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hesitation I smash my finger against the glass and start a search.
    Dominus; it’s an elegant exclusive members only, restaurant with a nightclub. A few clicks later, I learn that Dominus is not just one single restaurant. There are locations all over the world, from here in Seattle to San Diego, Chicago, Italy, France, Miami, New York, Brazil and even Australia! Holy crap, this man is successful, I knew he had to be somebody special to land in Seattle Trinity hospital but I didn’t expect him to be a billionaire. The pictures…. wow, I can’t believe the degree of extravagance, no expense was spared when decorating, and the nightclubs are dark and mysterious, even a little creepy. Ok, now I’m even more intrigued, but a little voice in the back of my head is telling me I should stop right here. Searching any deeper is only going to bring trouble, but do I listen? 
    No. Shut up little voice! 
    Thirty minutes later I’ve learned that he is 36 years old, lives here in Seattle and grew up in Italy where he was born. Strangely that’s it I’ve hit a brick wall. There’s no more personal information to be found. There are pictures of him at Dominus in various locations around the world spanning over at least fifteen years. In every photograph he is dressed in a regal suit but most distinguishing are his eyes.  So that’s what they look like when they are open…. green, no not just green, such a bright green that they’re almost glowing, like a cat. It seems strange an Italian man would have such striking green eyes with his dark complexion; I would have guessed he had brown eyes. He stands alone in every photograph, no women or date; never smiling. His expression is intense with a hint of a scowl. It’s curious that he owns such extravagant establishments but he is always alone in his photographs. You’d think women would be flocking to a wealthy gorgeous man like Marcus. I scroll down and come across a collection of photographs taken in Dominus locations all over the world; famous people, I mean really famous people are posing in every one. Finally I lay the iPad aside and take my sleeping pills. I could ask his sister about it tomorrow, but then again she said they weren’t close so she probably doesn’t know any more than I do. As I snuggle down in the duvet I close my eyes and in the darkness I imagine Marcus’s piercing green eyes focusing on me with his hands caressing my skin.
     
     
     
    Waking up during the day is unsettling; the room is dark and I don’t know what time it is. When I roll over and look at the clock I see it’s still early and I’m feeling creative. I decide to trade sleep for a few hours at the Seattle Glass Blowing studio. The studio is a place of healing for me. It’s somewhere I can throw myself into making something beautiful and escape reality, if only for a short time. I roll out of bed and grab my iPad clicking on one of my favorite playlists and head to the shower. When I stop in front of the bathroom mirror I see a chronically tired version of myself staring at me with crazy tangled jet-black hair. What have I been doing in my sleep? 
    The dark circles under my eyes and the ashy tone that has replaced my caramel colored skin are telling of my work schedule. I could use a vacation somewhere warm, where I can soak up some sun on a sandy beach. I turn on the water, strip down and step into the hot shower that instantly steams up the bathroom. Washing my hair I tap my foot to the beat of the music and dance around. I rarely do anything without music, except at work and even then when it’s slow I sneak in my ear buds while charting or observing a sleeping patient.  Marcus sleeping, and there he is  invading my thoughts again. Am I ever going to get this guy off my mind?
    After my shower I see a slight improvement; I have some color in my cheeks from the hot water and my hair is untangled. When I’m dry and my challenging hair has been flat ironed and braided I dress in