All Chapters of Taming Mr. Wolffe: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sophia swallowed nervously as she tilted her head back slightly to look at him. He was tall and beautiful. The intensity of his blue gaze suddenly made her feel small. His dark suit added an air of danger to him, highlighting his broad shoulders and lean muscular form. It suddenly felt like she was seeing him for the first time. She had barely given him more than a glance at the club but she thought he was good-looking, now she felt her breath catch in her throat. When his gaze fell to her scrubs she suddenly felt conscious.This isn’t going to work, I should have at least worn something different.His smile waned and his eyes flew to hers again.“Leave now,” he said to the host who stood behind her. His voice was deep deceptive smooth. She heard the glass door open and close softly. They were alone.Matt walked around the table and held his hand to her. “Nice to finally meet you, Miss Blanc.”The last time this happen

“Morning.” “Morning,” she replied with a smile as she walked down the hall where Stella’s office was located. The doors were identical, all painted white and the windows had identical shutters. She pushed open the fourth door. Stella shared the office with one of the specialist doctors. The room was lit with bright white lights like hers, there were medical charts on the wall, books and journals were arranged on a small shelf that was set against the wall beside the desk. There was another door to the right, it was open to reveal the stretcher used for medical examination of patients. Stella was sitting behind her desk looking blankly at an open magazine in front of her as though she was lost in thought. Since it was late morning the sun came in through the window highlighting her red hair. She looked up when Sophia stepped in. “Stella, I’m really sorry for what I said back there. I know it sounded like I was calling you a slut and I am sorry for that.” “Actually I should be apologi

She read through the reports as she made her way to the doctor who was in charge of Freddie’s treatment. It was as she suspected. The series of tests suggested he had AML which affected the myeloid cells that produced red blood cells, white blood cells and platelets. Freddie’s cells were excessively producing premature red blood cells, suppressing the white blood cells which would explain the red spots she noticed on his chest and arms. Since he had acute leukemia treatments would need to begin as fast as possible. She met his doctor and they discussed the possibility of a bone marrow transplant to replace Freddie’s. After much deliberations on the best actions to take they decided it would be best to invite specialists from the other branches to decide what steps to take with Freddie’s condition. After a 2 hour conversation, she left the doctor’s office and made her way to the ward where Freddie was. His mom was there by his bedside like always talking and laughing with him. He held a

She thought long and hard about calling him and even debated tearing up the card he gave her and throwing it away. But Stella and Rosa wouldn’t hear of it. They pleaded and cajoled her until she gave in. Friday afternoon during the lunch break she stayed back at her office, picked up her phone and dialed his number. “I wasn’t sure you would call,” he said over the phone. She cocked a brow. “That doesn’t sound like you, Mr. Wolffe. I would have thought you were expecting my call the moment you gave me your card.” He laughed. “I can’t trust my instincts where you are concerned can I, Sophia?” “I guess not.” “So, are you accepting my offer?” “Actually, I did say I was going to think about it on the condition that I pick the venue.” “Yes, you did. Anywhere I know? I’m free tomorrow.” “So am I. I’m actually free in the morning but by noon I’ll have to meet up with my friends for rehearsals and no, Mr. Wolffe it’s nowhere you know – at least I think not.” “Any hint?” She thought ab

Sophia laughed at the near high-pitched tone of his voice. “It’s not a daycare, it’s a shelter for dogs.” She swung the metal door and the whines and barks became louder as furry bodies attached themselves to the thin metal bars that prevented them from slipping out of their kennels. Sophia left his side and started to fiddle with the keys that unlocked each kennel. Crouching low in front of the first one she slipped her hand in and rubbed the snout of a Golden retriever that was eagerly trying to lick her hand.“Hi, honey,” she crooned as she slipped a key into the keyhole and opened the door. The golden was quick to latch itself on her leg, trying to reach up to bump its nose against the hand that Sophia held out. As she struggled to pry the dog’s claws off her Laura breezed past him and took the keys from her, releasing the other dogs. There were about 8 in number and they all clustered around Sophia who was laughing hard as she tried to free herself from their eager paws. Laura le