I look up sharply, eyes wide. Indignant, I shout, "Excuse me?!"
She laughs. "Dr. Masen. You're not exactly subtle. Professional, yes. Discreet, sure. But I've caught you staring at my ass more than once."
"You do have a phenomenal ass." I whisper.
Her eyebrows lift. "What?"
"What?"
"...okay." She nods. "While, I'm still against mixing business with pleasure, but I'm willing to contradict myself if things can continue as they are." She looks at me. A little hopeful. A little reserved.
So fucking gorgeous.
And never quite what I expect.
"Please excuse my language Isabella but...are you fucking kidding me?"
Her eyes widened. "What - ?"
"Is this another joke? Are you feeling sorry for me?"
She rolls her eyes. "No, you ass! I was trying to ask you out without you freaking out, but clearly that didn't work." She adjusts her stuff in her arms and turns to leave.
I grab her arm. "Wait! Wait." I say, turning her around.
"Dr. Masen, honestly forget it. I'm not - "
"Are you serious?"
" - offended. I have no problem just being your assistant."
"Isabella, please. Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?"
"...good point." I take a deep breath. "I would be honored to go out with you, if you can get past my being an asshole."