A woman opened the door.
“Hi, you must be Blake. So nice to meet you.”
She took his hand warmly, gently pulling him into the open doorway from the cold outside.
“Hi… Dr. Mac? Nice to meet you too.”
She smiled and nodded politely.
“Mmhm.”
She closed the door behind him and turned to get a look at him. She seemed pleased, her eyebrows raised.
“Wow, you’re bad with pictures, huh?”
He was confused.
“Uh…”
She reached out, plucking his coat from his shoulders. He felt self-conscious.
“Huh?”
She laughed.
“You’re very good-looking, Blake!”
“Oh!”
He felt tingly. She hung his coat on a hook.
“The pictures you sent really do not do you justice. You’re very attractive.”
He couldn’t help but smile.
“I only work with clients I like, but jeez, people like you make me grateful I switched… careers.”
He was blushing, subconsciously trying to avoid glancing down at her cleavage.
“Thank you.”
Her eyes twinkled as she stepped closer to him.
“Aww. God you’re so fucking *cute*. Look at you.”
He squirmed bashfully.