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  It hit me hard. I had to have her. I wanted her writhing in my bed as I took her, controlling her pleasure as I fucked her nine ways to heaven. I groaned, thinking about taking her from behind, running my hands over that sweet curvy ass that I would let sit on my face for hours and then leaving behind my hand imprint, as I introduced her to pleasure intermingled with pain. I would make her come so hard over and over that it would take her weeks to remember what normality felt like.

  Walking back into my house I quickly stripped, my cock becoming painful with my need for release. Turning on the shower, I stepped under the warm spray and with the water beating down on me, I wrapped my hand around my throbbing erection. Pumping quickly, I braced myself with my other hand against the shower wall as I imagined her plump lips wrapped around me. Her face flashed before me and I saw the tumble of her hair around her face, the lush curves of her petite body and those irresistible green eyes. I came hard, groaning, not experiencing this intensity in a long time.

  As I dried myself off, I reasoned it was only just that I would have her. After all, I was the famous Julien Berthou - fucking world-renowned surgeon. I was thirty-four and had the world at my feet! And rightly so, I reasoned, having worked damn hard to get to where I am today. I liked that my name was mentioned in the most hushed voices and in the most elite circles. Life was good and everything came at a price, especially here in L.A. Money was not an issue for me - I could have or buy whomever I wanted and my sights were firmly set on Ellie.

  Unfortunately my release had taken the edge off but, still feeling unfulfilled and irritable, I almost considered calling one of the many girls I had on my cell for a late night booty-call, who would only be too eager to come over and play. However, flicking through my contacts, I soon realised that they would only be a poor substitute and I’d only have to deal with the crap of asking them to leave afterwards. No, I wasn’t in the mood for that shit-fest tonight. Only Ellie could cure my lust at this time.

  I decided I’d start my chase tomorrow, by sending her a huge welcome basket. Hell, I’d even have Nina schedule her an appointment at the Spa - the full works, whatever she desired.

  I spent the following week watching Ellie from the sidelines. In between consults and ops, my schedule was full but I was still able to keep tabs on my new intern. She seemed to have made friends with Penny, one of my specialist reconstructive nurses, and I was glad to note that she had someone nice to show her the ropes.

  My plans for seduction? Well, I’ll be damned but I was honestly stumped. I was sure she’d have been in my bed by now and frustratingly; I had even begun to question my seduction techniques. Could I possibly be doing something wrong? I quickly dismissed the thought, my techniques had never let me down before, I had them honed down to a fine skill.

  I heard from my Spa manager that whilst she seemed to enjoy her session, she had refused a haircut or colour, viewing most of the specialised treatments with some scepticism. I shook my head in disbelief - the poor girl had a lot to learn with just how far the lengths the women and men went through in this town to keep themselves looking fresh. Apparently she had spent most of her time asking questions about how the business side was run. She intrigued me - she was clearly bright; now I just had to figure out what made her tick. I was also unsure as to why she appeared to be denying her attraction to me - it was obvious I had an effect on her. I spent an hour with her on Tuesday morning, giving her an overview of the practice and I could feel the desire radiating off her. Almost smell her arousal. So why hadn’t she responded appropriately? We were both consenting adults and I wasn’t used to games. Women were normally putty in my hands.

  Late Thursday, I had a few minutes to spare, so, needing some refreshment, I headed to our staff kitchen to grab a fresh juice. I had made sure to equip the place with all the latest gadgets and appliances - my nurses needed a place like home when they were working shifts so I wanted it to be as comfortable as possible.

  Walking into the kitchen, I stopped short as I was greeted with the sight of Ellie’s curvy ass bent over the table, flicking through a magazine. A slow smile spread across my face and I immediately felt myself getting hard at the sexual thoughts that immediately filled my head. Fuck. I hadn’t had sex in over a week and the frustration was getting to me. She must have noticed someone behind her so she immediately sprang up.

  “Nice view.”

