At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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While freshening up and getting changed for the dinner party, I am giddy with excitement. James is a catch alright. When Gianna told me a certain James would meet me at her place, I secretly hoped it would be James Ellis.
I've had a crush on him for ages. I was aware that James and Gianna were mates, but I had never met him. He had been tied up with some Victoria's Secret model and their breakup was rather public. And recent.
I can't believe we spoke all afternoon. I felt comfortable telling him about Adam, mainly since I highly doubt that I'm his type and that he'd be remotely interested in me.
And boy is he handsome! God was most certainly in a very good mood when he conjured this one up. I mean, as if the forget me not baby blue eyes weren't enough, he just so happens to have amazing bone structure, a sweet dimple, full fluffy lips, and not to mention how well the specks of grey scattered between his brown hair works. The deliberate stubble on his face compliments his rugged looks to perfection. Yes, I was paying a lot of attention to him while we spoke. I had to consciously tell myself to quit staring at his lips. But then I'd get lost in his eyes, and resort back to lip reading.
He's got that typical racer build; lean and toned. Fine, I was checking his butt out when he was leaning against the couch earlier. He is built well without looking too beefy, just the right amount of girth.
Hmmm girth.
Mind out the gutter, King.
There's a knock on the door and I inspect myself before opening it. I'm wearing a little black dress with gold accents and long sleeves, stockings and a pair of gold and black high heeled ankle boots. It's got a bit of a cheeky neckline, revealing just the right amount of cleavage.
I hope it's not too fancy. Or too casual. Or too racy.
When I open the door, I'm met with the same sparkly ocean blue eyes I had been trying to avoid getting caught up in all afternoon. James looks at me, and I must admit, my ego takes a huge leap. He raises his eyebrows as his eyes widen and swiftly sweep down and back up my body. I shift awkwardly and clear my throat.
"My eyes are up here, sparky." I tease.
He looks at me embarrassingly and it doesn't help. I'm hoping the dramatic eyeliner, and the dark plum lipstick I have on isn't too over the top. I hate wearing makeup. I didn't have time for it in med school, and I'm always late. I'd much rather sleep in for an extra five minutes than put on makeup. I just left my hair lose and wavy.
"Fuck. You look beautiful." He says, avoiding eye contact and scratching his eyebrow.
"Thanks, you clean up well." I nod at his deep grey dress shirt paired with dark denims and a navy blue knee high jacket. He added a brown belt and a pair of brown brogues to top it all off.
