I walk into work and feel a wave of relief when I get there. I haven’t been comfortable on the streets since Victor popped up out of the shadows the other night. My desk is waiting for me, as are the stacks of files behind it.
It’s nice being early and being the first one in. I drop my things on my desk and get started right away. I’ve successfully organised about a fifth of the files in the shelves. This morning I move on to a new section. It’s more recent, from only three years ago. The files are heavy but I drag them down and start working.
Once they’re organised chronologically, I get to work organising them alphabetically in each year’s box. A name catches my eye on the top of the pile: Melodie Sanders. I glance up. I’m still alone. Curiosity gets the most of me and I open the file up.
I’m greeted with a long itemised list of work that she’s had done. My eyes trail down the paper, eyebrows shooting up. She’s definitely spared no expense. One line item catches my eye: Aesthetics Management Fee. That fee is almost as much as the most expensive procedure.
My brows furrow as I read through the list of procedures again. There’s a consultation fee, procedures fees, itemised list of materials. This extra “management� fee doesn’t make sense. I flick over to the file below it, one Estelle Smith. No Aesthetics Management Fee in that one.
Something is strange with this. When I worked as an accountant, people would sometimes try to hide income or over-report expenses as a tax evasion tactic. This is exactly the type of thing we’d be looking for.
I shake my head. I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ve been here three days working reception and already I think I’m uncovering some underhanded fraud conspiracy. I shouldn’t be looking through these files anyways. I close Melodie’s file and stack it alphabetically, putting the pile back in the shelf behind me.
The management fee keeps circling back to the front of my mind, but I don’t have time to investigate any further. Doctor Yates walks in the door. I look up from my desk and smile.
“Good morning!�
Did his eyes just narrow? He glances at my desk.
“No filing this morning?� I feel the urge to lie to him, to hide the fact that I was looking through the files. Instead, I smile.
“Just a box before I you walked in, should be done by the end of next week.�
“Good work, Emma. Glad to have you on board.� His voice is gruff, he sounds anything but glad to have me on board. He rushes past me and down the hallway.
Just as the door to his office closes I let out a sigh. My heart is beating hard in my chest, and my palms have gone sweaty. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Why did that make me so nervous? I feel like I’m doing something wrong but I’m trying to help. Victor’s face floats into my mind and I shake my head. I’m just being paranoid.
The phone rings and I answer.
“Manhattan Aesthetics, how may I help you?�
“Emma, it’s Stuart. Can you come to my office please?�
“Sure thing, I’ll be right there.�
I put down the phone and stare ahead into space. He definitely did not look happy with me looking through those files, maybe he’s calling me over to his office tell me off. All of a sudden my heart is beating again and my leg is jumping up and down. I’m nervous.
I stand up and straighten my skirt. I crunch my curls and check my lipstick in my pocket mirror. Setting my shoulders back, I take a deep breath and head to his office. Before I can knock on the door, it swings open.
“Emma, come in,� Doctor Yates says without looking at me. I glance in the room and see him. Elliot, sitting in a seat across from Dr. Yates’ desk. I shuffle in and glance over at him. He stares straight ahead and doesn’t stir when I sit down. Fine, I think. Be that way.