  Her face was flushed. “Oh, Julien. Hi, I didn’t see you there.”

  She straightened her nurse’s scrubs, pulling consciously at her chest, where I noted the fabric was slightly too tight around the area.

  “I was just on my break.”

  I held a hand up, slowly approaching her. “Please, continue. I’m just here to grab a juice.”

  Her long hair was pulled up in a ponytail but some strands had escaped, framing her face beautifully. I couldn’t help myself as I closed the distance between us and reached out to tuck a wayward strand behind her ear. I saw her sharp intake of breath and she instinctively closed her eyes, clearly enjoying my touch. Her eyes flew open, rapidly blinking and drawing my eyes further down; I noticed her pulse throbbing away in the soft curve of her neck. I desperately wanted to kiss her there, to feel the power I was exuding over her. The final straw came when she licked her lips, her eyes locking on mine. Without a moment’s hesitation, I leaned forward, placed my hand around her neck and softly kissed her. Controlling myself, I wanted to kiss her hard and fast but that would come later and besides, I was enjoying the feel of her plush and soft lips. She seemed unsure at first but I preserved, running my tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entry. I felt her soften against me as I deepened the kiss, enjoying this a whole lot more than I expected. Just as I was getting into it, she abruptly pulled away, her eyes darting behind my shoulder to the door.

  “Julien.” She was breathless as she backed away. I watched as a smile crept around her mouth, which didn’t reach her eyes. What the hell? I looked at her in confusion.

  “I’m sorry, Julien. I can’t do this.” She shook her head, still smiling.

  “What are you saying, Ellie?” Why was she smirking like that?

  “Look, I just think that you may need to, you know, change your seduction techniques?” She raised an eyebrow and turned away to gather her bits. What the fuck? I was at a loss, speechless, merely standing there like an ass.

  This was a first.

  “I mean - I’m sure the women around here respond to all the gifts and flattery that you shower upon them…” She walked right up to me, so close, I caught a whiff of her citrus scented shampoo. “…But you may want to try a new technique with me. I’m not like all the women around here.” She flashed me a smile and walked away.

  What the fuck just happened? I couldn’t help it, shaking my head, I broke out into a grin! Damn, she had balls, I’d give her that. She was clearly onto me. Beautiful and bright - a heady combination. My resolve to have her deepened, consumed me in that moment. She wanted better? I’d give her more. I wasn’t about to walk away from such a direct challenge and once I had her in my bed, I’d make damn sure to punish her for playing games with me. If anyone would be begging for mercy, it would be her.

  I adjusted my pants and grabbed my juice.

  Ellie

  I couldn’t believe that a month had flown by since I had arrived here in LA. The pace of life was fast at B&P MediSpa but I was really beginning to enjoy my work, especially as I was getting to grips with the policies and procedures and honing my surgical skills in the reconstructive unit. There was nothing more thrilling then when it came to time where I could carefully remove a patient’s bandages to reveal the new part of themselves. Even under the temporary swelling, most patients were so grateful, tearful and incredibly appreciative with their new appearance - their flaws, which once hindered them, now fixed. I even found myself forming a great friendship with Penny, who was the nurse I had briefly met at my interview. She was especially kind and patient with me, even inviting me to her home on
a couple of occasions to have dinner with her family, when our schedules permitted.

  We were taking our lunch break together one day and catching up with life outside work.

  “So,” Penny drawled, as she bit into her sandwich, “have you found an apartment yet?”

  “Yes - remember the one I went to see last week in North Hollywood?”

  She nodded her head as she took a sip of her drink.

  “Well, I think I’m going to go for that. Ugh. I’ve looked at so many apartments but nothing that grabbed me like this. It’s also just within budget so I’m hoping to make an offer this evening.”

  I smiled as I picked at my salad, relieved that I had finally found a place to live. I was fortunate to have the use of Jonas’ apartment for two more weeks than originally planned as he was held up in South Africa, but now that he was due to arrive back within the next week, I was keen to secure my own place as soon as possible.

