Indecent. Tori Carrington

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      “What’ll it be?” she asked the next table as she straightened the condiment caddy and took out her order pad.

      She was doing pretty much the same thing an hour later when two men walked in and took a booth in the next station. She usually gave customers only a cursory glance, but one of the two warranted a double take. Simply because he was one unmistakable Dr. Colin McKenna.

      Lucky stood staring in his direction. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in the world…of course, he would have chosen Connie’s station to sit in.

      “Are you going to take our order or not?” the guy in the booth next to her asked.

      “Not,” she said, walking away.

      COLIN ACCEPTED a menu from the girl who had seated him and his best friend, Will Sexton, then stared at the five big-screen televisions on the walls tuned in to different sporting events. He raised a brow at an archery competition then settled his gaze on Will.

      “Come here a lot?” he asked.

      Will and he had roomed together in college and had remained best friends ever since. While he’d gone the psychiatric route, Will was now a surgeon at St. Vincent-Mercy’s Trauma I Center.

      “Don’t you?” Will asked in his thick British accent, cocking a grin at him. “Reminds me of the pubs back home.”

      Colin highly doubted that, but didn’t say anything. Mirroring their choice in careers, Colin liked things quiet and subdued while Will’s motto was the more chaotic the better. At least in most things. When it came to their sex lives Colin usually liked things a little more wild, while Will had always chosen the sorority girls with the pink ribbons in their hair. Even now he was dating a sweet little resident who planned to go into pediatrics.

      Of course, Colin’s preference had made turning down Lucky Clayborn in his office earlier all the more difficult.

      Merely thinking of the hot, seductive woman made him tug at his collar, something he was free to do now that she was no longer in front of him.

      “Welcome to Harry’s, gentlemen. Can I get you something from the bar?”

      Colin looked up and nearly choked for the second time that day when he found himself staring at none other than the woman in question.

      As soon as he had verified that not only wasn’t she a figment of his imagination, but that she was a waitress, he noticed that Lucky didn’t look anywhere near surprised. In fact, her predatory smile told him she’d probably spotted him the moment he’d walked in.

      “Hello, Dr. McKenna,” she said with that sexy, throaty voice of hers. “Or may I call you Colin now that we’re no longer in the office?”

      Will raised a brow at him. “Friends, are we? And here I thought you’d avoid a place like this like the plague.”

      Colin dropped his hand from his tie. “Actually, we met elsewhere. Will, this is Lucky Clayborn.”

      Will briefly offered his hand to Lucky. “Such an auspicious name. Nice. Very nice.”

      Lucky stared at Will’s hand for a long moment then finally put her own into it and gave a brief shake, apparently not used to the greeting. “Nice to meet you,” she said, her gaze immediately re turning to Colin.

      He tried not to notice the way her T-shirt hugged her just as tightly as her tank had earlier, the green fabric making her eyes look huge in her pale face.

      “Can I bring you a draft?” she asked. “Harry brews his own.”

      Colin swallowed hard and forced his gaze to his menu. “I’ll have bottled water.”

      Will winked at her good-naturedly. “I’ll take a draft. Unlike the stuffed shirt here, I’m just knocking off work.”

      Another waitress neared the table and stopped next to Lucky. Her whisper was none too subtle. “What are you doing? This is my table.”

      Lucky shrugged her away. “Would you guys like to order now or would you like a few more minutes to go over the menu?”

      Colin got the definite impression that if he so wanted, he could order her up with no problem.

      His tie wasn’t the only item of clothing that suddenly felt tight.

      The other waitress strode away toward the back of the restaurant. Colin looked around Lucky to watch the other woman strike up a conversation with a man he guessed was the manager or the owner.

      “We’ll order now,” he said, thinking the less interaction with Lucky the better.

      “Are you in some sort of trouble?” he asked after he and Will had made their choices.

      Lucky glanced back to where the manager was staring at her while the waitress pointed in her direction.

      She smiled as she accepted their menus. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

      She walked away. As soon as she was out of earshot, Will pulled at his own collar. “Did the temperature just get a little hotter in here or is it my imagination?”

      Colin grimaced as he straightened his silverware. “It’s your imagination.”

      “Well, I certainly hope so because I’m guessing she’s a patient of yours. And you don’t want to be taking any chances right now. Not with everything that’s hanging in the balance.” His gaze trailed back to Lucky. “That’s one hot number, though. I don’t know what I would do if a patient of her caliber came on to me the way she’s coming on to you. A package like that has a way of making you forget about medical degrees. Pass her on to one of your colleagues quick, mate.”

      Colin had considered and discarded the option earlier. To pass her on to one of his partners wouldn’t look good. And right now he couldn’t afford even a hint of impropriety. “So why did you pass Miss Clayborn onto your partner?” he could hear himself being asked during a legal deposition. What would he say? “I wanted to screw her so bad my balls ached, that’s why.”

      The sound of raised voices caught his attention. He looked over to where Lucky was facing off with the manager, the other waitress standing nearby with her arms crossed under her impressive chest. Colin couldn’t make out what was being said, but given the man’s stern expression he didn’t think it was good.

      And when Lucky took off her apron and then peeled off her T-shirt and draped both over the manager’s head, he knew he’d guessed correctly.

      There were hoots and hollers as Lucky strode, as casual as you please, toward the kitchen where she disappeared behind the doors.

      “Whoa,” Will said, his eyes wide. “Something tells me I won’t be getting that ale any time soon.”

      Colin watched as Lucky came back out of the kitchen wearing the same tank she’d had on earlier. She ignored the manager as she walked through the place then out the front door.

      He started to push from the table.

      Will caught his arm, his СКАЧАТЬ