the next interview, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Yes, inappropriate is a good word,” she agreed, finding it
thrilling when he pulled back slightly to look her over top to toe again
anyway.
She loved the height difference between them now that she was
out of her Saturday night heels—loved the way he made her feel delicate when he
held her in his arms.
And she loved the way he was looking at her at that moment.
“Listen, about Sunday morning,” he started.
“No.” She shook her head, stopping him. “I’m sorry I
overreacted.”
He stopped her with a quick, soft kiss. “Let me take you out
to lunch today.”
“I don’t know,” she hedged.
“I didn’t handle it very well either.” His hand slid around
to span the small of her back. “I have to sit in on the end of this last
interview and then I’m free the rest of the day. We can spend it catching up if
you’re free.”
She was free. Did any woman ever tell him no, she wondered,
now positively drunk on his smell and the look in his eyes.
“Okay to lunch, but we really need to talk about what
happens if I get hired.”
He kissed her again and her head reeled with it. She pulled
him back as he reached for the door and did her best to remove the traces of
her berry-colored lipstick from his mouth, suppressing a giggle when he looked
sheepish about it. He took her hand and kissed the backs of her fingers, then
immediately dropped it when he opened the door.
Over his shoulder he said, “As I was saying, it doesn’t look
like much now, but we have big plans for the massage rooms.”
Rachel opened her mouth to ask what the hell he was talking
about, then heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking in the hallway.
“You are here.” The voice was rich and distinctly
female.
Ben tucked his hands into his pockets and gave Rachel a
sideways glance as they stepped out of the room.
“I thought you were sitting in on interviews with your dad
today, but the receptionist said she saw you heading down here a few minutes
ago. What’s going on with you?” the woman asked as she approached them.
She was gorgeous—tall, elegant in a beautifully tailored red
suit and moving in her three-inch heels as if she was wearing comfortable
running shoes. Her black hair was pulled back into a stylish knot, and when her
gray eyes shifted from Ben to her, Rachel realized she was also Ben’s mother.
“This is Rachel Marsh,” Ben said easily. “Rachel, my mother,
Dr. Lindsay Marks.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Dr. Marks said, giving Rachel a warm
smile as they shook hands. “The two of you know each other?” she asked Ben.
“We went to school together years ago.” The small, private
smile he gave Rachel caused another little thrill to zip through her. “I
tutored her in chemistry one semester.”
“Really?” His mother looked pleasantly surprised. “And how
did that go?” she asked Rachel.
Rachel looked at Ben, but he just raised his eyebrows
expectantly.
“Not well at all, I’m afraid,” she answered. “Not that it
was Ben’s fault. I was a terrible premed student.”
“Well, while my son was a terrific student in his own right,
he wasn’t a very good teacher if I remember correctly.”
Ben cleared his throat. “You were looking for me?” he asked
his mother.
“Yes.” She turned to him. “Dr. Li called me earlier. He’s
been trying to reach you about sitting in on a consult he has later this
afternoon, but you weren’t answering.”
Ben pulled his phone out of his pocket, muttered a curse and
turned it on.
Realization dawned. He hadn’t left the end of her interview
to take a phone call. His phone hadn’t even been on. He’d left specifically to
talk to her once she left the room.
“I told him I was on my way here to meet your dad for lunch,
and that I’d ask if you were interested when I saw you,” his mother added.
Rachel could see by the way Ben perked up that he was
interested.
“I’ll call him as soon
“Yes, inappropriate is a good word,” she agreed, finding it
thrilling when he pulled back slightly to look her over top to toe again
anyway.
She loved the height difference between them now that she was
out of her Saturday night heels—loved the way he made her feel delicate when he
held her in his arms.
And she loved the way he was looking at her at that moment.
“Listen, about Sunday morning,” he started.
“No.” She shook her head, stopping him. “I’m sorry I
overreacted.”
He stopped her with a quick, soft kiss. “Let me take you out
to lunch today.”
“I don’t know,” she hedged.
“I didn’t handle it very well either.” His hand slid around
to span the small of her back. “I have to sit in on the end of this last
interview and then I’m free the rest of the day. We can spend it catching up if
you’re free.”
She was free. Did any woman ever tell him no, she wondered,
now positively drunk on his smell and the look in his eyes.
“Okay to lunch, but we really need to talk about what
happens if I get hired.”
He kissed her again and her head reeled with it. She pulled
him back as he reached for the door and did her best to remove the traces of
her berry-colored lipstick from his mouth, suppressing a giggle when he looked
sheepish about it. He took her hand and kissed the backs of her fingers, then
immediately dropped it when he opened the door.
Over his shoulder he said, “As I was saying, it doesn’t look
like much now, but we have big plans for the massage rooms.”
Rachel opened her mouth to ask what the hell he was talking
about, then heard the unmistakable sound of high heels clicking in the hallway.
“You are here.” The voice was rich and distinctly
female.
Ben tucked his hands into his pockets and gave Rachel a
sideways glance as they stepped out of the room.
“I thought you were sitting in on interviews with your dad
today, but the receptionist said she saw you heading down here a few minutes
ago. What’s going on with you?” the woman asked as she approached them.
She was gorgeous—tall, elegant in a beautifully tailored red
suit and moving in her three-inch heels as if she was wearing comfortable
running shoes. Her black hair was pulled back into a stylish knot, and when her
gray eyes shifted from Ben to her, Rachel realized she was also Ben’s mother.
“This is Rachel Marsh,” Ben said easily. “Rachel, my mother,
Dr. Lindsay Marks.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Dr. Marks said, giving Rachel a warm
smile as they shook hands. “The two of you know each other?” she asked Ben.
“We went to school together years ago.” The small, private
smile he gave Rachel caused another little thrill to zip through her. “I
tutored her in chemistry one semester.”
“Really?” His mother looked pleasantly surprised. “And how
did that go?” she asked Rachel.
Rachel looked at Ben, but he just raised his eyebrows
expectantly.
“Not well at all, I’m afraid,” she answered. “Not that it
was Ben’s fault. I was a terrible premed student.”
“Well, while my son was a terrific student in his own right,
he wasn’t a very good teacher if I remember correctly.”
Ben cleared his throat. “You were looking for me?” he asked
his mother.
“Yes.” She turned to him. “Dr. Li called me earlier. He’s
been trying to reach you about sitting in on a consult he has later this
afternoon, but you weren’t answering.”
Ben pulled his phone out of his pocket, muttered a curse and
turned it on.
Realization dawned. He hadn’t left the end of her interview
to take a phone call. His phone hadn’t even been on. He’d left specifically to
talk to her once she left the room.
“I told him I was on my way here to meet your dad for lunch,
and that I’d ask if you were interested when I saw you,” his mother added.
Rachel could see by the way Ben perked up that he was
interested.
“I’ll call him as soon
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