wanted to be careful...
When the doorbell rang he'd already dressed again in casual, loose pants and shirt, and had laid two places at the dining-room table, complete with wineglasses.
'My God!' he said as he flung open the front door and looked at Dawn standing on the covered porch, framed exotically between the two white Romanesque columns that flanked it. 'Isn't that a bit hot for June?' His eyes went over her incredulously.
Dawn wore a full-length black mink coat that came down to just above her ankles. Her straight blonde hair, jaw-length, was sleeked to one side elegantly and she wore pearl and diamond drop earrings. Impeccably made up, her lips crimson to match her fingernails, she looked cool and sophisticated, in spite of the fur. She carried a small black snakeskin handbag. Stepping over the doorstep carefully in her high-heeled shoes, she turned to flash him a smile.
Dazzled, he closed the door while she placed her bag on a chair.
'Not particularly hot,' she said, 'when you have nothing on underneath.' Again she smiled, teasing him.
Clay raised his eyebrows at her. 'You're full of surprises, Dawn,' he said, aware that his own voice had thickened.
She laughed softly. 'I hope you're not too hungry, Clay, because I don't want to eat just yet.' With a coquettish look, she captured his hand and led him into the sitting room, where the drapes were partially closed against the late sun and music played softly.
Standing in the centre of the plush oriental rug, she slowly opened the mink coat to reveal that, true to her word, she was totally naked underneath. Clay sucked in his breath sharply as he looked at her, feeling the familiar desire take hold. There was no doubt that she was a beautiful woman, softly feminine. 'I can wait to eat,' he said, smiling. 'It's sacrilege to think of food when a man has a woman like you.'
He let go of her hand and put his hands on her waist, smoothing them down over her hips as she slowly slipped out of the coat and let it subside in a sensual heap on the floor at their feet. Dawn took his hands and moved them up to cover her breasts. Clay closed his eyes and let the feel of her overwhelm him.
'Did you try this on Jerry...with the coat?' he asked, the words coming out before he could hold them back. 'If so, I'm surprised he could resist.' They had never actually discussed her passion for her boss.
That was exactly what he'd been thinking, yet he regretted what seemed now, a moment later, to be an uncouth utterance, especially when he felt her stiffen under his hands.
'No, I didn't,' she said, a coldness in her tone. 'Maybe I should have.'
Clay pulled her against him so that she was aware that he wanted her, enveloping her softness tightly in his arms. 'Forget I said that, my beautiful,' he murmured. 'Forget everything. Mmm...' He breathed in her scent, nuzzling her hair. 'I want you...desper ately...and I'm very glad you came.' He kissed her, feeling her relax her weight against him. Taking her hands, he eased her down onto the floor so that their heads rested on the soft fur of the coat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Once again Clay was at the hospital at seven o'clock in the morning, striding through the entrance of the surgical wing, making for the elevators that would take him up to the floor where he could see Mike Dolby and the other patients he had operated on the day before. He was rushing, trying to see them before he had to be at the meeting.
Mike, who shared a two-bedded room, looked considerably different today. As Clay came up to the bed he could see instantly that his patient was feeling considerably better for having had a mass of inflamed bowel removed. His colour was good, that look of strain, which denoted constant chronic pain, had gone, as had some of the look of illness and fatigue.
'Well,' Clay said, smiling, 'I scarcely have to ask you if you feel better.'
'I feel really good, Dr Sotheby,' Mike said. 'I can tell already that when this bit of pain from the operation
When the doorbell rang he'd already dressed again in casual, loose pants and shirt, and had laid two places at the dining-room table, complete with wineglasses.
'My God!' he said as he flung open the front door and looked at Dawn standing on the covered porch, framed exotically between the two white Romanesque columns that flanked it. 'Isn't that a bit hot for June?' His eyes went over her incredulously.
Dawn wore a full-length black mink coat that came down to just above her ankles. Her straight blonde hair, jaw-length, was sleeked to one side elegantly and she wore pearl and diamond drop earrings. Impeccably made up, her lips crimson to match her fingernails, she looked cool and sophisticated, in spite of the fur. She carried a small black snakeskin handbag. Stepping over the doorstep carefully in her high-heeled shoes, she turned to flash him a smile.
Dazzled, he closed the door while she placed her bag on a chair.
'Not particularly hot,' she said, 'when you have nothing on underneath.' Again she smiled, teasing him.
Clay raised his eyebrows at her. 'You're full of surprises, Dawn,' he said, aware that his own voice had thickened.
She laughed softly. 'I hope you're not too hungry, Clay, because I don't want to eat just yet.' With a coquettish look, she captured his hand and led him into the sitting room, where the drapes were partially closed against the late sun and music played softly.
Standing in the centre of the plush oriental rug, she slowly opened the mink coat to reveal that, true to her word, she was totally naked underneath. Clay sucked in his breath sharply as he looked at her, feeling the familiar desire take hold. There was no doubt that she was a beautiful woman, softly feminine. 'I can wait to eat,' he said, smiling. 'It's sacrilege to think of food when a man has a woman like you.'
He let go of her hand and put his hands on her waist, smoothing them down over her hips as she slowly slipped out of the coat and let it subside in a sensual heap on the floor at their feet. Dawn took his hands and moved them up to cover her breasts. Clay closed his eyes and let the feel of her overwhelm him.
'Did you try this on Jerry...with the coat?' he asked, the words coming out before he could hold them back. 'If so, I'm surprised he could resist.' They had never actually discussed her passion for her boss.
That was exactly what he'd been thinking, yet he regretted what seemed now, a moment later, to be an uncouth utterance, especially when he felt her stiffen under his hands.
'No, I didn't,' she said, a coldness in her tone. 'Maybe I should have.'
Clay pulled her against him so that she was aware that he wanted her, enveloping her softness tightly in his arms. 'Forget I said that, my beautiful,' he murmured. 'Forget everything. Mmm...' He breathed in her scent, nuzzling her hair. 'I want you...desper ately...and I'm very glad you came.' He kissed her, feeling her relax her weight against him. Taking her hands, he eased her down onto the floor so that their heads rested on the soft fur of the coat.
CHAPTER FOUR
Once again Clay was at the hospital at seven o'clock in the morning, striding through the entrance of the surgical wing, making for the elevators that would take him up to the floor where he could see Mike Dolby and the other patients he had operated on the day before. He was rushing, trying to see them before he had to be at the meeting.
Mike, who shared a two-bedded room, looked considerably different today. As Clay came up to the bed he could see instantly that his patient was feeling considerably better for having had a mass of inflamed bowel removed. His colour was good, that look of strain, which denoted constant chronic pain, had gone, as had some of the look of illness and fatigue.
'Well,' Clay said, smiling, 'I scarcely have to ask you if you feel better.'
'I feel really good, Dr Sotheby,' Mike said. 'I can tell already that when this bit of pain from the operation
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