Once a Playboy…. Kate Hardy

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      When Serena had finished her session with the patient after Lisa—an elderly lady who was recovering from a hip replacement—she took a break, just long enough to gulp down a cup of coffee in the staff kitchen.

      Jess, one of the other physiotherapists, was already there, leaning against the worktop. ‘The kettle’s just boiled. Want a coffee?’ she asked, taking a mug out of the cupboard and waving it at Serena.

      ‘Thanks, Jess. That’d be great.’

      ‘So how was Mr Hot?’ Jess asked, making the coffee and then handing Serena the mug.

      ‘Mr Hot?’ Serena asked warily.

      ‘Your first patient this afternoon.’ Jess grinned and fanned herself. ‘I can’t believe you didn’t know who I meant. He’s seriously gorgeous.’

      Serena didn’t dare reply to that, in case her words were too revealing. The last thing she needed was for her colleagues to think she was lusting after one of her patients.

      ‘Is he single?’

      ‘No idea,’ Serena fibbed. ‘Anyway, I thought you were engaged?’

      ‘I am, but I’m not dead. I can still look. And he’s something else.’ Jess rolled her eyes. ‘I can’t believe you don’t know anything about him. I mean, if I was single and one of my patients was that hot, I’d want to know everything about him.’

      ‘There is such a thing as patient confidentiality,’ Serena said dryly.

      ‘True.’ Jess gave her an irrepressible smile. ‘You know, if he is single, you could always ask him out.’

      ‘Of course I can’t! He’s my patient.’

      ‘Only until his treatment’s finished,’ Jess pointed out. ‘And then there’s nothing to stop you getting to know him better.’

      Serena played her trump card. ‘Ethan.’

      ‘You know your parents would babysit like a shot if you asked them.’

      That was true. But Serena’s mother already picked the little boy up from school every afternoon and kept him entertained until Serena had finished her shift; Serena felt she was taking quite enough from her parents as it was, without asking for more.

      Jess patted her arm. ‘Serena, I know you’re a brilliant mum and you’re a great physio—you’ve taught me such a lot over the last year—but there’s more to life than work and being a single parent. You hardly ever go on team nights out. When was the last time you had some fun?’

      Serena lifted her chin, stung. ‘I have plenty of fun with my son.’

      ‘I know you do, but that’s not what I meant. When was the last time you did something just for you, went out with someone on a date?’

      ‘I’m happy with my life the way it is,’ Serena protested.

      Jess raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you?’

      Serena didn’t answer that.

      ‘Try to make some time just for you,’ Jess said softly. ‘Because you’re important, too.’

      ‘Yeah.’ Serena added cold water to her coffee and gulped it down. ‘I’d better dash. I don’t want to get behind with my appointments.’

      Though, as she left the kitchen, she knew she was being a coward, not facing up to Jess’s questions. When was the last time she’d gone on a date? Not since she’d been going out with Jason, Ethan’s father.

      But that didn’t mean she wanted to go out with George. She’d already dated one heartbreaker who’d let her down, and that was more than enough for her. She’d learned from her mistakes, the hard way. It wasn’t something she intended to repeat.

      CHAPTER TWO

      GEORGE lay flat on the floor with his legs stretched out in front of him. Then he raised his bad leg thirty centimetres from the floor and traced a T-shape in the air, just as Serena had taught him.

      Serena.

      He closed his eyes as he repeated the exercise, seeing her face in his mind’s eye. That beautiful, beautiful mouth. What would it feel like against his skin? He tipped his head back, imagining her mouth teasing a path down his throat; then lower, down his sternum, and lower still, over his abdomen. Her hair would be loose and brushing against his skin, soft as silk, its coolness in sharp contrast to the heat of her mouth.

      He blew out a breath.

      This really wasn’t sensible, fantasising about his physiotherapist like this. Especially as she’d made it quite clear that she wasn’t interested in him. Serena James wasn’t the type of woman he normally dated. She wasn’t one of the tall, rail-thin blondes who graced his arm at parties. She had light brown hair that most people would describe as ‘mouse', she couldn’t be more than five feet four inches tall, and she had definite curves. Glorious curves that he ached to touch. To mould with his palms. To caress and tease until she was as full of desire for him as he was for her.

      He knew what his bossiest sister would say. Alice would roll her eyes and say that he wanted Serena precisely because he knew she was out of reach. Because she was one of the first women in years who’d resisted him.

      Worse still, he knew that was probably true. Serena James was a challenge. She intrigued him. And he found it hard to resist a pretty face and the chance to have some fun.

      If he had any sense, he’d ask if he could see Bruno instead of Serena to finish off the rest of his treatment.

      But the idea of seeing Serena again on Thursday was too much for him.

      Serena smiled at George when he walked in, and heat arrowed down to his groin.

      Down, boy. This is meant to be professional, he reminded his libido.

      ‘So you’ve been doing the exercises I suggested?’ she asked.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Just the exercises?’

      He gave her his most charming smile. ‘Why wouldn’t I?’

      ‘Because you’re the type to push yourself too hard,’ she said softly. ‘What did you do, George?’

      She could read him like a book. He wasn’t sure if that intrigued him more or worried him. Most people were happy just to see the surface; Serena clearly looked deeper and he had a feeling that she saw what most people missed about him. Which in itself was dangerous. Apart from his family, he didn’t let people get that close.

      ‘I tried driving at the weekend. On private land, so there wasn’t a risk to anyone else.’ Odd how it felt important to tell her that. Normally, he didn’t give a damn what people thought about him. But what Serena thought … For some reason, that mattered. And he’d rather not СКАЧАТЬ