“No problem. Occupational hazard!” she said, shrugging, while trying to force her voice to sound playful. “Noone in the world would want to take my photo. The truth is, my patients run from me. They freak out whenever I appear next to them,” she said with a pout.
The man looked at her lips lustily and involuntarily gulped.
“This is the truth. The children learn very quickly that whenever I appear, something unpleasant is about to happen. They hate my guts,” she sighed with feigned agony. “And I can’t even hold it against them! This is also a kind of occupational hazard,” she said, significantly running her hands down her white doctor’s uniform.
Nate suddenly started laughing. He simply adored her sour humour. Together with her full, temptingly sensuous lips, and her naughtily flashing e
