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handing him off to her. It put me in a catty mood, and my next statement reflected that.
"You're very fortunate to have a man like Dr. Crawford," I said in a too-sweet tone that went right over her head. "He's a true professional. Dr. Ross would be proud of him for taking time out of his evening to check up on me like that."
Vanessa smiled at him proudly as she cozied up next to him.
"Dr. Crawford," I said with a slight bow in his direction before siding up to Ben the same as Vanessa was doing to him.
"Please call me Jordan," he said, without taking his eyes off me.
I smiled and nodded my consent, but didn't say anything.
I shifted my attention to Ben who said, "A few more dances before we get out of here?"
I smiled at him. "Sounds perfect."
I glanced at Jordan and Vanessa again, and it pleased me greatly to find that Jordan was working hard to hide his frustration.
"Thanks again," I said in a way that obviously meant 'goodbye'.
Ben whisked me onto the dance floor. "I told you," he said with a delighted grin.
"What'd you tell me?"
"That I'd be the envy of every guy here."
"I wouldn't go that far," I said.
He let out a laugh as we continued to dance. "I guess you're going to tell me you didn't notice the way that guy was looking at you."
"I guess it really doesn't matter since he's here with someone else and so am I."
"You're too sweet, Bailey Black," he said, smiling wryly.
I giggled, and before I knew what was happening, he stopped in his tracks, caught me in his arms, and put his lips on mine. My forward momentum caused me to press into him, making the kiss even more exaggerated than he intended. A wave of butterflies began coursing through my body. I wasn't sure if it was because I hoped Jordan might see us and feel some type of way, or if I actually enjoyed kissing Ben. That option seemed wrong, but I put those feelings out of my mind when I remembered the smiling blonde who'd been waiting to steal Dr. Crawford the second our song finished.
"I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to kiss my boss," I whispered once he pulled away.
"That wasn't for me," he said, beginning to move around the dance floor again.
I shot him a confused look that made him smile. "I guess you're gonna tell me you did that for my sake."
"I did," he said. "Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed it. But that was purely for you."
I wrinkled my nose at him, and he chuckled.
"You and him," he added.
"What?"
"The man who can't take his eyes off you." Ben glanced over my shoulder. "Yep. Still looking."
"Who?" I asked, praying he'd say Jordan Crawford.
"That doctor of yours."
"He's not mine."
"You better tell him that."
I laughed nervously. Ben continued to lead me around the dance floor. "I'd be a fool not to see how he's looking at you," he said. "And I'd probably just ignore it if you weren't looking back at him that same way."
"Were we that obvious?" I asked. "I'm not trying to cause him to break up with his girlfriend." Who was I kidding? I totally wanted them to break up.
"You were both pretty obvious," he said. "It looks like his lady is choosing to ignore it, though."
I could tell that Ben was stealing glances toward the other side of the dance floor to scope out the situation as we danced. "That doctor can barely go ten seconds without looking over here."
I imagined Jordan looking at us as we stepped and swayed to the music. "Do you think he saw you kiss me?" I asked.
Ben chuckled. "There's no doubt he saw it," he said.
"Would you kiss me again next time you see him glance over here? You know, just a little peck for—"
Before I could get the words out, Ben stopped dancing, took my face in his hands and put his lips on mine. They were barely touching—just enough to make it look like an official kiss. He pulled back just slightly, but left his hands on my cheeks to hide where our lips were supposed to be touching. I peeked out of my eyes but had them closed enough that no one but Ben could tell they were open. "I'm
"You're very fortunate to have a man like Dr. Crawford," I said in a too-sweet tone that went right over her head. "He's a true professional. Dr. Ross would be proud of him for taking time out of his evening to check up on me like that."
Vanessa smiled at him proudly as she cozied up next to him.
"Dr. Crawford," I said with a slight bow in his direction before siding up to Ben the same as Vanessa was doing to him.
"Please call me Jordan," he said, without taking his eyes off me.
I smiled and nodded my consent, but didn't say anything.
I shifted my attention to Ben who said, "A few more dances before we get out of here?"
I smiled at him. "Sounds perfect."
I glanced at Jordan and Vanessa again, and it pleased me greatly to find that Jordan was working hard to hide his frustration.
"Thanks again," I said in a way that obviously meant 'goodbye'.
Ben whisked me onto the dance floor. "I told you," he said with a delighted grin.
"What'd you tell me?"
"That I'd be the envy of every guy here."
"I wouldn't go that far," I said.
He let out a laugh as we continued to dance. "I guess you're going to tell me you didn't notice the way that guy was looking at you."
"I guess it really doesn't matter since he's here with someone else and so am I."
"You're too sweet, Bailey Black," he said, smiling wryly.
I giggled, and before I knew what was happening, he stopped in his tracks, caught me in his arms, and put his lips on mine. My forward momentum caused me to press into him, making the kiss even more exaggerated than he intended. A wave of butterflies began coursing through my body. I wasn't sure if it was because I hoped Jordan might see us and feel some type of way, or if I actually enjoyed kissing Ben. That option seemed wrong, but I put those feelings out of my mind when I remembered the smiling blonde who'd been waiting to steal Dr. Crawford the second our song finished.
"I'm not sure if it's a good idea for me to kiss my boss," I whispered once he pulled away.
"That wasn't for me," he said, beginning to move around the dance floor again.
I shot him a confused look that made him smile. "I guess you're gonna tell me you did that for my sake."
"I did," he said. "Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed it. But that was purely for you."
I wrinkled my nose at him, and he chuckled.
"You and him," he added.
"What?"
"The man who can't take his eyes off you." Ben glanced over my shoulder. "Yep. Still looking."
"Who?" I asked, praying he'd say Jordan Crawford.
"That doctor of yours."
"He's not mine."
"You better tell him that."
I laughed nervously. Ben continued to lead me around the dance floor. "I'd be a fool not to see how he's looking at you," he said. "And I'd probably just ignore it if you weren't looking back at him that same way."
"Were we that obvious?" I asked. "I'm not trying to cause him to break up with his girlfriend." Who was I kidding? I totally wanted them to break up.
"You were both pretty obvious," he said. "It looks like his lady is choosing to ignore it, though."
I could tell that Ben was stealing glances toward the other side of the dance floor to scope out the situation as we danced. "That doctor can barely go ten seconds without looking over here."
I imagined Jordan looking at us as we stepped and swayed to the music. "Do you think he saw you kiss me?" I asked.
Ben chuckled. "There's no doubt he saw it," he said.
"Would you kiss me again next time you see him glance over here? You know, just a little peck for—"
Before I could get the words out, Ben stopped dancing, took my face in his hands and put his lips on mine. They were barely touching—just enough to make it look like an official kiss. He pulled back just slightly, but left his hands on my cheeks to hide where our lips were supposed to be touching. I peeked out of my eyes but had them closed enough that no one but Ben could tell they were open. "I'm
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