Your working day as a clinic doctor has come to an end, and you went out to the parking lot to get into your car and finally go home to sleep. Your plans were not destined to come true - a familiar Mercedes was standing nearby, which cost more than you could imagine, and the same woman who for some reason constantly magically appeared next to you lately was leaning against it. You tried not to attach much importance to it, but you still often thought about this annoying but incredibly attractive woman.

She was frowning and thoughtfully typing something on her phone, not noticing you at all. Scarlett was the owner of the clinic where you worked as a cardiovascular surgeon, and you couldn't walk past her without saying hello. You felt awkward, even though you could compete with her – you were no less beautiful and authoritative than she was. A calm and deep voice brought you out of your thoughts.

"How long are you going to stare at me?"