The Playboy Doctor Claims His Bride. Janice Lynn

appealing as Eric.

      “I’d say you were out of luck, because the night we met was a fluke and is never going to happen again.” She liked her life in Rivendell too much to risk it.

      “Kasey,” he began, pinning her beneath dark fire.

      “Stop right there, Dr. Matthews.” She jumped from her seat, refusing to be trapped by his nearness. She held up her hand to ward him off. “What happened between us was a mistake. I don’t appreciate you coming to my office, pressuring me this way. I’m not interested. End of story.”

      He paused, confusion flashing in his eyes. Not backing away, he stayed within inches of her face. “You’re serious?”

      “Absolutely.” Much better to deny the sexual chemistry between her and the fascinating man tempting her to throw caution to the wind. As much as she’d once cared for Randall, he’d never lifted her to the heights this man had in a single night. She might not recover a second time. Not professionally. Not emotionally.

      Although Eric looked like he wanted to say more, he clamped his mouth closed and conveyed his displeasure via his tight facial expression.

      Resuming his perch on her desk, he watched her for so long she fought to keep standing. His eyes gleamed a deep brown, threatening to burn her with their intensity if she showed the slightest sign of weakness.

      His gaze scorched into her soul.

      Finally, he gave a curt nod and left. Kasey’s forehead crashed to her desk and she rolled her head back and forth against the hard, cold surface.

      Eric was gone.

      But he’d be back.

      Every workday, he’d be back.

      Just how was she going to stay steadfast when con fronted with Eric day in and day out?