Chapter 4

• He glares at me. “Do that button back up or I’m not fucking taking you anywhere.”
• I giggle and do as he says. I’ll undo it in the elevator at the interview, it isn’t worth the argument with Nathan right now. “You ready to go?” I ask.
• “Yes.” He closes down his computer. “What am I supposed to do while you are in this interview?”
• “Have a drink in a bar and google somewhere new to take me for dinner.”
• He rolls his eyes as he stands and walks toward me. “I’m not your personal assistant, Eliza.”
• I smile up at my handsome friend. His hair hangs over his forehead, and his big blue eyes hold mine. He’s too good-looking to be this intelligent. He should be a model on the cover of a magazine. I rearrange his tie, and I smile because I know I’m the only person who gets to boss him around. To the rest of the world he’s a bastard, but to me he’s a big pussy cat.
• “Yes, you are.” I rise onto my tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “And you know it.”
• He smirks and holds out his arm and I link it with mine.
• “Let’s go.”
• An hour later, I look up at the tall glass building across town. “Here it is.”
• Nathan’s eyes scan the tall building before they come back to me.
• I straighten my skirt and smooth it out. “Do I look okay?”
• “Yes.” He presses his lips together.
• “Are you going to wish me luck?”
• “Good luck.”
• “Do you mean that?” I smirk.
• “Not at all,” he mutters dryly.
• I giggle and kiss his cheek. “Where are you going to be?”
• “I’ll wait in the bar over on the corner.”
• “All right.” I bounce on the spot as I shake my hands in front of me. “Oh, I’m nervous.”
• He pulls me in for a hug. “Don’t be.” He kisses my cheek. “If you don’t get this position, it’s the universe telling you to work for me.”
• I giggle and step back. “Okay, I’m going.”
• He smirks and puts his hands in his pockets as he watches me. “Try not to trip over as you walk in. Not a good look.”
• My face falls. “Why did you say that? Now I will trip over. You just jinxed me.”
• He chuckles. “Goodbye, Eliza.”
• I hunch my shoulders in excitement. “Bye.”
• I walk into the swanky building. The foyer has been designed in black marble and beautiful timbers.
• I make my way to the lift and read the gold sign there:
• Dr. MORGAN, Level 7.
• I exhale heavily. Okay, let’s do this.
• I take the elevator up to level seven. Once there, I follow the signs to Dr. Morgan’s offices. The glass door is heavy, and his name is etched into the glass. Plush dark carpet covers the floor. This place is… wow! It looks more like a fancy bar or something.
• Cosmetic surgeon… of course. It’s all about the aesthetics and creating the perfect illusion.
• Well played.
• I walk over to the desk. “Hello, I’m Eliza Bennet. I’m here for an interview.”
• The girls behind the desk smile. “Hello, welcome,” they say.
• The pretty blonde stands. “I’ll take you straight through. This way, please.”
• I follow her down a corridor and into a consultation room. There is a round table in the middle, and a wall-mounted television screen.
• “Just take a seat, the doctor will be with you soon.” She fills me a glass of water. “Can I get you anything else?”
• “No, thank you.” She leaves me alone in the room, and I clasp my hands together in my lap. God, I hate fucking interviews. I haven’t been to one in ten years. I can almost hear my heart as it tries to escape from my chest.
• The door opens, and a young man walks in. “Hello.”
• I stand to shake his hand, and I’m shocked. He’s young… and very handsome with dark wavy hair and brown eyes, not at all what I expected. “Henry Morgan.”
• “Eliza Bennet.” I smile.
• His eyes glow as he takes a seat. “Please, take a seat.”
• He opens a folder that holds my resumé, and his eyes scan through it. “Your resumé is very impressive.”
• “Thanks.”
• He closes the folder and his eyes come to mine. “Why do you want this job, Eliza?”
• Oh shit.
• “Well, I’m looking to move to another field outside of the hospital.”
• “I see. And what made you want to work for me?”
• I smile awkwardly. “To be honest, I don’t care who I work for. I liked the position that you are offering.”
• He smiles broadly and I know he liked that answer. “The position is for a surgery manager. I see you’ve managed before having worked in intensive care, recovery, and paediatrics.”
• “Yes.”
• “Very impressive.” His eyes hold mine, and there seems to be a buzz in the air between us.
• Is he attracted to me?
• “Let me tell you about the position. You will be my right hand. I need you to manage the seven members of staff that I have, while also seeing to the recovery care for my post-op patients. You would need to be on call overnight on the days that I’m in surgery in case the patient is in distress and needs advice or pain management. I operate on Tuesdays and Thursdays. ”
• I listen intently.
• “You would be working out of this office. However, there will be times when you would need to travel with me to conferences, both interstate and overseas. ”
• Excitement fills me, this sounds fantastic.
• “How does that sound?”
• “Great.”
• “I would need you to start as soon as possible. My manager has become unwell and is currently unable to return.”
• “I could possibly start as soon as next week,” I offer. “I have some paid time off that I could take to allow me to finish earlier.”
• He sits back in his seat and crosses his leg. “You have an amazing resumé.”
• “Thank you.” I smile.
• “However, there is one small problem.”