship and with my past, I’m not sure I should even be thinking about starting something.
I can be professional. She’s only here for plants. Only…
She steps out of her car and her curves evaporate every thought in my head. She’s got booty and that’s my brain’s kryptonite apparently.
“My office is this way.” I nod and she stares up at the marble exterior.
“Doesn’t Dr. Thomas work out of this building?”
“I took over his practice.”
“Oh…that makes sense. He was my eye doctor.”
“Retired last year. How long has it been since you’ve had an exam, Ms. Marcus.”
“I plead the fifth.”
I laugh. “That only works for politicians and guilty people.”
“You caught me.”
Being with her is easy and her sass draws me in like I’m edging toward falling into something I won’t be able to pull myself out of.
I lead her into the professional building and up to the third floor. We back against the wall of the elevator and our shoulders brush. I turn to face her so my cock will stop reminding me how long it’s been since I’ve been with a woman.
Yeah, I know, a really long time…
“I had the office renovated when I took over, so it’s not the same brown carpet…it’s gray now.”
She laughs. “Big changes?”
“What can I say? I like things simple.”
The door opens and I motion her to go out while holding the doors open. We walk to the glass doors and I unlock them and punch the code into the security system.
My optometry unit takes up half the floor, with my office tucked into a back corner. Cali smiles as she steps inside, a look that creates a rosier glow than the early evening light of the setting sun filtering in through the wall of windows.
“This is a great window.” Her face beams as she tosses her jacket on the leather couch and looks around with a true wonder in her turquoise eyes—a special kind of blue I’ve never seen before. “You have this great south-facing window, and this long windowsill would be the perfect place for a few pots or a planter.” Hands on her hips, she looks deep in thought.
Damn, she’s cute when she’s in business-mode.
“So, what’s the verdict? Anything in particular you’d recommend?”
“You know what would look great and do really well in here? Orchids.”
“Orchids?”
“They’ll love this amount of sunlight. The temperature in here is perfect. They’ll soften the edges of the marble floors and the more contemporary artwork. And they’re really beautiful and elegant.”
I don’t know about elegant, but you’re definitely as beautiful as an orchid, Cali. Though, I’d guess a lot less fragile.
She continues, “I’ve always found them comforting to have around. They’ll bring a freshness and the pop of color this room is lacking, and they’ll help get rid of any cold, sterile feel that comes along with a doctor’s office,” she adds.