  “That’s great, Ellie. I’m so pleased you’ve found somewhere - God knows, the rent is crazy around here.”

  “Tell me about it! I thought London was mad!” I smiled as I speared some of my chicken.

  “So, how’s Nina with you these days?”

  I made a face. I had no idea why she made my life so difficult. “Well, honestly, I just try and stay out of her way. Thankfully I’m not in her team.” I shrugged my shoulders trying my best to appear nonchalant.

  “I hear ya, girlie. She’s a gossip, best to stay out of her path.”

  “Yeah, I figured that out quickly. I mean I’ve overheard her a few times now spreading gossip about who’s sleeping with who, which celebrity slept with the other…I mean, damn, she must have a direct line to The National Enquirer!”

  We burst out laughing at the thought. However, joking aside, I was getting sick of the snide remarks. It was like she was permanently taunting me with the amount of women Julien had slept with, pointing out the models and actresses he had dated. Talk about trying to damage what little confidence I had gained around him. She also didn’t hesitate to fill me in on the fact that they had also been together in the past and how amazing it was. It didn’t really come as a surprise; disgusted, I had made my excuses and left that conversation. I was soon beginning to see that she was a total bitch, just out for herself, claws in full sight.

  Penny looked at me with concern. “You shouldn’t let her get to you though, okay? I mean, it’s clear she’s intimidated by you.”

  I almost choked on my mouthful. “Intimidated? For heaven’s sake, why?”

  “Come on, Ellie. I swear you are so focussed on your job that perhaps you forget to look in the mirror from time to time? You want me to say it? You’re gorgeous, Ellie.”

  I felt a blush stain my cheeks. “Not like she is.” I relied softly. “She is stunning.”

  “Aesthetically, yes, I agree, but anyone around here can tell that she’s had some excellent procedures done. In comparison, you’re completely natural and beautiful.” She shoved me playfully and winked. “Some girls get all the luck!”

  “You’re very kind, Penny. But honestly, I feel like a frump next to her. I probably need to lose a few pounds, too, to fit in around here.”

  “Nonsense! Don’t you dare - I’ve had kids so I’m not bothered, but it’s so refreshing to see a young girl with real curves - I’m so sick of the size zero nonsense. And what - you’re only like a size four, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, so enough about me. Tell me, how did Mr Knight react when you removed his dressings?”

  And so we talked about our patients for the remainder of our lunch together. Penny was paged and had to leave abruptly, whilst I sat and slowly sipped my drink, thinking about my new apartment and hoping that it was still available.

  My mind briefly flitted over to Julien. I couldn’t help it, the man dominated my thoughts for a lot more than I cared for. The kiss we shared a few weeks ago still had my body tingling from the memories. I felt heat flood my face as I recalled how good he felt against me, clearly an expert in seduction. Thankfully I came to my senses before I totally melted and told him as much. I wasn’t just going to be another easy lay for him - if he wanted me, he’d have to try much harder. I smiled at the thought, not understanding the part of me that felt inextricably drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. We didn’t have any more exchanges of that kind since, but I noticed that he seemed more…thoughtful, perhaps. It was like he was trying to get into my head, trying to figure out my psyche before he planned his next move. Somewhat slightly unnerving, but nonetheless flattering.

  I was just clearing the table when I felt his presence behind me. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I turned around slowly. The man looked like he had stepped out of the pages of GQ and I felt my heart start to pound in anticipation. He looked incredible in his black shirt, which failed to hide his muscular physique, and grey trousers, which were clearly tailored. I moistened my lips as my eyes locked with his.

  “Hey, Ellie, how’s it going?” He casually strolled over to the coffee machine.

  “Fine thanks, Julien.” I smoothed down my scrubs whilst he prepared his mocha.

  “Coffee?”

