She found herself pressed against him tightly, her body wrapped in his arms, as she clutched onto his hard biceps and shoulders for balance. As if this wasn't awkward enough, her face was also inches away from his. She could smell his cologne, feel his warm breath on her skin, and his eyes deeply stared into hers. It was all so intoxicating, she was a bit light headed, and she thought she might faint, except for the fact that he was looking at her with those mesmerizing green eyes. His gaze wasn't unnerving and harsh, as it was back at Hearte's office, but it was now an intense deep sea green... and she felt herself drowning in them. His stare went from her engaged brown eyes and lingered at her mouth. He watched as Micah absent-mindedly dragged her tongue slowly along her lips, and he did a sharp intake of breath. She was almost sure he let out a small moan, before he let her go. "I'm ok…" she said breathlessly, while stepping back. She tugged her pencil skirt down and readjusted her jacket. But she was still trying to gain her emotional composure.  "Good," he said, clearing his throat. "This is my office," it was a transparent, all glass office like most of the offices. He unlocked the glass door and gestured for her to sit. "You can have a seat here, I'll be right back," he said quickly. He ran swiftly down the hall and out of sight like he was fleeing from a ghost. What the hell just happened? Micah thought to herself. *** Micah Rae's dream is to become the top investigative journalist at her job and she's quickly promoted when she's able to secretly uncover scandal after scandal when her rivals cannot. But do things go too far when she's caught up in a scandal of her own with the very handsome, controversial, Dr. Kevin Watson, who uses unorthadox sex therapy methods to heal patients at his facility?