Flirting With Danger
The doctor sat down in an expensive leather chair.
“Name?” she asked, flashing Jacek a stunning smile.
He had to stop and think for a moment, “Jacek Bukowski.”
“How long have you been here Jacek?”
“I’m not really sure, maybe a few hours?” he guessed.
“Mhmm,” the doctor sighed, “The rest is all here, thank you so much for your time.”
Jacek stared into her depthless mossy green eyes. She cleared her throat.
“Uh… no problem… guess I’ll just be seeing you around,” Jacek grasped at thin air for something to say to the beautiful woman who might make death a little less hellish.
“Yes. Good luck.”
Jacek stuffed his hands into his pockets and began to leave then turned on his heels and coyly met her gaze.
“Actually, do you think you could show me around the place?”
The doctors eyes sparkled as she slipped past Jacek, barely brushing him, her cat-like gait carried her smoothly to the door where she took his hand. It made Jacek’s hair stand on end.
“I was afriad you’d never ask.”