One Night With The Hot Doctor

1: Arabe

ainst the bar. His silver-streaked hair framed a smile so sly it made

lmost bored. "Thank you for the compliment," I said, my v

ripping with entitlement. "My private jet's ready to take off. Where to, beautiful? London? Singapore? Rome? A woman like you d

e, a trophy for his collection. A body, not a soul. I wasn't one of them, though.

dank u," I tried in Dutch. Still nothing. "Nein, danke," I said firmly, switching to German. He blinked, stunned for a moment

treating into the crowd, disappearing as my fresh drink slid across the bar. Good. If he'd pressed harder, I might'v

. Her smoky eyes were alluring, her lips painted blood red, and her chocolate-brown waves framed a face designed to seduce. The white dress she wore clung to her every cur

ead just so, to let her confidence fill the air like a heady perfume. But the truth? I was exhausted. My feet ached in

er evidence of her cheating husband, and I was the bait. She'd said he had a type-exotic, curvy, my

littering bottles lined the bar shelves. The crowd was just as dazzling, dressed to impress, their laughter mingling with the steady thrum of bass-hea

ile I'd memorized. Too tall. Too pale. Too heavy. None of them matched the description of Anthony Metzger, m

removed from my real life-but the waiting? The constant leering? That was the worst. Still, the pay was

many times. I'd noticed him earlier but dismissed him. He wasn't my mark. He wasn't even looking at me-or at anyone else, for that matter. S

sensing my gaz

oise of the club faded into the background. He saw me. Not Arabella, not

tare hadn't rattled me. It had. Arabella didn't get rattled. Arabella

Arabella. N

to reality. I glanced at the scr

e mark's not coming tonig

rs of preparation, two hours in stil

ome, eat an entire tray of brownies, and soak in the

ar, ready to finish my drink and make my exit. But before

get stood

e me now, his height even more intimidating up close. His tailored suit clung perfectly to h

miled. Bel

aid, my voice smooth despi

ing into a faint smirk, "at le

night suddenly didn't fe