Page 18 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

Closing out of the article, I try to find some negative reviews. No one can have that many positive reviews without some negative ones mixed in.

I do manage to find a few. However, even though they’re negative, they’re not really.

My favorite is this one: Dr. Blake refused to help me. I asked him for a simple procedure, and he would not do it. I just wanted him to give me a face transplant. I’ve seen it done on TV. I wanted my face to look more attractive. I know he could have found a donor face for me, but he wouldn’t do it. Never go to Dr. Blake. If you want anything done, go somewhere else. He won’t do what you ask him to do.

It’s ridiculous. A face transplant? Who asks for that? Yeah, they can do it, but that’s for people who have been disfigured. A dermatologist isn’t going to just give you a face transplant without a valid medical reason.

All the negative reviews are the same. It’s some person – probably a rich white woman – complaining that Dr. Blake wouldn’t do some ridiculous procedure that no professional doctor would ever do without a valid reason, beyond just vain complaints. I’m sure they found some medical quack to help them out. It’s reassuring that Dr. Blake wouldn’t give in to the unreal expectations these people had of him.

And the positive reviews are glowing. Dr. Blake seems to focus on curing acne. There are reviews from teenagers all the way through adults who have had their painful acne treated by Dr. Blake.

My hand goes to my heart. Not only is Dr. Blake a great person, but he seems to care about his patients. I find another article that has pictures of him posing with the people he has treated.

Oh man. I could really fall for this guy.

You already have, my pesky brain whispers.

That’s not possible, though. I only met him today. I don’t know him well enough to have fallen for him in such a short amount of time.

And yet, as I look at his face in these photos, I know I’m pretty damn close.

I switch to a new article. This one is about Dr. Blake’s education and professional career. He has an MD from Columbia. He’s obviously incredibly smart.

Further down in the article, it says he just opened his own business. That explains why I have never heard of Blake Cosmeceuticals before. It’s only been in existence for a year. Dr. Blake was probably working on his products for a long time before then, but the company itself unveiled a year ago.

That’s impressive. When I Google Blake Cosmeceuticals, I find that their products are sold in every major store. His products are likely shelved right next to the Merhalle stuff that I market.

I close my laptop in a huff.

It’s not that I’m jealous of Dr. Blake, but he has had so much success, and he’s only thirty-five. He may be ten years older, but when he was my age, he was already well on his way to earning a medical degree. In comparison, what have I done with my life?

I have a degree in history. Great. It was something I was passionate about when I started school, but it’s not like I’m using it now. I minored in marketing, which is how I got the job at Merhalle.

I’m better at my job than I ever was at history, that’s for sure. I earned my B.A. in history, but marketing classes were a lot easier. At least, they were for me.

I sniffle. This is not where I expected my life would turn out. Honestly, when I started college, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to have a husband and a family, and I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom.

But I couldn’t tell my parents that. They would never have gone for it. My controlling mother and well-educated father would have called me crazy for wanting to spend time with my children. They rarely did, after all.

So instead, I went to college. That’s how I ended up in school with Nicole. I’m glad we met in our marketing classes and ended up in the same department at an incredible company.

At least something good came from my college education.

But I’m never going to make money the way Dr. Blake does. He’s gorgeous and successful. What am I? A girl who is a bit too large for her height with a degree she’s not using and a job she’s good at but doesn’t want to do.

It’s a depressing thought.

I tuck myself deep under the covers and close my eyes. I may not be where I had expected I would be by this point in my life, but maybe I’m heading in the right direction. Dr. Blake and I have chemistry. He could be the guy who makes my dreams come true.

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