What Goes Around...

Part Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Freya was right, the book had just been cresting to the explosion between the ravishing and romantic doctor, and the strong but injured heroine who'd ended up under his care. Her logical mind questioned the doctor's ethics, but the until recently unexplored romantic side of her revelled in the kisses and caresses they shared. The voice in her head reminded of Mitchell Cooper's words that no one needed practice; they just needed someone who loved that. For Freya that had been what the book had been about, but in reality that was a drastic difference. Where was the embarrassment? The clash of teeth, the toe stubbing, the look of disappointment as the heroine Marcia failed to impress the recently divorced Dr Parker Talbot with her lack of experience, or him telling his ex wife about the disaster that his encounter with Marcia had been.

Tossing the book over her shoulder, Freya made for the shower, frustration and anger raising its ugly head. It was like living a bad dream not a romance novel. Where everything went right for the beautiful Marcia, it all went wrong for Freya. She was in a hotel with a good looking, and as much as she hated to admit it, fun man, and he wasn't attracted to her one bit. Not that she wanted him to be, but she wanted his help, yet he couldn't bring himself to sleep with her, not even as a favour.

She'd bought new toiletries earlier in the day, not just underwear, so she tucked into the products that both the shop assistant and the packaging assured her were guaranteed to drive HIM wild in the shower and started to feel better. Though the pharmaceutical company responsible for The Desirable Range obviously hadn't come across someone as impenetrable as Mitchell Cooper, the top of their range products wouldn't make her desirable in his eyes. If she danced around his room in just a thong and nipple tassels she doubted that he'd notice her. Nope, he wasn't going to help, so she just had to see this trip through then work out an emergency contingency plan to deal with the arrival of Simon.

The kiss...

It was like as though her subconscious was on a self destruct mission. Reaching for the shampoo she had to block that memory out of her head with an aggressive hair wash.

Coop had no idea how long he'd been asleep. Every bone ached, which was a sign that he'd barely moved since his eyes closed. Reaching for his phone he was relieved to see there were no messages, no news was good news when it came to his father. He connected a call quickly to be told his father had been sleeping, but was generally as he had been earlier.

Stretching felt so good it was a pity to stop, but he was hungry, he needed food desperately. Standing he didn't bother with a shirt, in just the sweat shorts he'd slept in, he made for the connecting door to Freya's room. He'd ruined her plans; he owed her dinner at least.

                "You want to go out..." the question remained unfinished as the empty room made him silent. With a sigh he made to turn and leave until he saw the bed. On it...he gulped but couldn't resist moving forward to look down at the clothing laid out, presumably for her to wear later. But it wasn't the leggings or the t-shirt that garnered his attention; it was the underwear that sat beside it that did.

It could only be described as sinful, without being slutty. He LOVED slutty, he was a man after all, there was nothing nicer that red lace, leather, visually and provocative, no mixed messages. Just by closing his eyes he could remember several dozen of his favourite examples in just a few seconds. But this, it was a stark contrast. A concoction of floral silk and virginal lace which he couldn't help but imagine wrapped around her body and it was a body hardening thought. Shit how was he going to sit opposite her for a meal knowing that she was wearing that under her clothes? There were tags attached, they were new...