Seducing Doctor Mancini – I’m Yours Read Online M.K. Moore

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Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 48(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 32(@300wpm)
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“Well let's see what we can do about that, hmm?”

“Okay,” she says. Turning around I grab a step kit. Opening it, I take the swab and gently run it over her throat. Within minutes, it’s positive. “Alright. You know the drill, Ms. Harrington. A round of antibiotics coming up.”

“Okay. I’m sleepy,” she says yawing.

Poor girl has been through this three times this year. I am going to have to refer her to a specialist.

“You sleep. I’ll get the prescription together and chat with your uncle.” He and I step out of the room, leaving the door open.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“I thought I told you to call me Ann-Marie,” I say laughing.

“So you did, Ann-Marie. So you did,” he says. The way he says my name has me trembling a little in what feels like anticipation.

“Let me get her prescription. The chemist won’t be open for several hours, but I’ve gotten emergency doses I can send home with you,” I tell him. I’ll never get over the fact that the pharmacy is called a chemist here, but I do love the little differences between American English and British English.

“That sounds great. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been open. This is the first time she’s been sick on my watch.”

“You would have figured it out, I’m sure of it.”

“It just was so sudden. She was fine when she went to bed,” he says shaking his head.

“Oh dear. You don’t know do you?” I say with mock seriousness.

“Know what?”

“Kids are germ magnets. She picked this up several days ago, probably at school or dance class. Strep takes two to five days before symptoms show. Don’t be surprised when you get it.”

The look of horror on his face is comical, so I can’t help laughing.

The look on his face changes to a smolder like I have never seen.

Everything in me tells me that I am going to want more of that.

Chapter Three

Anthony

Ann-Marie scared me for a second until I realized she was joking. She’s funny and she knows it, which is even funnier. The way she laughs at her own joke is charming. She’s charming the pants off of me and she doesn’t even know it. I am about two seconds from throwing her down on the floor and loving her like she was meant to be loved. Dangerously close to the edge, I try to reign these feelings in, but it’s no use. I am hooked on this woman and I don't know anything about her other than that she is a paediatrician and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. All of Hollywood included. Her pale, porcelain skin is begging to be touched by me. She needs to be worshipped and I am just the man to do it.

Watching her work on Danielle with such efficiency was hypnotic. All I can think about is asking her out, but I don’t think that would be appropriate. I check her left hand and don’t see a wedding ring, but that doesn’t mean much these days. I’d like to think that she’s unmarried, but I don’t think I’d care if I have to take her away from some other man. I want her that much. Her dark straight hair is pulled back from her face, but I can see that it’s long. Her green eyes are expressive behind her thick framed black glasses. I watch the pulse in her neck jump as she talks to me, as she lets me stare at her unabashed. If I'll never get my fill of looking at her, what's it going to be like when I get to touch her? Taste her?

Alas, staring at her is all I can do with Danielle in the next room, though my hands ache to touch her curves. My tongue wants to taste them. Swallowing thickly, I take the piece of paper she offers me. Our hands touch and neither of us makes a move to remedy that. Our hands stay touching and even this little bit of contact is almost too much.

“I’ll, uh, be in the office all day, so feel free to call if you need anything at all,” she says, breathlessly. She isn’t unaffected by me and that brings to the surface some primal long since unused, if it ever was, part of me. “I am going to make a follow up appointment with an ear, nose, and throat doctor for next week. I am fairly sure those tonsils have to go, but her parents will have to deal with that. I’ll call with the details of that.”

“That sounds good. I can barely deal with this,” I reply.

“You’re doing great, truly. You did the right thing,” she tells me, squeezing my hand. I look down when I hear the piece of paper I’m holding, crinkle. “Shit. Sorry,” she mumbles and I chuckle.



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