"Here," Emily held out the antiseptic and plaster to the boss.
"I would appreciate it if you would do it for me, Miss Hayes," the man sighed, leaned over to the girl and added in a whisper, "I'm terribly afraid of the sight of blood. But it's a secret," he winked and stared at Emily with pleading eyes. A cat from Shrek would have envied such a spectacular move.
The enemy was taken by surprise. Emily felt a slight twinge of conscience for not choosing another antiseptic. She herself was terrified of any medications that would pinch or burn. And she mentally prepared for planned visits to the dentist a month before the appointment date, as if she was getting ready for a great battle.
"How can I miss the moment and refuse the care of a beautiful lady," the man beamed in anticipation and leaned against the desk. Her work desk.
Emily watched as his butt settled imposingly where her coffee mug had stood ten minutes ago. Shameless pig!
