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she was a sassy saloon gal.
    In her wildly imaginative mind, she could taste the briny flavor of his skin as she licked his bare nipple. She inhaled the intrinsic scent of lusty man. She could hear his deep-throated groan as he called out her name in pleasure.
    Whoa!
    What was wrong with her? He was a patient. She was a nurse. It was inappropriate, unprofessional and wrong on about ten different levels. She should not be feeling these sensations.
    And yet, she was.
    Stop this now.
    She tried to make her mind blank. Tried to tamp down the erotic vision of what his hot male body would look like stripped of his London Fog raincoat and designer suit. She tried to slam the brakes on her taboo fantasies.
    But she could not.
    Oh, this was bad, bad, bad. She was supposed to be the sex expert, but she was the one who needed therapy.
    Shocked by the intensity of her emotions, her gaze dropped helplessly to his crotch.

    2
    SEBASTIAN, who didn’t miss a trick, noticed where the nurse’s gaze went and he suppressed a smile. “Hi, I’m Mr. Black.”
    “I’ve been waiting for you,” she murmured.
    Oh, no, whispered his impudent ego, where have you been all my life? A sexually confident woman bold enough to overtly check out his package in public? He gave her the once-over and the first thing he noticed was that she wasn’t wear a wedding band.
    Hmm.
    Her tongue flicked out and she ran it across her full, strawberry-colored lips.
    Spellbound, he simply stared. He liked her. He liked her a lot.
    She stood at the end of the corridor in front of a floor-to-ceiling stained glass window. The late-afternoon sun filtering in through the myriad of colors cast a radiant rainbow over her smooth, creamy skin. The center of the stained glass art was an unfurling red rose. The sunlight shimmered, bathing her honey-blond hair, which was pulled back so appealingly in a long ponytail, in a blushing pink glow.
    Like zinfandel. Sweet, light, innocent.
    The sight was evocative enough to cause instant sweat to bead on his brow in spite of the temperate climate inside the hospital.
    Sebastian had an almost irresistible urge to pull the clasp from her hair and run his fingers through those silky locks. He couldn’t pry his eyes off her and he had no idea why. He normally went for leggy redheads with big boobs, not diminutive waifs with vulnerable eyes. His heart literally skipped a beat and the unexpected reaction disturbed him. Usually the only time his pulse skittered was when he successfully steered a client’s reputation out of the skids.
    His gaze dropped to the round curve of her breasts. Her name tag said Julie. A sweet romantic name.
    He glanced up.
    Their gazes met.
    Cemented.
    She possessed the most interesting blue eyes he’d ever seen. Eyes the same color of the Pacific Ocean.
    Her lips parted.
    Sebastian gulped.
    Quickly, she glanced away, but then a second later her gaze was on his again, assessing him with slow, deliberate intent until he began to feel like a bug under a microscope.
    She narrowed her eyes, pressed her lips together in a firm line and crooked a finger at him. “Come with me.”
    He followed. At this point, he would have gone straight to hell if that’s where she was leading.
    Her rubber-soled shoes squeaked quietly against the marble tile. The lemony smell of cleaning solution filled the air. His gaze fixated on the sway of her spectacular ass.
    She took a key from her pocket, unlocked a heavy oak door, turned the handle and pushed inside. He went in with her and found himself standing in a state-of-the-art examination room. The leather exam table was obviously new and covered with crisp white butcher paper. The fixtures on the walls were shiny, polished chrome.
    Was this where he’d be taking his meeting with the hospital’s owners? Unexpected, but okay. Or maybe she was just putting him in here while she went to round up the Confidential Rejuvenations executives.
    He shrugged out of his raincoat and hung it on the