Page 11 of Seduced By a Billionaire

“How did you guess,” he grinned roguishly. “What about our esteemed Dr. Thompson?”

He had lost her, “What about him?”

“It’s obvious he has the hots for you.”

She removed the dressing from his leg to check the wound, “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“I find that hard to believe. You sure there’s nothing going on there? He practically drools whenever you’re around. Can’t say I blame him. Ouch!”

“Sorry,” she palpated around the sutures of his inner thigh, “It’s strictly professional. Your imagination.”

“Really? Because I’ve been told I don’t have any.”

“Have any what?”

“Imagination.”

Satisfied that his wound was healing and that there were no palpable clots she re-dressed his leg, “Everyone has an imagination.”

“Hmm, maybe but not in this case.”

“I’ve had very bad luck dating doctors. They have been crossed off my list.”

“You keep a list?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” she grinned. “I don’t date patients either.”

“The list again?”

“You catch on fast.”

“I won’t be a patient forever.”

“You are right now, so the subject is closed.”

“For now.”

“For now,” she said.

“Is that a promise?”

“You are tenacious, I’ll give you that.”

“It makes up for the imagination,” he said.

Ella put her stethoscope against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart. She was so overcome with desire that it was full on war to keep her hands from running over his chest.Talk about drool. She made the fatal mistake of meeting his gaze and got lost for a moment in the depth of his dark blue eyes.

She unconsciously licked her lips and he groaned.

“Ella?”

“Yes?”

“Is my heart still beating?” he grinned.

Embarrassed she pulled the stethoscope away and straightened. He reached for her hand and placed her palm on his bare chest right over his heart.

“Feel that?”

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