There, a reflection inthe mirror, was an undeniably pretty young woman. Shoulder length mousybrown hair framed her face nicely and her facial features...could only bedescribed as feminine. Wide innocent blue eyes topped by carefullyshaped eyebrows; high feminine cheekbones; a pert little button noseand full, very kissable lips were everything a woman could ask for. Hershoulders were a little wider than she would have liked but this wasoffset by a pair of the most wonderful breasts, firm and round. . And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. "Don't say sorry... You’re not a sorry person. You apologize. When you say you’re sorry it makes you sound like pathetic sweet heart. “He said. Oh God. Thanks for calling. I'm sorry, I'm not thinking straight." That's alright. I'd be worse if it was me. Listen, can you get to the hospital?" Why, yes, my car's in the basement. I'll leave right away." Fine. Sorry to have such bad news." Thanks again."Laurie placed the receiver again quietly, suddenly impervious to the surrounding insanity, picked up her backpack from beside the desk and walked out of the office, ignoring the questions and the looks.Opening the door quietly, and peeking. ” Clearly, she was unprepared for the masculine purr of his million-dollar voice streaming directly into her left ear; a hot shiver racing over every inch of her body, making her clench her thighs. Oh, the ache whenever he spoke, or sang, would she ever get used to it? Such wicked reactions on her part which she unfortunately had no control over. How was she ever going to cleanse her traitorous body of its carnal longing for him? “Still there?” he asked. She had to swallow before she spoke..