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couldn't believe she had this beautiful man of an opportunity, but that she was forcing herself to ignore it. She thought she could have him if she would only go after him; if she could only stop holding herself back. Yet, that realization didn't help make anything easier. It only made her more frustrated with herself.
     
    By the time she got through her plate and Laila got through as much of hers as she could possibly stomach, she was tired of watching the TV and forcing herself not to think about the doctor. “Okay,” she clicked off the television and stood up.
     
    Laila flinched, confused as to why her entertainment was suddenly going away. “What?” she asked in a shrill voice.
     
    Jackie just picked up her plate and made her way to the fridge. “It's time to do your homework,” she replied. “You have school tomorrow and it's well into the afternoon,” she explained.
     
    Laila frowned, crossing her arms. “But I don't-”
     
    But Jackie was not in the mood for dealing with her arguments. “No. Laila. No. You're going to do your homework, and if you behave through all of it then we will go paint for a little bit before I have to work.”
     
    Laila grudgingly nodded then got up to go get her things. As Jackie put on one of her favorite tracks from the Del Fonics on her record player she heard someone call from downstairs. Jackie wasn't expecting anyone to visit so she was thoroughly confused. “Yes?” she called.
     
    “Jackie?”
     
    Jackie's heart stopped. “Doctor Chase?” she practically yelled this.
     
    “What are you waiting for? Buzz me in!” he called.
     
    Jackie pressed the button as if governed by some outside force. She stood with her forehead leaning against the door, her heart pounding against her chest as she waited for him to make it up the stairs. Her frown grew more and more pronounced as she realized her face was completely clear of makeup, her hair looked like she had lost a fight with a hair dryer, and all she had on was a torn pair of overalls over a sports bra so embarrassing she had stopped wearing it to the gym. She realized it was the universe punishing her for not calling, because if she had, he most certainly would not be stalking her.
     
    The knock on the door wrenched her out of her lamenting. She yanked the door open and braced herself for impact.
     
    Allan stood on the other side of the threshold wearing a pastel green cashmere sweater and dark pants. His eyes widened as he got a good look at Jackie in her home environment, but the way his lips folded into a half-smile let slip to Jackie that he liked what he was seeing.
     
    “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. As each minute passed, she became more and more aware of how strange the fact that he was in her house was.
     
    He shrugged, and then pushed past her into the short hallway that separated the front door from the kitchen and living room. “You never called me so I decided to hunt you down. This is a nice place you've got here,” he commented, running his perfect hands over her countertop.
     
    Yet, all Jackie could think about were the bread crumbs that covered the other side of the counter top and how much she just was not prepared to have any visitors over, much less her model of a doctor. “How do you even know where I live?” she demanded.
     
    He rested his forearms on the table, raising an eyebrow. “I'm your doctor. I know everything,” he replied, leaning in until less than a foot separated the two of them.
     
    Jackie blinked twice in an effort to snatch her thoughts back from the oblivion that threatened to swallow them. The only thing she was consciously aware of was the doctor's frigid gaze and her own heart pounding in her ears. “No, you don't,” she replied, looking away from him and making her way back to her dining table.
     
    “Oh really?” he asked as he followed her to her seat. “What, exactly am I missing so far?”
     
    Jackie glowered at him. “You're