Page 19 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

The first step is fixing my skin. The serum has to work. I know it will. I trust Dr. Blake.

As I drift off to sleep, it’s his face I see.

Just one week – that’s all I have to last.

Then I get to see him again, in person.

7

Amber

This has been the longest week of my life.

Work has been fine, but I’ve slacked off a lot. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re thinking about the hottest doctor you’ve ever met.

It doesn’t matter now, though. I finally get to see Dr. Blake again! The moment I’ve been waiting for since last week has finally arrived.

My nerves are going crazy.

“Are you excited?” Nicole asks.

We’re in the bathroom at the Merhalle offices. My boss gave me permission to take a long, late lunch when I told her I had a doctor appointment. I think she’s required to give time off for appointments, but I appreciate it anyway.

“I’m freaking out.”

Nicole laughs. “Because this isn’t just an appointment, and you know it.”

“Come on, Nic, we’ve talked about this.”

“I know, I know. But I’ve never seen you so interested in a guy before. You’re smitten. It’s adorable.”

“Whatever. I need to get going, or I’ll be late for my appointment.”

I have fifteen minutes to get to my appointment. Dr. Blake’s office is only about a five-minute walk from here, but I’m anxious to get going.

“Good luck, Amber.”

“Thanks.”

I check my face in the mirror one last time before leaving the bathroom. After a week of using the serum, my skin does look a bit different. It appears plumper and more refreshed. If the serum can do this much to the outside of my skin in just a week, I can’t imagine what it’s doing beneath the surface!

I was worried after the first day when it didn’t appear to make a difference. It was the same the next couple of days, but then I started to notice the subtle softening of my skin, and not just immediately after applying like it is with lotion.

The serum is working! I can’t wait to tell Dr. Blake.

My heart starts to race again as I leave the bathroom and head for the elevator. I’ve been anticipating this day for a week. What if the connection’s not as good as my mind made it out to be?

I was with Dr. Blake for less than an hour last Thursday. Sure, I’ve seen pictures of him online since then. I’ve done a lot more cyberstalking since Thursday night; I know more about him than I should. Yet I’m still worried that the spark I felt the first time we met is going to be gone.

As I hit the lobby button in the elevator, I have a startling thought: am I worried that the spark is going to be gone, or am I afraid it’s going to still be there?

Dr. Blake being my dermatologist is a complication I don’t need right now. Things are busy at work with the holiday season right around the corner. I don’t have time for a boyfriend, let alone one who is simultaneously treating me through a clinical trial.

I walk out of my building and into the cool, New York City air. I pull my coat tightly around me to keep out the chill. This is my favorite time of year, especially in New York, but walking anywhere can be a challenge. I don’t want my skin to be chapped from the cold wind when I get to Dr. Blake’s office.

The dermatology practice is only a few blocks away, though, so I can’t justify taking a cab. I hold my hood closed in front of my face. This will have to do until I get to Dr. Blake’s office.

When I arrive at the address Dr. Blake gave me, I’m surprised to find a tall, modern building. It looks more suited to a hedge fund than a doctor’s office. Then again, my regular physician’s office is located above a Chinese food restaurant. New York is full of strange locations.

Dr. Blake’s office is on the seventh floor. Once I step off the elevator, my body temperature has evened out. Thankfully, they have the heat on a normal level in here. A lot of times, it’s crazy hot inside, and then I end up sweating. That’s how it is in my office. I usually dress in layers so that I can take them off when I’m inside and put them back on to survive the trek home.

“Welcome to Blake Dermatology,” a kind, older woman says. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Uh, yes. I’m here to see Dr. Blake. My name is Amber Hart.”

“Oh, yes! Ms. Hart, Dr. Blake has been excited about your appointment since last week. He has hardly stopped talking about it!”

My stomach flutters. Dr. Blake has been talking about me? What does that mean?

“I just need you to fill out this new patient form. I already have your trial waiver on file. Dr. Blake has been working tirelessly on the AJB product. We’re all so excited that he’s finally in the testing phase! No one is more excited than Blake himself, though!”

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