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her desk and grasped her hands in his.
    Soft met strong .
    “Well, to be honest I wouldn’t have come if my doctor hadn’t insisted.”
    “I figured that was it when Dr. Hudson called me the other day and made the appointment. He rarely does that. Most of the time the patients do it themselves.”
    “I wouldn’t have...” He paused briefly. “Let’s get on with this if you don’t mind.”
    Yes, sir. I say, someone is used to be in charge.
    “Have a seat, please.” Yasmine gestured toward the chair on the side of her desk Leigh had vacated moments before. She handed him a clipboard. “I’m going to need you to fill the top sheet out for me. It’s just a basic questionnaire about your eating, exercise, and stress level.”
    She watched the subtle lift of his left eyebrow before he took a pen out of his inside jacket pocket and began to write.
    Oh, great, this is going to be fun, Yasmine thought to herself as she walked the few steps to her filing cabinet and took out his file she had assembled after Dr. Hudson’s call.
    Heading back to her desk, she slowed her pace and took a quick moment to watch him unobserved. She could tell that he took pride in how he looked, from the neat taper of his haircut to the polish of his shoes. She glanced at his hands while he was writing—man hands, nothing small or weak about them. She could see the large veins under his skin. Her body began to pulse and throb between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together and it intensified the feeling.
    The blunt, jagged style of his nails drew her attention, they showed evidence that he nibbled on them when he was under stress or in deep concentration. It didn’t take away from his appeal. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. The small quirk made her think he was more human and less working machine than she initially expected.
    She observed him placing an illegible signature at the bottom of the page and pondered whether he had ever thought about being a doctor. Shaking her head, she returned to her seat.
    Jason handed her the clipboard. “So, what does all that information say about me?”
    Yasmine took a moment to analyze the completed sheets. “I’m glad to see you no longer smoke. How long has it been since you quit?”
    “Three years—I kept running out of time to incorporate a smoke break into my schedule.”
    Yasmine returned her gaze to the papers. “You don’t eat enough. Your work out schedule looks good. What activities do you do for an hour daily?”
    “I swim and once a week I run.”
    He settled his fame more comfortably in the chair, Yasmine noticed he was beginning to appear less uptight. Catching a glimpse of the movement of his mouth while he spoke, the slight dimple in his chin caught her attention. She had to admit it was very sexy. She wondered if he ever smiled.
    Yasmine jotted down the information. “Your exercise schedule is great, but I have to tell you that if you don’t start eating more often your body is going to start living off your muscle and you don’t want that to happen.”
    “Okay so three squares a day. Got it.”
    “I’m talking about a meal plan that is right for you.” Yasmine reached over to the handouts on her desk and grabbed a nutritional food guide.
    “Eating once a day is my meal plan. Usually don’t have time to eat before dinner; because of work, and if I do it’s a quick power lunch. Where there’s a lot more business being discussed than food being eaten.”
    Yasmine shook her head. “Mr. Richardson, I know you have a busy schedule and I can’t begin to understand the complications of your day. But, that’s no excuse for not taking care of yourself.”
    Yasmine placed the guide open on the desk and a blank meal plan sheet next to it so they both could have a view. “Okay, Mr. Richardson, by using this guide I’m going to help you plan meals that you could accomplish without any major interruptions to your day.”
    “Would it make you feel better if I told