  “No, thank you.” I shook my head as I gathered up my bits. Too bad, I was enjoying the view.

  “So, have you found a place yet?”

  “Actually, I think I have. In one of the areas you recommended.” He turned around with his cup in hand and asked me about it, so I gave him the details without thinking. I stopped talking when he placed his cup on the table and pulled out his phone.

  “Who are you calling?” I asked, confused. He held his finger up and I watched in silence.

  “Kerry White? How are you? Julien, here.”

  I wasn’t sure if I should be listening to the conversation or if he preferred me to leave. After introductions, I heard my name being mentioned and realised he was talking about my apartment. Stunned, I wondered what he was up to. After a further few minutes, he smiled as he hung up.

  “What was that about?”

  “You want to live in that building, right?”

  “Er, yes?”

  “Well, I know the apartment manager - a patient of mime. Let’s just say she owes me a favour and she’s agreed to cut the cost by thirty per cent if you sign today.” He casually picked up his coffee and took a sip, all the while watching my reaction.

  I was shocked. Thirty per cent was a huge difference to me - whilst my tastes weren’t particularly expensive, living in LA certainly was. Suddenly I was suspicious. What did he want in return? He must have seen the mixed emotions across my face.

  “Relax, Ellie, it’s not a big deal.” He drained his cup and then walked towards me, approaching me slowly. I stood rooted, my legs uncooperating, as I watched him get closer. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Leaning in close, he whispered, his warm breath against me, shooting tingles up my spine. “Enjoy your new place.” With that he backed away and walked out of the kitchen.

  The breath I must have been holding came out in a whoosh and I grabbed the edge of the chair, suddenly feeling weak. The scent of his expensive cologne lingered in the air and I lightly touched my ear, my heart still racing from his feather-like touch.

  I decided I wouldn’t assume that I would owe him any favours for this. Yes, I was incredibly grateful and thankful - which I managed to express to him a day later after signing the lease. However, I also reasoned that this was easy enough to write off as a perk of working here. I mean, surely anyone could probably mention B&F MediSpa to the apartment manager and receive some special consideration? Whether or not Julien called in a favour. In fact, I convinced myself this very thing, sure that he would have done this for any other employee.

  I finally got to move into my new place over the weekend and it felt really nice to have somewhere I could call home at last, a month after moving here.

  I spent all day Saturday unpacking and arranging my things to my liking, even buyi
ng a few soft furnishings to make it feel more homely. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction when I finally finished on Sunday evening. Throughout the weekend, my thoughts escaped to Julien, wondering what he was doing…or maybe who he was doing, which was probably more likely! Then I remembered how he acted around me - surely someone who seemed so keen wouldn’t just go off and screw someone else? I thought about that kiss we shared, questioning his actions in the workplace and then deciding that I couldn’t really frown upon it as most adult relationships started in the workplace, anyway. Oh God, that kiss. I felt my stomach involuntarily tighten at the memory and I sighed. It was perfect - well practiced and practically scientific in execution, but then again the man was a surgeon - the way he had laid me bare. If it hadn’t been for Nina’s constant snide commentary about the number of women he has been with, I’m sure I would have lost my head.

  As I relaxed on my sofa, I took a sip of chilled wine and contemplated what it would be like to really allow myself to be pursued. So far I had rejected all his advances but I liked the new controlled version of Julien. At least he had backed off with the overtly sexual gestures for the past few weeks. If we did get together, how would it affect our work life together? A thrill of desire shot through me as I considered stealing kisses behind closed doors. God, what would Nina say? I groaned as I thought about her vicious tongue, worried if she would spread rumours about me. Could I really see myself on the arm of someone so handsome, so powerful, so….expensive? I battled with my decision and came to the conclusion that the same kind of questions got me to LA in the first place, so ultimately, I might as well go with what my dad said - after all, I was young, I had time to change my mind and I could use this experience to learn from, if nothing else.