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I’ve just made new memories, which I plan on revisiting later tonight.
    “Ms. Harte,” I reply, hoping I appear calm while I check out her gorgeous rack in the white crop top she’s sporting.
    Hunter clears his throat loudly, ruining my ogling, and I sigh. “Hunter, this is Ms. Harte. Ms. Harte, Hunter,” I say, waving my hand between the two.
    “Please, call me Juliet,” she says with a small smile.
    “Very well.” I nod.
    And then, there is silence.
    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Juliet,” Hunter says, totally saving my ass, as I have no idea what to say to her. “O Romeo , Romeo , wherefore art thou, Romeo?” he teases, placing a hand over his heart dramatically.
    Juliet giggles, while I shake my head at my friend’s stupidity.
    The Chihuahua at her feet begins yapping, thankfully cutting through the silence, and Juliet sighs. “I better go. Marcia gets cranky if her walk gets interrupted.” The Chihuahua yaps in agreement. “I’ll see you Monday?” she says, but it actually sounds more like a question.
    “Yes. Monday it is,” I reply stiffly.
    Juliet looks overjoyed by my response. “Okay, well, it was nice meeting you, Hunter. Awesome name, by the way,” she says with a playful wink, before re-inserting her ear buds and taking off into a slow sprint.
    Hunter and I eagerly watch, mesmerized by how amazing her ass looks in those tight spandex pants.
    Once she’s out of sight, Hunter mumbles, “ That’s the nympho?”
    “The one and only,” I reply with a sigh.
    “Change of plans. Fuck finding her another doctor. Send her my way. Make up some excuse as to why she needs to buy stocks.”
    I don’t reply and only shake my head because I know once Monday rolls over, I’m a goner.
    As we wait in silence for Marie and Ralph to hurry up and buy their damn pretzels, Hunter lightheartedly mutters, “It’s a lot about sex, you lying bastard.”

5
    Good vs Evil
    DIXON

    A nother uneventful weekend has passed where I stayed indoors and steered clear of all females. Bumping into Juliet on Friday night has thrown me, because I can’t stop thinking about her. What I told Hunter was true. Yes, I am ridiculously attracted to her, but it’s not just the physical attraction. She really does intrigue me.
    Although I’ve been lost in my Juliet spell, I haven’t forgotten about another woman I found just as intriguing as Juliet. Madison. It’s uncanny that I have met two women in the span of a week. I say uncanny because I couldn’t even find one woman after Lily who remotely sparked my interest, but now I have two.
    These two women are polar opposites, yet I find myself attracted to both. From the brief minutes spent with her, I could tell Madison was sweet, innocent, and pure. But Juliet, there’s nothing sweet nor innocent about her. They truly represent the stereotypical devil and angel icons.
    “Dr. Mathews, Ms. Harte is here to see you. She’s a little early. Is it okay to send her in?” Susanna says through the intercom, jolting me from my thoughts.
    Taking a deep breath, I push down on the button. “Thank you, Ms. Vale. Please send her in.”
    Looking at the clock on my laptop, I see that Juliet is fifteen minutes early, and knowing this sly vixen, there’s a reason why. I remain seated as the door opens, and in strolls the devil.
    Juliet looks out-of-this-world hot, and irony has once again decided to play with my emotions, as she’s wearing a bright red dress, totally dressed for her hellish part.
    “Ms. Harte,” I address her, clearing my throat.
    She knows I’m checking her out, but she doesn’t shy away—she simply reaches around her lithe torso and locks my door. Turning around to meet my stunned eyes, she grins, her glossy lips looking good enough to eat.
    “Ms. Harte?” I repeat, attempting to sound stern, but I’m so pathetically turned on, my voice betrays my awakening.
    “May I call you Dixon?” she calmly says, taking a small step toward me.
    “I don’t think