Juno smiled at him, feeling already so very relaxed and she squeezed his hand in a professional handshake. So many women let their hands go limp when someone shook their hands, but Juno knew how to shake hands. Eye contact, a casual pump down and release before it would linger too long. It was just a handshake and Juno Blake was not known to flirt with her superiors. Well, given both were going to be head doctors, he was not so much a superior as more of a mentor.<br/><br/>“Thanks for meeting with me, Doctor Ingnatius. I hope I’ll fit in well enough among the staff and I’m a quick learner. I shouldn’t have much problems.” She smiled a pale-liped smile. She so often wore scarlet lipstick, but she knew to dress modest as well as professional as possible. She crouched down in order to work on her spilled items.<br/><br/>“I was going to sneak a cigarette, I’m sorry,” she admitted as if she was doing something wrong. The flicker lights caused by thunder outlined her healthy figure and the angle showed off a peek of the black lace at her upper thigh: thigh-high stockings and, with the sight of the clasp on the outer thigh, she was wearing a garter belt with it. She tended to spend money, not on purses, but on her lingerie. There was a flash of a pale thigh as she stuffed the last things into her purse before pushing herself back up to balance on the high heels.<br/><br/>That was when the loud crack and flash took out the lights, spilling her office, without windows, into complete darkness. It was a childhood fear, but he would feel her hand latch onto his sleeved arm and the almost—note almost—grab for him made her weight fall against his side. Her breasts pressed to his arms and her heart raced.<br/><br/>“Jesus,” she breathed out.<br/>