One Night With The Italian Doc: Unwrapping Her Italian Doc / Tempted by the Bridesmaid / Italian Doctor, No Strings Attached. Carol Marinelli

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       CHAPTER FIVE

      ‘I NEED SOMEONE to buddy this,’ Beth called, and Louise went over to the nurses’ station to look at the CTG tracing of one of Beth’s patients.

      The policy at The Royal was that only two experienced midwives could sign off on a tracing and so a buddy system was in place.

      It was way more than a cursory look Louise gave to the tracing. They discussed it for a few moments, going over the recordings of the contractions and foetal heart rate before Louise signed off.

      It was a busy morning and it sped by. At lunchtime, as Anton walked into the staffroom, had he had sunglasses then he would have put them on. There was a silver Christmas tree by the television and it was dressed in silver balls. There were silver stars hanging from the ceiling—really, there was silver everything hanging from every available space.

      ‘Have you been at the tinsel again?’ Anton said to Louise, who was eating a tuna salad.

      ‘I have. I just can’t help myself. I might have to go and speak with someone about my little tinsel problem—though I took up your suggestion and went with a theme in here!’

      ‘I cannot guess what it was.’

      Anton chose to sit well away from her and, for something to do, rather than listen to all the incessant gossip, he picked up a magazine.

      Oh, no!

      There she was and Louise was right—the underwear was divine.

      ‘Christmas Holly’ said the title and there a stunning Louise was in the stockings she’d had on last night but now he got the full effect—bra, stockings and suspenders. Anton turned the page to the Mistletoe range, and the shots, though very lovely and very tasteful, were so sexy that Anton felt his body responding, like some sad old man reading a porn magazine, and he hastily turned to the problem page, just not in time.

      Oh, God, he was thinking about swiping the magazine, especially when he glimpsed the Holly and the Ivy shots.

      ‘Ooooh.’ Louise looked over and saw what he was reading. ‘I’m in that one.’ She plucked it from his hands and knelt at the coffee table and turned to the section in the magazine as a little crowd gathered around.

      She was so unabashed by it, just totally at ease with her body and its functions in a way that sort of fascinated Anton.

      ‘You’ve got a cleavage,’ Beth said, admiring the shot.

      ‘I know,’ Louise said. ‘Gorgeous, isn’t it?’

      ‘But how?’

      Anton closed his eyes. These were women who spent most of their days dealing with breasts and vaginas and they chatted with absolute ease about such things, an ease Anton usually had too, just not when Miss Louise was around.

      ‘Well,’ Louise said as Anton stared at the news, ‘they take what little I have and sort of squeeze it together and then tape it—there’s a lot of scaffolding under that bra,’ Louise explained. ‘Then they pad the empty part and then they edit out my nipples.’

      ‘Wow!’

      ‘I wish they were real,’ Louise sighed.

      ‘Would you ever get them done?’ Beth asked.

      ‘No,’ Louise said, as Anton intently watched the weather report. ‘I did think about it one time but, no, I’ll stick with what I’ve been given, which admittedly isn’t much. Hopefully they’ll be massive when I get pregnant and then breastfeed.’

      ‘Anton!’ Brenda popped her head in to save the day. ‘I’ve got the husband of one of your patients on the phone. Twenty-eight weeks, back pain …’

      ‘Who?’

      ‘Emily Linton.’

      ‘Merda.’ Anton cursed under his breath and СКАЧАТЬ