reasoning. If not, I would not be thinking of having sex with a stranger, whether he was good-looking or not. Besides, it took more than good looks to get me to jump into a man’s bed.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, I tried on the first of the two suits I was thinking of wearing to work. The skirt was a little long and oversized. I really needed something that would show how fit I was. I was supposed to meet my new supervisor today and I wanted to make a good first impression.
After trying on the second suit, I decided it was exactly what I wanted; form fitting and classy. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I noticed the way my full, long hair graced my shoulders, and I loved it. For a moment, I was tempted to leave my hair down and flowing. However, knowing that it was against the l a boratory ethics to leave my hair flying, I decided to put it up into ponytail. After that, I slipped into my high-heeled shoes, reached for my purse and stumbled out of the house.
When I got to my office, I slipped into my clean laboratory suit and rushed to my supervisor’s office. Before I entered, I stopped to take a last view at myself, checking to see if everything looked perfect. Satisfied, I stepped into the office.
From under his horn-rimmed glasses, he peered at me. As my eyes fell on the man, my breath caught for an instant. The man I had met at Wal-Mart the day b e fore was my supervisor. While I was working hard to make a good first impression, I didn’t know I had already made my first impression in the middle of Wal-Mart. He was the last person I e ver expected to see again and i f the look on his handsome face was any indication, he wasn’t expecting to see me either.
I stood there like a statue, not knowing what to say. And e ven though, I thought about how rude I had been the night before, it still did not stop the intense conne c tion I felt with this man. His brown eyes gazed conf i dently into mine. The penetrating intensity of his gaze almost took my breath away. I felt as if I had always known him, that he had always been a part of me.
Reason flooded through my mind, making me remember why I was there. I tried to clear my throat to begin a conversation, but I still didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, he decided to save me from the awkward situation that I found myself in ever since the very m o ment I stepped into his office.
“Look, I acknowledge that our first meeting didn’t go well yesterday and I apologize for my part in it. Can we begin again?” He extended his hand toward me in greeting. “I’m Cleve Reeves, a microbiologist.”
“Addie Warren, a physiologist,” I said as I reci p rocated with a handshake.
With a gesture, he indicated the armchair facing the desk. “Please, take a seat while I brief you on our next research.”
Cautiously, I took a seat opposite of him. With one hand, he grabbed a document off the top of his stack and handed it to me. I took it and began to skim through it.
“As you know,” he started, “I will be here for about three to four weeks to supervise this research, after which time, I will return to the head office in New York City.”
I nodded.
“From past studies, we know that most bacteria have developed resistance to antibiotics through hor i zontal gene transfer. This horizontal gene transfer often involves plasmids. Plasmids are extra chromosomal genetic element that occurs in any bacterial strains. The purpose of this research is an attempt to invent a new stronger antibiotic that possibly these bacteria wouldn’t be able to resist. We’re going to begin this research with primary procedures such as plasmid extraction, protein purification…”
An hour passed by the time he finished briefing me about the research. It was almost 10:00 in the mor n ing and my stomach was beginning to rumble because I had skipped breakfast.
“Mr. Reeves…”
He cut me off. “Call me Cleve, please.”
I nodded gently.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning, I tried on the first of the two suits I was thinking of wearing to work. The skirt was a little long and oversized. I really needed something that would show how fit I was. I was supposed to meet my new supervisor today and I wanted to make a good first impression.
After trying on the second suit, I decided it was exactly what I wanted; form fitting and classy. Standing in front of my full-length mirror, I noticed the way my full, long hair graced my shoulders, and I loved it. For a moment, I was tempted to leave my hair down and flowing. However, knowing that it was against the l a boratory ethics to leave my hair flying, I decided to put it up into ponytail. After that, I slipped into my high-heeled shoes, reached for my purse and stumbled out of the house.
When I got to my office, I slipped into my clean laboratory suit and rushed to my supervisor’s office. Before I entered, I stopped to take a last view at myself, checking to see if everything looked perfect. Satisfied, I stepped into the office.
From under his horn-rimmed glasses, he peered at me. As my eyes fell on the man, my breath caught for an instant. The man I had met at Wal-Mart the day b e fore was my supervisor. While I was working hard to make a good first impression, I didn’t know I had already made my first impression in the middle of Wal-Mart. He was the last person I e ver expected to see again and i f the look on his handsome face was any indication, he wasn’t expecting to see me either.
I stood there like a statue, not knowing what to say. And e ven though, I thought about how rude I had been the night before, it still did not stop the intense conne c tion I felt with this man. His brown eyes gazed conf i dently into mine. The penetrating intensity of his gaze almost took my breath away. I felt as if I had always known him, that he had always been a part of me.
Reason flooded through my mind, making me remember why I was there. I tried to clear my throat to begin a conversation, but I still didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, he decided to save me from the awkward situation that I found myself in ever since the very m o ment I stepped into his office.
“Look, I acknowledge that our first meeting didn’t go well yesterday and I apologize for my part in it. Can we begin again?” He extended his hand toward me in greeting. “I’m Cleve Reeves, a microbiologist.”
“Addie Warren, a physiologist,” I said as I reci p rocated with a handshake.
With a gesture, he indicated the armchair facing the desk. “Please, take a seat while I brief you on our next research.”
Cautiously, I took a seat opposite of him. With one hand, he grabbed a document off the top of his stack and handed it to me. I took it and began to skim through it.
“As you know,” he started, “I will be here for about three to four weeks to supervise this research, after which time, I will return to the head office in New York City.”
I nodded.
“From past studies, we know that most bacteria have developed resistance to antibiotics through hor i zontal gene transfer. This horizontal gene transfer often involves plasmids. Plasmids are extra chromosomal genetic element that occurs in any bacterial strains. The purpose of this research is an attempt to invent a new stronger antibiotic that possibly these bacteria wouldn’t be able to resist. We’re going to begin this research with primary procedures such as plasmid extraction, protein purification…”
An hour passed by the time he finished briefing me about the research. It was almost 10:00 in the mor n ing and my stomach was beginning to rumble because I had skipped breakfast.
“Mr. Reeves…”
He cut me off. “Call me Cleve, please.”
I nodded gently.
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