Flaming Desire - Part 1 (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page A

Beside me, Melody and Serena also stared.
    I tried not to stare, tried to avert my eyes, even for a second, pretended to busy myself writing my notes, but the problem was I wasn’t. I felt so distracted my pen froze in mid-air. So, like Melody and Serena, I wordlessly watched him walk closer.
    His black hair looked silky smooth, a little longer on top than on the sides, but certainly enough to run your fingers through and grab a hold of if you wanted to. I wanted to. A wayward lock strayed down over his forehead, giving him an innocent, boyish look. But this was no boy. He was all man. A man with a strong nose, firm and square jaw line and lips that curled upward into what I could almost classify as a sardonic grin.
    His shoulders were broad. Just by glancing at his hands I estimated him to be extremely fit. Thick veins threaded along the back of his hand and up his forearms. He wore multi-pocketed dark blue scrub pants. Over that, a dark blue scrub top. A stethoscope dangled around his neck. His scrub top was tucked neatly into his pants, and I couldn’t prevent my gaze from straying downward. I saw the slight bulge of his genitals tucked off to the left, the outline of which were quite visible every time he took a step forward with that leg.
    Again, a surge of warmth flooded through me and I felt the heat of a blush make its way from my upper chest, along my neck, and into my cheeks. Oh my God was right. He was hot! Not just hot, but super hot. I felt the warm, burning sensation burst into life low in my belly. I quickly glanced at Melody and Serena, saw them both staring wide-eyed at the guy.
    Before I knew it, the man had paused in front of us at the nurse’s station. I felt like an idiot, staring up at him with my mouth open in stunned amazement. I could only hope that drool wasn’t running from the corner of my mouth. I focused on closing it. No drool. Thank goodness for small favors.
    “I’m Matt Drake,” he said, glancing over the three of us. “I need to report to Jessica Landers.”
    His voice was just as sexy as the rest of him. Deep, rumbling, low.
    I extended my hand. “I’m—I’m Jessica Landers,” I said. “I’ll be mentoring you for the next week.”
    He nodded. “So the DON told me.”
    He eyed me for several moments, giving me the quick body check inspection. I wondered what he thought of me. It was obvious what I thought of him, but I would be damned if I let looks interfere with my work or my job.
    Clearing my throat and focusing on the tasks ahead, I gestured toward my friends, also now recovering from the shock. “This is Serena Jackson,” I said. “And this is Melody Stanford.”
    “Pleased to meet you,” he said, offering each a brief handshake.
    I noted that Serena was a little slow in releasing his hand. I cleared my throat and turned to him. “You’ve clocked in?”
    He nodded, glancing around the trauma unit. For now, it was relatively quiet, only one of the bays occupied by a child who had tumbled from the swings at pre-school. Several nurses wearing varied colored scrubs busied themselves stocking the bays as well as the metal rolling supply carts with linen covers that lined the wall opposite the bays; clean sheets, new pillows, plastic sheeting that was placed between the plastic gurney mattresses and the clean sheets in between every patient.
    “I’m ready when you are.”
    Indeed. So was I, but mentoring him was the last thing on my mind.

Chapter 2
    Just as I was about to tell Matt to follow me, intending to show him the lay of the land, Diane reappeared from around the corner and caught my attention. I turned around and abruptly bumped into him. Even though a short distance separated us, it was like bumping into a cement pillar. I bounced off him as he reached out an arm to prevent me from falling. I glanced up at him, chagrined to feel a wave of heat flood my cheeks. “Sorry, Matt,” I mumbled.
    “No worries,” he said.
    He followed my gaze as Diane approached.