The Heart Consultant's Lover

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‘Yes, boss.’ He could just see it now. The rest of the staff would be dressed up to the nines, but she’d still be wearing her formal business suit, with her hair scraped back.

‘See you there. Seven o’clock sharp.’

‘I’ll be there,’ he promised. ‘Though I hope you’re not going to start doing paperwork now.’

She gave him another of those smiles that clearly said, Don’t ask questions. ‘See you in the Calderford Arms.’

When she strolled into the bar at precisely seven o’clock, Leila dug Jack in the ribs. ‘Close your mouth,’ she said.

‘Uh,’ was all Jack could say. Because Ms Fluffy was back—and how! Her hair was loose and fell over her shoulders in glossy waves. She wasn’t wearing much make-up—no more than a light slick of lip-gloss and a coat of mascara—but it was her clothing that really floored Jack. A crop top which revealed a smooth, flat torso, a pair of black trousers that were slung low round her hips, high-heeled strappy shoes and what he had a nasty feeling was a real diamond in her navel.

She looked a million dollars. And the desire he’d felt for her when he’d kissed her in her office was suddenly magnified a thousandfold.

‘Evening, all,’ she said. Still in her posh voice. Still as if she were on the ward. It was like having double vision, he thought. Or as if his audio and visual systems weren’t working in synch. She sounded like the efficient doctor he’d worked with for the past week—but she looked like a bad boy’s wildest dream.