❝ Ugh. . I'm here for Dr. Cullen. My dad, ❞ Emmett said, eyeing the receptionist of the hospital who seemed to droll over his physique. Emmett already knew how wonderful his body could offer, but at some point in life, he's actually tired of flirting and he just wants to get the job done by dropping of his father's needed files.
The brunette receptionist bit her lip, ❝ One second. ❞
Cringing at the screeching–pitched voice, Emmett turned away from the receptionist to look around. Of course how populated the hospital's lounge grown shouldn't go by unnoticed, he glanced at a few posters to see that there's a program going on for disabled children, adults and seniors. He looked around once more, his attention going from a little girl asking a nurse for a hug and the seniors who came by to greet her. And then a few more people roaming, kids playing around until the receptionist's voice interrupted his peace.
Turning his back, he almost groaned in agony when he realized that the receptionist had some of the button's of her white top undone, her hair done and a little bit messy with her arm crossed as if to push her breasts to make it look bigger. ❝ Alright, Dr. Collin's son. . You may proceed to his floor, See you later– Cupcake. ❞
Followed by a wink, Emmett sighed out and nodded dismissingly. Not until he murmured words that made the receptionist somehow receive the message that Emmett wasn't into her. ❝ Well I hope to never see you again, Receptionist. ❞
Emmett glanced down at the folders he had on his hands, plucking his phone from the back pocket of his jeans, he was about to send his father a quick message when someone bump into him. This time, loosening his old on his phone but not the files– though he was quick enough to grab it. But the woman who bumped into him was too shocked to speak,
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❝ Watch where you're going! ❞ Emmett growled, you almost trembled feeling the vibrations of his voice echo right through the hallway. Earning a few glances from the other patients, you bit your lip and turned your attention to them for a moment— waving over to indicate that you were fine.
A child came running towards your way though, her beautiful face covered by the mouth mask she's supposed to keep until her coughs will stop and she'll heal soon. Picking up the little lad, you let your arms fall under her bum as she placed her arms around you but her eyes hardening as she glared at the man before you.
