The Italian Doctor's Proposal. Kate Hardy

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      ‘I can tell you where to go.’

      He grinned, deliberately misinterpreting her. ‘I’ll bet.’

      ‘I don’t need a break, Mr Alberici.’

      ‘OK—then I’ll pull rank, Dr Williams. Coffee. With me. Now.’

      She walked in silence with him out of the ward, aware of the speculative looks cast their way and determined not to give anyone the excuse to gossip about her. She remained silent until they were well out of earshot of the ward.

      ‘I’d like you to leave me alone in future,’ she said. ‘What you did in your office—’ made my knees go weak again ‘—was sexual harassment,’ she finished stiffly. ‘I’d prefer you not to repeat it.’

      He nodded and his face became impassive. ‘In future, Lucy, I’ll make sure I have your permission before I touch you.’

      It was what she wanted. So why did his words make her feel as if the sun had stopped shining?

      And why was he going to drag her through the torment of having coffee with him?

      ‘Though I prefer to be on friendly terms with my colleagues,’ he said.

      Yeah, right. Three dates and you’re out.

      ‘So perhaps we should put all this behind us.’

      ‘As you wish.’ Lucy gave him a cool nod.

      ‘So, where are we having this coffee?’

      She seized the chance to change the subject, turn it to something more neutral. ‘Pat’s Place, on the second floor. The mochaccino’s to die for. Not to mention the blueberry muffins—Pat makes them herself. Pat’s the one with the dangly earrings.’

      Shut up now, Lucy. You’re babbling, she told herself.

      Not that Nic seemed to mind. There wasn’t a trace of impatience in his tone. ‘Blueberry muffins, hmm? A woman after my own heart,’ he said.

      She wasn’t anything of the sort. The man was a born flirt. And anyway, he was just trying to find common ground with a member of his new team, she reminded herself.

      The walk to the coffee-bar was torture. With every step, she remembered the way he’d touched her. The way her skin had heated as he’d turned her palm over. The way his lips had brushed her skin, sending tingles down her spine. The way he’d licked her pulse point…

      She glanced down quickly, relieved that her white coat was thick enough to hide the obvious signs of her arousal. Hell. She couldn’t let this happen. Not again. And she absolutely refused to let herself believe that Nic was different. She’d leave that line to her mother and her three sisters. Susie, Allie, Mum and Rach—every time they convinced themselves that ‘this one’s different’ and he never was.

      As for Nic Alberici, Pauline had told her he was a heartbreaker—and what reason would one of her best friends from med school have to lie to her? No, Nic Alberici was just the same as all the rest. Love ’em and leave ’em. She should stay well clear.

      He’s gorgeous, the voice in her head insisted.

      That’s irrelevant, she told herself. Looks don’t come into it.

      But you want to—

      ‘Lucy?’

      She’d been so intent on arguing with herself she hadn’t heard a word he’d said. ‘Sorry. I didn’t catch what you said,’ she mumbled, embarrassed at being caught wool-gathering.

      ‘Mochaccino and a muffin?’

      ‘Yes, please.’

      ‘Grab us a table. These are on me.’

      She was about to protest that she’d pay for her own, but his eyes warned her it’d be better to accept with good grace. ‘Thanks,’ she said.

      She found a small table in the corner. He joined her with a tray of coffee and muffins.

      This is his part-of-the-team chat, she reminded herself. So let’s keep it work-related. ‘Settled in OK to Treverro?’ she asked.

      He nodded. ‘They’re a nice bunch on River.’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Spit it out,’ he said, surprising her.

      ‘Spit what out?’

      ‘You’re obviously dying to take me to task.’

      ‘I don’t know what you mean.’

      He grinned. ‘Lucy, your eyes go all schoolmarmy when you’re annoyed about something.’

      Did they? She’d never realised she was so transparent.

      ‘You are to me,’ he said softly, and she realised she’d spoken aloud.

      ‘Nonsense,’ she said crisply.

      ‘So what am I doing wrong?’

      ‘Nothing.’

      ‘Explain the schoolmarmy look, then.’

      Well, he was asking for it…‘You’re right about the staff on River. They’re a nice bunch and I’d hate to see them hurt,’ she informed him.

      ‘You think I’d hurt them?’ He frowned. ‘Why?’

      ‘You have a reputation.’

      He rolled his eyes. ‘Oh, not that Italian playboy stuff again! Lucy, I’m not a stereotype. Yes, I like to have fun—but I stick to the rules and no one gets hurt. Just take me as I am.’

      Her libido fluttered and she stamped on it hard. Don’t go getting any ideas, she warned it. ‘Yes, boss.’

      His lips thinned. ‘If you don’t believe me, ask yourself if your reputation’s deserved.’

      She didn’t need to ask him which reputation. She was all too aware of it. ‘My career’s important to me.’

      ‘But that doesn’t make you a cold fish.’

      She knew that. Her patients did, too. And as for the men she’d turned down—they just needed to grow up enough to realise they weren’t irresistible and it didn’t mean she was a challenge to be conquered. Her reputation didn’t bother her.

      ‘Or any less of a woman,’ Nic added softly, and her insides melted at the flash of sensuality in his eyes.

      This conversation was definitely straying onto worrying territory. She sat up straighter. ‘My private life’s just that.’

      ‘And so is mine.’

      ‘Good. Then we’re agreed.’

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