“Emma, I called you in here with Elliot to let you know I’ve selected you to accompany him to the conference next week. It’s a wonderful opportunity and I think Elliot could use the help preparing his presentation.â€� “Stuart, like I said earlier, there’s no need. I’ll be fine on my own.â€� Dr. Yates holds up a hand and Elliot stops talking. “Doctor Davis,â€� he says in a hard voice. “This is an important event and we need to represent the practice to the best of our abilities. Emma here has shown some initiative, I think it would be a good help for you and a wonderful experience for her. I won’t here any more complaints. Now Emma,â€� he says, turning his gaze to me. “Please continue to come in early, but go see Dr. Davis. Your filing project can wait until you get back.â€� “Fine.â€� Elliot says. He puts his hands on the chair’s arms and pushes himself up. His cologne fills my nostrils when he brushes past me. It’s spicy and musky and it sends a thrill through me. He leaves the room and takes my breath with him. I glance up at Dr. Yates. Is he serious? A two day conference across the country? With Elliot Davis?? The thought of being alone with him for two days simultaneously fills me with dread and a deep sense of excitement. I wonder if he would still be so rude when we’re outside the office. “Thank you, Doctor.â€� I finally say to him. “It’s my pleasure,â€� he responds, softening his eyes. “Make sure that man does the best he can.â€� I smile. “I will. I’ll get back to my desk now, I think the first clients are arriving soon.â€� He waves a hand to dismiss me. I walk out of his office and close the door behind me. Dr. Davis’ office is just two doors down. I glance in that direction and take a step towards him, and then pause. You know what, he stormed off and obviously doesn’t want my help, and is hell bent on being as rude as he can to me. Let him struggle as much as he wants to. I’ve got work to do. He doesn’t’ deserve my help. Chapter 12 – Elliot
Once again I’m slumped in my chair, wondering how I’ll get myself out of this one. I can’t spend two days alone with her! Everyone knows what happens at conferences. There’s a day full of talks and then it’s just a boozy evening. “Networking� or whatever they like to call it. I have to stop myself staring at her every time I’m in the same room as her. She walked in to Stuart’s office and those curves were screaming my name. It was all I could do to keep looking at Stuart’s gnarly face. I close my eyes and breathe deep. I had to glue my hands to my thighs, all I could think of was running my fingers down her spine and over that round ass of hers. I need to stop this. Stuart wasn’t joking around, and I’m going to be spending time alone with her whether I like it or not. I sigh. She made me a coffee yesterday and has been making an effort to be nice to me, and what have I done? I’ve ignored her and treated her like she’s invisible. If only she knew that she’s anything but invisible to me.
I feel off-balance. My world has shifted and I don’t know how to react. Every time I look at Emma all I see is her. My Chloe. She had the same eyes, the same smile. I feel a tightness in my chest and my eyes are prickling. How can I compare them! How can I compare anyone to Chloe?! It’s wrong. It’s a betrayal. I promised Chloe I’d take care of Gracie, and that’s what I’ve done for the past seven years. Nothing has changed except my dick seems to think I’m fourteen years old again. I’m a grown man, for crying out loud. I can control myself. With one more deep breath I stand up and march myself out to reception. I see her before she hears me coming. She’s leaning over her desk looking at a stack of files. Her grey pencil skirt is hugging her hips and ass like it was made for her. Her curls are falling over her face and I can just see how she’s biting her lip in concentration. Just the sight of her like that, leaning on her desk makes my cock twitch in my pants. I feel the unfamiliar thrill of desire rush down my spine and I have to grip the wall to steady
myself. How does she do this to me?! I clear my throat and she jumps a little, slamming the file she was looking at closed. “Oh, Dr. Davis,� she says, surprised. She looks flushed, embarrassed. I try to glance over at the file she was staring at so intently but I can’t see the name. My eyes drag back to her and I feel my cock twitch again. The buttons on her blouse are straining against her chest and all I can think about is what it would feel like to rip it open and pull her against me. I clear my throat again. “Emma,� I start. I look away, to the floor, the window, anywhere but those eyes. “I wanted to apologise. I’ve been rude to you and you’ve been only nice to me since you got here. We have to work together and I want this conference to go as smoothly as possible.� “Oh,� she breathes. She clears her throat as well. “It’s ok, Dr. Davis. Do you.. Do you need help preparing anything?� “No!� That sounded too loud, too abrupt. I try to soften my voice. It’s so hard to talk to her without imagining what her skin would taste like. “No, thank you. Not right now. I might ask you to help me with the presentation once I’ve written up the content. I’m not great with computers.� “Well!� her face brightens. “Today is your lucky day, Doctor!� I know that, I think instinctively. “Because you’re looking at the master of all things PowerPoint. I will make the shit out of your presentation!� She sweeps her hands in a dramatic motion and poses in front of me like she’s on The Wheel of Fortune. I feel my lips betray me, curling upwards into a smile. She’s beaming and I can’t help but start laughing. It bubbles up from my core and shakes my shoulders until she’s laughing as well. It feels good to laugh. It feels good to laugh with her. “I guess it is my lucky day,� I respond. She smiles back and then stares at me with those deep brown eyes. “You should smile more,� she says softly. “It suits you.� I don’t know how to respond, so I say nothing. My smile fades and I nod, turning around to head back to my office. My steps feel lighter and I can still feel the afterglow of her smile beaming at me. I’d do anything to laugh with her again. 
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