Future Investment: (Taboo Romance Series) (Forbidden Fruit Book 2) by Ali Parker Read Free Book Online

down, crossing my legs and pulling a file into my lap as I opened it. I didn't need the girl knowing that her praise turned me on far more than her looks might. She was an intellectual, and would be my equal within the next ten years.
    Her knowledge in the OR when questioned on next steps was impeccable. She came up with a few thoughts that shortened the surgery time and were new to the teachings at NYU this last year. I wanted to pick her brain just before I forced her to stretch out on my bed for a long night of hearing her cry out in pleasure.
    Stop it. Shit.
    "Well, you were fantastic. I'm so far beyond turned on by the idea of being that calm and collected in the middle of the chaos." She gave me a huge smile and tugged her bun down. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and I stifled the urge to groan. The girl was going to be the death of me.
    "Turned on? I'm not sure that's the appropriate verb." I smirked and glanced down at the file.
    "Of course it is." Her voice was steady, and forced me to look back up, though I'd rather she just left sooner rather than later. I needed her to. If anyone was turned on, it was me. Her features were beautifully complementary to each other, from her button nose to her long eyelashes and full lips. She held her shoulders back, and there was a gleam in her eye that beckoned me to push her, to challenge her, to force her to greatness. She wanted my title, my position, and I wanted her.
    "How so?" I kept my tone steady and quite academic around her.
    "Being turned on isn't just sexual. It's the idea that you're alive inside, buzzing with a tingling need for more of whatever stimulated you so intensely." The innocence on her face left me grasping for straws. Did she know she was incredibly sensual? A tease even. Or was she just so in tune with herself that she didn't have to placate anyone, least of all, herself?
    "Very true. I'm quite stimulated by my career. It's my mistress." I winked at her and glanced back down to the file. "We're having a dinner tonight at my house. It's several of the cardiologists and their residents. It was last-minute, and pushed on us by the head of our department. You'll be there? Six on the dot."
    She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head a little to the side. "Of course I will. Do I need to bring anything?"
    "Just your winning personality and cocky sarcasm," I chuckled and sat up, tucking my lower half under my desk. The delicious pulse that shot through my stomach danced along my erection and left me starving for attention. It was a disturbing place to be, and yet my mind had already walked through how easy it would be to close the door and reach for her.
    Would she reach back? Let me touch her? Taste her?
    "Funny, doc." She stood up. "Anything else from me right now? If not, I know you have plenty to do. I'll use the small office down the hall to type up my report from the surgery. I'll need it for my advisor at NYU."
    "We're good for now. Tell me, who is your advisor? I might know him."
    "Her. Dr. Cynthia Martin." She watched me as if I might have some reaction.
    "She sounds familiar, but I can't place her in my memory. I must be getting old." I glanced down and flipped through the patient file in front of me.
    "Let's hope we all age as gracefully." She walked out the door, leaving me with far more desire than I appreciated.
    "Right. Keep it up, you little sexy tart," I mumbled softly under my breath. "I'll get Parks on you and you won’t live to tell about it."
    Funny enough, the thought of my only friend in the hospital hitting on Elizabeth left me with something bordering on rage. Not good. Not good at all.

Chapter 7
    Elizabeth
     
     
     
    I walked down the hall and tried to catch my breath. I wasn't being saucy or trying to tease him, it just rolled off my tongue without thought. Wrapping my arms around myself, I let out a short yelp as someone turned the corner and plowed into me.
    "Oh! Shit. Sorry, Lizzy." Parks.
    "It's Elizabeth, and watch