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"I'm sorry, Mr. Mars. I don't see your name here. Are you sure you have an appointment?"
The young receptionist blinked through her fake lashes, blushing like a virgin bride. All fake. Extensions, hollowed cheeks, the whole LA starter pack. Why people think removing half their face fat makes them more attractive baffles me.
"I don't have an appointment, Tiffany," I drawled, giving her the ghost of a smile. I should've flashed a flirtatious grin, but I was too wound up to pretend to be civilized.
"Doctor Anderson's schedule is full today. Perhaps I can squeeze you in tomorrow morning," she licked her glossy lips.
The way she said "squeeze" wouldn't make it into a PG‑13 movie.
Again, I should flirt to make this easier. But I'd hit my limit.
"It's okay, Tiffany. I can find my w
