The Doctor's Society Sweetheart by Lucy Clark Read Free Book Online

Ms Jofil—no, Dr Jofille—intended to not only throw money at this country so she could go to sleep with a clear conscience that she’d done her part in helping put the world to rights but that she was willing to come here, to risk her life in this country of uncertainty, to show the people back in Australia and hopefully in other countries as well of the need to be doing more than they currently were.
    Even in the orangey glow of the fire, Dart could see the look of determination in her eyes, could hear the vehemence in her tone, and he could make out the unyielding posture of her body. It made him wonder what it would take for her to completely lose control. Would she be as calm and as collected during a romantic interlude?
    If, for example, he were to lean over and kiss her luscious mouth, how would she respond? The thought wasn’t at all unappealing to him. She was, after all, an exquisitely beautiful woman, of that there was no doubt.
    It was ridiculous to even allow his thoughts to wander in such a direction given that she most definitely wasn’t his type at all, but as he looked at her, the colours of the night surrounding her, she looked softer yet still princess-like and perfect. A part of him wanted to see what she would look like when her calm veneer snapped.
    If he were to kiss her without permission, to catch her off guard, to surprise her…Would her blue eyes flash with deep desire or utter anger? Would her mouth respond to his or would she slap his face? If she kissed him back, would she be like a wildcat, wanting more, or melt into his embrace? His mind instantly shifted into temporary overdrive as pictures of them together flashed before him, pictures of the two of them, his mouth on hers, her arms around him, their bodies close together, the heat, the need, the passion…
    A loud crack from the fire snapped through his thoughts and after blinking a few times Dart swallowed and immediatelylooked away from her, dropping his head to check J’tagnan, who was still asleep in his arms. He was appalled that his mind had taken such a journey, that he’d allowed himself to even think of being attracted to another woman. Even though it had been six long years since his world had erupted like a volcano, the lava spewing forth to destroy the lovely life he’d had planned, he’d never been this drawn in by another woman.
    The memory of Marta, of the pure love they’d shared, had been enough to get him through…most of the time. Yet there were days and moments, such as now, when loneliness consumed him, but his mind had never consciously thought about hauling another woman close and kissing the living daylights out of her…not in the way he’d imagined holding Emerson-Rose close.
    She was a woman sent here to do a job, to raise awareness of the plight of these good people, and she was offering her medical services as part of the bargain. She was a high-profile figure and combined with her medical knowledge and her engaging presence in front of the camera he had no doubt she would do a good piece, especially after the way she’d shown she really did care for these good people. Apart from that, apart from the fact that they would be spending time together over this next week, she meant nothing to him and the best thing he could do was to forget his thoughts of the past few minutes and focus on his job.
    ‘Er…good.’
    ‘Good?’
    Dart cleared his throat, still looking at the baby, at the fire, at the people surrounding them. Looking anywhere but at her. ‘It’s good that you feel that way about Tarparnii. Your passion for these people…it sounds honest.’
    Emmy frowned, completely confused. It had nothing to do with what Dart was presently saying but more from whathad just happened. Even through the dim light around them, the glow from the fire, the atmosphere between them had thickened as Dart had looked at her as though he’d wanted to lean over and plunder her mouth. It was the oddest sensation and