Taking a deep breath, Paulina decided to apologize for openly flirting with Dr. Carl a few weeks ago, and for standing in front of him naked...
"I... I need to apologize, Dr. Carl," she stammered, her cheeks flushing crimson. "For everything that happened a few weeks ago. I was... I was out of line."
Dr. Carl, his expression calm and relaxed, leaned back in his chair. "You don't need to apologize," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "It's all water under the bridge."
"But I was flirting with you," she insisted, her voice barely a whisper. "And... and I was... well, you know."
Dr. Carl chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that eased the tension in the room. "Paulina," he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "I'm a cosmetic surgeon. I see naked women every day. It's part of the job."
