Surprise Twins For The Surgeon. Sue MacKay

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      He liked Karolina. He didn’t have the hots for her, or love her, or want to get to know her better, though he’d do anything for her if she asked because that was who he was these days, and she felt the same about him. Though she might not do anything he asked. Their respective mothers had other ideas and wouldn’t listen to them. What did they know? Kristof’s mother, in particular, refused to accept that he’d decided not to marry again, ever. Why would he when his ex-wife had cheated on him more times than he could count? Had laughed when he’d told her he loved her and that monogamy was part of their relationship. A deal breaker for him, but her idea of love included adventurous affairs on the side.

      The woman before him was looking at him as though he was her saviour, and shivering, wrapped only in that towel and who knew what underneath? Nothing? ‘Mum, please let Karolina know she’s needed at the apartments urgently.’

      Now he noticed red, string-like straps running over her shoulders. A bikini? Or a bra? Whichever, no better than nothing for warmth. But slightly easier on his overactive libido, which did not have a role to play here. It might’ve been a few months since he’d seen to that need but he would not be scratching it with this woman, despite the heat starting to flow into his blood. Shoving the phone into his back pocket, he told her, ‘You shouldn’t have to wait long. Karolina lives four streets over.’ As long as she’d gone straight home after dropping her mother off.

      ‘Thanks so much. I appreciate your help. I was beginning to think I’d be spending the night out here and there’s nothing other than cold concrete or tarmac.’ Now that her problem was being fixed her mouth lifted into an ironic smile. ‘It’s been one of those days.’

       Don’t smile at me like that. It goes straight to places I don’t want to acknowledge.

      That bow-shaped upper lip and full lower one would be magic on his skin. He slapped his hand against his thigh, instantly regretting the action when she jerked backwards. ‘Well, we’ve dealt with this problem. Glad I came along.’ He was off the hook, had helped her out of a bind and could walk on with a clear conscience. Couldn’t he? Kristof sucked in a breath. She wasn’t as young as he’d first thought. Mid-twenties? Older? What did it matter? He wasn’t interested. It was time for that beer and to forget a particularly difficult day dealing with Capeka. But his hormones got in the way and he asked, ‘Why are you cold when the temperature is still warm?’

      ‘I fell asleep by the pool for a little while and got some sunburn. Now my skin is fluctuating between hot and cold.’

      Kristof looked over her shoulder and whistled. ‘That’s going to sting under the shower.’ An image filled his brain of her tall, slim body under the water. He wasn’t seeing red, more cream-coloured skin and lots of curves. Forget an itch. Muscles tightened in places they had no right.

      His phone rang. Relief at the interruption was quick but didn’t loosen the tension plaguing him. ‘Mum? Don’t tell me you couldn’t get hold of Karolina?’ His eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him so he didn’t miss the way her body momentarily folded inward.

      When she saw him watching she was quick to straighten to full height, bringing the top of her head to align with his chin, while struggling to banish the disappointment sparking in her eyes.

      His mother harrumphed. ‘Of course I did. Karolina will be at least half an hour though. It’s something unavoidable.’ In other words don’t ask.

      He wouldn’t. ‘Okay. I’ll tell—’ What was her name? They hadn’t got around to introducing themselves. He almost didn’t want to in case that made her real. Huh? How not real was this stunning female? ‘We’ll be waiting.’ There went that beer. He explained the situation to the woman. ‘By the way, I’m Kristof Montfort.’ He held his hand out. ‘I’m a doctor from London over here helping my mother for a week.’ That was added to reassure her he wasn’t an axe murderer, not to show off. He didn’t need to tell her he owed his mother for hurting her for many years. That was his guilt, not to be shared.

      She put her slim hand out to shake his and the towel slid to the ground, giving him an eyeful of her body. Definitely lots of enticing curves and her skin was creamy and smooth. Got that right, then. The moisture on his tongue dried. Her breasts more than filled the ridiculously small red-and-white-fabric cups supposedly holding them in place. He couldn’t breathe. Or move. But his eyes roamed. She was a stunner. From top to toes. His eyes cruised down her legs to those toes just to make sure he was right. Of course he was. This woman was hot, beautiful, a magnet for his manhood. He stepped back. Away from temptation. She’d have him locked up in a flash if he acted on the heat ramping through his body, language difficulties or not. Why had he gone and said he was hanging around until Karolina turned up?

      Snatching her hand free, she bent to retrieve her only cover, quickly tying it back in place. ‘Alesha Milligan, fool extraordinaire. I can’t believe I left my phone and keys inside.’

      ‘Pleased to meet you.’

      Then she smiled, reminding him of sunny days on the briny in his runabout, and his stomach hit his feet. Her voice was so feminine and warm. ‘Actually I’m lying. Yes, I can believe it. I’d been distracted big time. It’s a surprise I remembered to take a towel outside.’

      It would’ve been better for him if she’d remembered to take her clothes out to the poolside. Of course only someone who knew they were going to lock themselves outside would do that. ‘We all stuff up at times.’ As he was now, with his body still reminding him that all parts below his belt were in full working order, despite a recent lack of practice due to long hours working at the private practice in Harley Street hindering a social life. But he had to be grateful for towels. The one wound around that exquisite body was hiding even the curves. Except now he knew what was under there. Knew, and wanted another glimpse, wanted to touch and get to know.

       No, he did not.

      ‘Feel like a beer while you wait?’ At least that would mean a quick break while he went home to get said liquid libation.

      Her scrutiny of him seemed haughty. ‘You don’t appear to have any with you and as I don’t intend going to a bar dressed like this I’ll say no. B-but thank you for offering.’ The shivering was back, her skin lifting in goosebumps.

      Inviting her back to the house might be kinder than letting her stand out here, but then they wouldn’t know when Karolina turned up. Also, his mother was still at the children’s home so there was no one else at the house. Alesha might not feel comfortable spending time alone with a stranger while dressed in next to nothing. ‘Give me five and I’ll be back with beer and a jersey and some pants to keep you warm. They’ll be too big but better than nothing.’ And just might make that amazing body look as if it were hanging out in a sack.

       But you’d still know what was in the sack.

      Again surprise appeared in her face. Kristof liked surprising her for some reason. Maybe because green flecks appeared in the brown of her eyes? ‘Th-thanks, I’d appreciate that.’

      ‘If you’re sure you’re all right, I’ll go now.’ She’d be safe but not comfortable. He’d be fast. She was also a visitor to his second country, and visitors were meant to be treated kindly. Yes, that was what this was all about. Taking care of a visitor. Nothing to do with this hissing and fizzing in his veins. ‘Be right back.’

      He’d have that flare of excitement going on in his groin under control by the time he returned. Hopefully hanging out here in the dark only lightened by low-quality street СКАЧАТЬ