And was that another delicate mole on the woman’s right breast?
Fuck.
Casey really needed to get her shit together. She was thirty-four years old, for Christ’s sake, and she needed to stop acting like a sixteen-year-old, hormonal teenage boy.
But it wasn’t her fault. How could she be expected to focus when there was someone as gorgeous and classy as Amira in front of her? She couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was about Amira that was so damn beautiful, but seriously, she was drop-deadgorgeous.
Casey was an absolute professional. She loved her job and she took it seriously. Shenevermixed her work life with her personal life. She’dneverlooked at a coworker this way before. There had been plenty of coworkers in the past that she’d found attractive, but she hadn’t allowed herself to think about it too much because she knew there was no point. She had no intention of ever dating anyone that she worked with, and she wouldn’t even allow herself to entertain the idea.
But Amira…
Amira had her rethinking her whole stance on the “mixing work life with personal life” thing. Casey had already come to the conclusion that she’d give anything to have a chance with this woman.
She wasn’t even sure why. Amira had been completely professional with her this whole time. From the moment that Casey had stepped inside her office, she’d been talking about the basketball player she wanted Casey to have a consultation with. She’d hardly even given Casey a second glance before she’d begun going through all her notes.
And yet, Casey was already wondering what kind of suit she should wear to their wedding.
“Yes,” Casey cleared her throat, nodding her head a little. “Yeah, I’m listening,” she murmured, licking her lips after she caught sight of the mole on Amira’s breast again when she leaned forward to grab another file off the table.
“Really?” Amira sighed. “Because it seems like you’re doing more staring than listening. My eyes are up here.”
If Casey had any shame, she would have blushed and apologized, but she’d lost all her shame long ago.
“I know how to multitask,” she said with a smirk. “I can take notes on the patient’s condition and appreciate how nice your breasts look at the same time.”
Amira choked on a gasp, looking taken aback. She’d clearly been expecting Casey to apologize or deny that she was looking—not openly admit to it, and so casually at that.
“I...You’re not allowed to say things like that!” Amira leaned forward to whisper with wide eyes, looking absolutely scandalized. Casey couldn’t help but melt at the reaction. The woman was just so damncute.
“Well, I tend to say what I think.” She shrugged.
“You should keep your thoughts to yourself, Dr. Rosen!” Amira huffed.
“Right. I’ll make sure to keep my mouth shut about how much I like looking at your breasts from here on out, Dr. Alvarez.”
Amira’s mouth fell open and closed a few times as she tried to figure out how to respond, and Casey waited patiently for her to continue, a smug look on her face as she realized that Amira was speechless.
“I-I think she could really benefit from seeing a psychologist…” Amira continued after managing to collect herself. Her cheeks were still red and her eyes were still wide as they darted around nervously, but aside from that, she seemed to have moved on quite quickly.
Casey rested her elbows on the table and clasped her hands together, resting her chin on them as she watched Amira closely. She imagined Amira on her knees for her. The thought of it drove her crazy.
Amira had the most beautiful dark curly hair, a little frizzy and all over the place, but in a way that looked good. Her makeup was done beautifully too. It was simple and subtle, but it was beautiful.
Casey thought that Amira’s hands were beautiful too as she watched her fingers constantly shuffling through her notes. And her voice was soft and feminine, but somehow commanding.
When Amira pushed her hair behind her ear, Casey imagined how she might gasp if Casey took her earlobe in her mouth. What a delicate beautiful ear.
God, just what I need. A crush on my new co-worker.
It reminded Casey of a conversation that she’d had with her mother a long time ago.
“I knew your father was the one for me when I realized that I found his eyebrows attractive. I'd never had a single thought about a man’s eyebrows a day in my life before that, so I guessed that I must’ve really loved him if I was paying attention to his.You’ll know that you truly love somebody when you find an odd body part of theirs attractive. You may not believe me right now, but just you wait. You’ll see that I’m right, just like I always am.”
Casey had thought it was stupid back then, but now she understood what her mother was talking about. She’d never in her life paid attention to someone’s ears before, and now, she couldn’t stop internally cooing at how adorable Amira’s were.
Casey mentally cursed herself for acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. What had gotten into her? She was usually so chill when it came to women. She was more than used to talking to attractive women and she’d never lost her mind like this before.
Casey had never been in love before. She’d had plenty of relationships in the past, but none of them had lasted and none of the women that she’d been with had made her feel like she was in love.