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My leg slams into something hard and I stumble, losing my balance. Thank God I had the good sense to wear flats instead of the hooker heels Shaye dangled in front of me. Not only are my feet killing me from running around during my shift at the hospital, but I’m already five foot ten. Heels are the last thing I need, especially in a place where most of the guys are vertically challenged.
Seriously, Nico is the tallest one I’ve seen all night.
I spin around.
Nope. I stand corrected.
My heart hammers as I take in a sharp breath, filling my lungs with a deliciously sexy scent I’ve come to love. A throbbing pulse indicates that my blood pressure is about to soar into the heavens. Tiny beads of perspiration pop up along the back of my neck, and my lips stretch into a tight line. Dammit. I’m a trauma nurse, for Christ’s sake. Being calm and collected is a requirement. I don’t come undone…for anything.
Under normal circumstances.
But Max Oriani is anything but normal.
He’s moody, self-absorbed, cocky, and insensitive, basically an all-around jerkoff. This is what I’ve been chanting to myself for the better part of the past two weeks.
A jerkoff with the power to make me tingle in places that haven’t been tended to in longer than I’d care to admit. A jerkoff who has gotten two chances to figure out how to be a guy I’d even consider spending my precious time with.
And that was two chances too many in my opinion.
I’m not stupid enough to go down that path a third time.
I clench my fists, my narrowed eyes darting toward Nico and Shaye who suddenly have become otherwise occupied and are currently cozied up in their little bubble of deceit.
I knew it. They got me here under false pretenses.
And I’m wearing this dress…a whorey bathing suit thing that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Nothing.
I want to run, but I’m afraid the dress will ride up into the wild blue yonder if I make any sudden moves.
“Hey,” Max murmurs, keeping his distance, a damn good thing since past experience warrants that I launch a fist at his perfectly chiseled jaw.
I don’t respond. I can’t, since I’m too consumed with the lust clouding my mind and weaving a path through my body. All of the X-rated images prevent me from formulating coherent thoughts. My mouth is drier than a woman seeing Jim Belushi naked, and even if my lips decided to work, I have a feeling they’d betray me, too.
What the hell is wrong with me? How did I allow this to happen?
I am the most even-tempered person I know. Practical, logical, and composed.
Except when it comes to him.
Then, I suddenly transform into some sex-crazed, lust-induced woman who can think about nothing other than his body plastered on top of mine, under mine, behind mine…
Why, why, why?
Damn them all!
I straighten to my full height, still a good four inches shorter than Max. Another thing I hate. I don’t feel like I’m in control when I’m staring up at him, and damn-near close to drooling, if I’m being honest.
Just think about what he did. Remember how it made you feel! Remember seeing that bitch in the vintage concert t-shirt you paid a small fortune for because he loves freaking AC/DC!
I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. “Max. How not nice to see you.” I try to slide past him, but there are too many people blocking my path and his fingers wrap around my wrist, keeping me rooted to the spot. Well, that and my feet are no longer communicating with my mind.
My body wants to stay put, actually, my body wants to wrap itself around his wearing this whorey bathing suit thing, but my mind knows it’s a horrible idea.
So what the hell will win?
“Please let go of me,” I say with a smile so fake, it can rival most of the boobs in this place.
