Our Way Free Books Read online T.L. Swan

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Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
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“Then don’t listen.” He looks me up and down, and then raises an eyebrow.

“What?” I ask.

“You look a bit sexy for an interview, don’t you think? Are you trying to get the job or trying to get laid?”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He stands and comes toward me. Grabbing my shoulders, he turns me away from him and inspects me up and down.

“You like?” I smirk and give a little wiggle of my hips, knowing he’s about to lecture me.

He exhales heavily, turns me toward him, and he fastens my top button. “I’m not sure about this job.” He mutters, distracted, as he does another of my buttons up. “Why would you want to work for Dr. Morgan when you could manage my office?”

Here we go again.

“You could manage Berlin from here. I could get you a nice office in San Fran.”

“Nathan.” I sigh. “Will you stop? I am not working for my best friend. We’ve had this conversation before; it would be weird.”

He goes back to his desk and sits down with a huff. “What’s weird is that you don’t want to work for me.” He yanks an x-ray out of the light box. “Do you know how many people would snap up an opportunity like this?”

I place my hands on my hips. “If I worked for you, we would fight every day.”

“Why?” He snaps incredulously.

“Because you’re a grumpy ass, and I wouldn’t put up with it.” I undo my top button.

He glares at me. “Do that button back up or I’m not fucking taking you anywhere.”

I giggle and do as he says. I’ll undo it in the elevator at the interview, it isn’t worth the argument with Nathan right now. “You ready to go?” I ask.

“Yes.” He closes down his computer. “What am I supposed to do while you are in this interview?”

“Have a drink in a bar and google somewhere new to take me for dinner.”

He rolls his eyes as he stands and walks toward me. “I’m not your personal assistant, Eliza.”

I smile up at my handsome friend. His hair hangs over his forehead, and his big blue eyes hold mine. He’s too good-looking to be this intelligent. He should be a model on the cover of a magazine. I rearrange his tie, and I smile because I know I’m the only person who gets to boss him around. To the rest of the world he’s a bastard, but to me he’s a big pussy cat.

“Yes, you are.” I rise onto my tippy toes and kiss his cheek. “And you know it.”

He smirks and holds out his arm and I link it with mine.

“Let’s go.”

An hour later, I look up at the tall glass building across town. “Here it is.”

Nathan’s eyes scan the tall building before they come back to me.

I straighten my skirt and smooth it out. “Do I look okay?”

“Yes.” He presses his lips together.

“Are you going to wish me luck?”

“Good luck.”

“Do you mean that?” I smirk.

“Not at all,” he mutters dryly.

I giggle and kiss his cheek. “Where are you going to be?”

“I’ll wait in the bar over on the corner.”

“All right.” I bounce on the spot as I shake my hands in front of me. “Oh, I’m nervous.”

He pulls me in for a hug. “Don’t be.” He kisses my cheek. “If you don’t get this position, it’s the universe telling you to work for me.”

I giggle and step back. “Okay, I’m going.”

He smirks and puts his hands in his pockets as he watches me. “Try not to trip over as you walk in. Not a good look.”

My face falls. “Why did you say that? Now I will trip over. You just jinxed me.”

He chuckles. “Goodbye, Eliza.”

I hunch my shoulders in excitement. “Bye.”

I walk into the swanky building. The foyer has been designed in black marble and beautiful timbers.

I make my way to the lift and read the gold sign there:

Dr. MORGAN, Level 7.

I exhale heavily. Okay, let’s do this.

I take the elevator up to level seven. Once there, I follow the signs to Dr. Morgan’s offices. The glass door is heavy, and his name is etched into the glass. Plush dark carpet covers the floor. This place is… wow! It looks more like a fancy bar or something.

Cosmetic surgeon… of course. It’s all about the aesthetics and creating the perfect illusion.

Well played.

I walk over to the desk. “Hello, I’m Eliza Bennet. I’m here for an interview.”

The girls behind the desk smile. “Hello, welcome,” they say.

The pretty blonde stands. “I’ll take you straight through. This way, please.”

I follow her down a corridor and into a consultation room. There is a round table in the middle, and a wall-mounted television screen.

“Just take a seat, the doctor will be with you soon.” She fills me a glass of water. “Can I get you anything else?”


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