Surrender My Love by Lisa Eugene

brilliance and skill. He was egotistical, domineering, and implacable—a total jerk!
    Then w hy are you so attracted to him? Why were you thinking about what was in his pants?
    Chloe covered her face with her palms, shamed by the emotions slamming into her. She couldn’t deny it. Even in her anger she found him unbelievably appealing. The man was sinfully gorgeous and completely overwhelming. He was tall and robust. All tanned skin and chiseled features. From the way he filled out his suit, she could tell he was honed with lean muscle. His dark hair was a thick, inky mat of waves, cut short. When he smiled, dimples slashed down his cheeks, enhancing the unique map of his attractive face.
    That mouth was lickable, and those lips… God… the bottom was a voluptuous curve of flesh. Whenever she looked at them, she imagined sucking on them, or feeling them plot a meandering course over her body and making leisurely stops along the way. She never allowed her gaze to linger for fear that her desire would be apparent. Those dark blue eyes seemed to bore through her, stealing peeks at the thoughts she tried to conceal. Although, one thought had slipped through her mental blockade to suffer the embarrassment of freedom.
    Oh God…
    Chloe walked to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. He hadn’t seemed angry about the blunder. In fact, he appeared to be somewhat amused. Of course he was! He was probably still laughing at her. Here was yet another woman who found him desirable. Like the one on the phone… horny beast? Chloe’s mind filled with all sorts of lurid images and she groaned audibly.
    He is so absolutely panty-wetting fuckable! She needed to get a grip. Men like Dr. Markson chewed up and spat out women like her. If they even decided to partake in the meal. She was thrilled he wasn’t lodging a complaint, and had been enormously surprised by the apology, but she had enough tumult in her life to keep her thoughts occupied. These carnal musings about Dr. Brad Markson were completely inappropriate and silly! A man like him would never be interested in her. His mere presence twisted her insides out and tied her nerves into convoluted knots of apprehension.
    Chloe dried her face with a paper towel then headed from the bathroom , determined to stamp out all thoughts of the delectable Brad Markson. She was rushing up the corridor to the nurse’s station when she spotted Nigel heading towards her. He was wearing his white lab coat and carried his basket of blood-drawing supplies. The last time she’d seen him had been last night during the Code Blue. She waved as she scurried by, wishing she had time to stop and chat. He’d seemed just as upset about Mr. Barkley as she. He was always so shy and socially awkward, and would probably appreciate having someone to talk to.
    Her thoughts abruptly shifted when she found Nurse Wall waiting at the nurse’s station. The line of her tight lips and the frigid intensity of her stare clearly conveyed her anger. She was a large woman, her very short dark hair, and her meaty features made her appear bloated and masculine. Chloe came to a full stop in front of her, anxiety bubbling under her breasts.
    God! Can I not catch a break today?
    “You’re late!”
    “I had my meeting with Dr. Markson.”
    Her supervisor squared her broad shoulders and pursed her lips.
    “ I hope he put you in your place! Mr. Barkley had been his patient and friend. It was inappropriate for you to treat him the way you did!”
    “I cared about Mr. Barkley too. It meant a lot to me to be able to take care of him at the end…to show him respect. I don’t know what happened. He was just so agitated and confused, just like the other patient I told you about. It just seems strange.”
    “The world does not revolve around you , Nurse Bennett! I didn’t ask for your opinion! Get to work!”
    Chloe watched Nurse Wall huff and march away, wondering at her sharp words. Chloe had incurred her wrath a few