Page 40 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

I’ve always heard that come is good for a woman’s skin. I just hadn’t seen the proof until now.

If only the proof wasn’t enough to get me ousted from the medical community.

I have to tell Amber what I’ve done. She deserves to know the secret ingredient she has been putting on her face.

She’s going to hate you.

My brain is right. Amber will never forgive me for what I’ve done. It’s one thing to have consensual sex; it’s entirely different to put your semen in a serum and give it to a perfect stranger.

But the sight of Amber made me lose my good sense. All I wanted was to be close to her, to help her.

Now, I’ve ruined everything.

A part of me hopes Amber can see past this. Maybe she’ll understand why I did it.

I have to cling to that hope. Though it’s only been a few weeks, I feel so much for Amber. I’m not ready to lose her.

The paperwork on the table is mocking me. None of it gives me the answer I want. There’s no way for me to gain approval for the elixir.

I push myself away from the table and put my dirty dishes in the sink. It’s getting late, anyway. There’s nothing more for me to do tonight.

After I get ready for bed, I climb onto my lonely mattress and close my eyes.

As I drift off to sleep, my thoughts are filled with Amber’s perfect curves. I can’t lose her. Whatever it takes, I need to keep Amber by my side.

I care about her too much to let something so small come between us.

13

Amber

The contents of my closet are strewn around my room, but I have nothing to wear.

It’s Thursday night, and I’m supposed to be leaving for my first date with AJ soon. I’d be well on my way if it weren’t for the fact that all my clothes suck.

I should’ve thought of this sooner. If I was smart, I would have shopped for some new clothes. I have nothing appropriate to wear on a date with a guy like AJ.

If he’d told me where we were going, I could have planned ahead. All AJ said in his texts was that I should meet him at his townhouse.

His townhouse! The guy lives in New York City and lives in a townhouse. How is that possible? I can’t wait to see what it looks like.

That’ll only happen if I figure out what to wear. I’ve been staring at my clothes for almost a full hour with no success.

I think it’s time to bring in reinforcements.

Daisy is probably busy with her daughter, so I don’t opt for a group call. Instead, I send a FaceTime request to Nicole. She answers after a couple of rings.

“Hey, what’s up? Shouldn’t you be on your way to Dr. Blake’s house?”

I point the camera at my bed and floor. “I’m in crisis mode.”

Nicole laughs at my messy room. “Oh, sweetie, what are you doing?”

“Trying to get ready!”

“You’re doing a great job at that, I see.”

“Would you shut up and help me?!? What do I wear?”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Where are you going?”

I switch back to the forward-facing camera. I catch a glimpse of my face in the corner of the screen. At least I look good. I’m not wearing a ton of makeup; I put on just enough to accentuate my natural features. My hair is curled and flowing down my back. Normally, I don’t do anything special with it, but I needed to try and tame the frizz by heating it. I’m proud of the results.

“I have no idea,” I tell Nicole. “He told me to meet him at his townhouse and gave me his address. That’s all I know.”

“Hm. That’s weird. I guess he wants it to be a surprise. That’s romantic.”

“I do like surprises.”

“It just makes it harder to get dressed. I think he would’ve told you if you were going somewhere super fancy, though. I doubt you need to wear anything black-tie.”

“I came to that conclusion already. But what should I wear? Casual? Kind of fancy? Sexy? I’m lost.”

I haven’t been on a date in years. I don’t know how to get ready! The last time I was dating, I was in college, which meant it was completely different. I didn’t have to put in a lot of effort.

“Point me back to your clothes.”

I do as I’m told and give Nicole a minute to study the mess I’ve made.

“Okay,” she decides. “Those jeans on the foot of your bed, the dark ones. Then the top that’s on the floor next to your bedside table. The maroon one with the low neckline.”

I pick up the pieces and lay them together on my bed. The outfit looks equally casual and dressed up, somehow.

“I don’t know how you do it,” I remark.

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