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and when it came to sex.   Crystal ruffled his perfectly styled,
side-parted hair, and stroked his mustache, which was Bruce’s signature feature.   She knew he was vain about it.   Bruce groomed it constantly.   He moaned as she stroked it.

 
                Crystal
smiled down at Bruce before boosting herself up onto his desk.   “Now get that mustache down here,” she
commanded as she opened her legs.   Bruce was only too happy to comply.  

 
    He’d been putty in her hands ever since.

 
                Crystal
smiled at the memory and decided she would meet Bruce for a drink tonight.   “Might as well enjoy the perks of this
situation,” she thought. “Nothing like plotting the downfall of Cole Armstrong
while indulging in a gratis beverage.   Maybe I’ll let Bruce give me a mustache ride later.”  

 
    Chapter Six

 
    The following morning Sophie was a bundle of
nerves.   She had an appointment with
Crystal Bridges in her office in ten minutes, and she was already behind on her
patient schedule.   Mrs. Morrison’s
gallbladder consult would have to wait until after the meeting.   “If I still have a job,” she thought to
herself.

 
                Sophie
checked her appearance in the small mirror on the inside door of her
locker.   The dark circles under her
eyes were still there, and more apparent than ever.   Sophie had hardly slept last night.   The stress of losing her residency
position was enough to keep her up, but adding the unresolved sexual tension
between her and Cole kept Sophie’s brain in overdrive all night long.

 
                The
way he had touched her!   Sophie’s
muscles clenched at the memory of Cole’s hands on her body.   She felt herself blush and her breath
hitch thinking about the way he glided his hands up her legs before pressing
his fingers inside of her.   No one
had made her body respond that way before.   She’d lost control.

 
                As
Sophie walked through the hallways of the medical complex she forced herself to
focus.   Now was not the time to
indulge in sexual daydreams about Cole Armstrong.   She was going into the lion’s den.   Sophie needed all her wits about her.
               
    ****

 
                Crystal
Bridges sat at her gleaming wood desk and waited for Sophie, her stack of
bureaucratic paperwork at the ready.   She made sure her tight bun was in place and her suit jacket neatly
buttoned.   You had to put people on
defense right away.   Crystal knew
all the subtle ways of using body language and unspoken communications to get
the upperhand in a conversation.  

 
                At
last she heard the knock on her door.

 
                “Your
9:00 a.m. appointment is here, Ms. Bridges,” her secretary, Samantha peeked her
head through the doorway.   “Should I
let her in?”

 
                “Make
her wait five minutes first.”

 
    Samantha rolled her eyes and walked out to
the Human Resources waiting area.   She knew Crystal Bridges was a big shot at the hospital, but didn’t like
the games and mean-spiritedness she saw from her boss.   Sam was often Crystal’s whipping
boy.   “I have to get into a different
department,” she thought for the thousandth time that morning.

 
                She
saw Dr. Benedict sitting in the waiting room area, tapping her foot.   “It’ll be a few minutes, Doctor,” Sam
said.   “Ms. Bridges is very busy
this morning.”

 
                Sophie
thanked her and checked her watch.   She had patients to get to and hated waiting.   Sophie felt her stress bubbling up
inside of her, threatening to overflow.

 
                “You
look tense, dear.” Samantha said kindly.   “How about some chocolate to keep the edge off?” She held up a large
glass bowl filled to the brim with several different types of