BWWM Interracial Romance 8: Mutual Attraction by Elena Brown Page B
Authors: Elena Brown
Tags: United States, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Women's Fiction, African American, multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial, One Hour (33-43 Pages)
Ads: Link
morning’s charts please?”
“Sure thing, Doctor Edwards,” she replied.
Neil fired up his computer and tackled a few pressing emails until the soft knock on his door announced the arrival of his assistant with the coffee and files he’d requested.
“Rough morning?” she asked, genuine concern evident on her young face.
Neil shrugged. “Nothing beyond the usual chaos.”
Ashley smiled supportively and placed his cup on his desk before handing him the charts. She wore a form-fitting pale blue skirt cut just above the knees, and her thin white wool sweater was cut low enough at the neck that Neil caught a flash of smooth white cleavage and a lacy blue bra that triggered a definite stirring in his pants.
“Anything else I can get you?” she asked, straightening up and tucking a strand of perfect blonde hair behind her ear.
“No. Thank you,” said Neil.
Ashley turned and walked away, her tight round bum flexing enticingly as her heels clicked along the floor.
Neil clenched his jaw and pushed away inappropriate thoughts of trying to get Ashley into bed with him. It wasn’t that he had any sort of strict moral code that prevented him from sleeping with his assistants, and he certainly hadn’t refrained from doing it in the past, but things were different now with Barbara. He didn’t know exactly what their future held, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that the child growing in her belly was as much his own genetic material as it was hers.
Thankfully he had no more patients scheduled for the rest of the day, but Neil knew it was only a matter of time before he was called away from his desk. He still had a mountain of paperwork to plough through. There had been a time when he’d dreamed of never having to work on call again, but now that he’d moved up the ranks a little, he missed the days of spending less time behind a desk and more time on his feet helping patients. As exhausting as it was, at least it wasn’t as mind-numbingly repetitive as handling a host of administrative issues pertaining to his department.
Neil took out his phone and tapped out yet another text message to Barbara. He had a rare Friday off work, and he suggested they meet for dinner to talk things out face to face instead of keeping each other at a distance. Despite a part of him wanting the whole thing to fall apart so that he could go back to avoiding commitment and screwing pretty girls like Ashley, there was something about Barbara he couldn’t shake, and it frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t seem to say the right thing around her.
“I need a goddam drink,” he muttered to himself, looking wistfully at the drawer where he’d once kept a fifth of whiskey that he’d had to replace every other week.
Instead he sipped his coffee, grimacing at the terrible burnt flavor before settling back into his work.
Chapter Two
“ I guess I’m just not sure why you came over if you’re still so mad at me,” said Neil as he poured himself a drink.
Barbara had agreed to meet for dinner, but she’d been exhausted and stressed before even arriving, and she’d only become more annoyed as the meal progressed. She didn’t know if it was her guilt over having left the office with so much work still left undone, or that she didn’t feel that Neil had been entirely genuine with is apology, but there was an anger inside of her that she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that this man was the father of her unborn child and that she owed it to herself to do her best to see if she couldn’t work things out between them.
“I don’t know either,” she said.
Barbara watched Neil down his drink in one gulp before pouring himself another. He then came and sat in the armchair across from where she sat on the couch. She noticed he couldn’t quite bring himself to look her in the eye, and she wondered if she shouldn’t just leave before things got any worse than they already were.
“I’m sorry
“Sure thing, Doctor Edwards,” she replied.
Neil fired up his computer and tackled a few pressing emails until the soft knock on his door announced the arrival of his assistant with the coffee and files he’d requested.
“Rough morning?” she asked, genuine concern evident on her young face.
Neil shrugged. “Nothing beyond the usual chaos.”
Ashley smiled supportively and placed his cup on his desk before handing him the charts. She wore a form-fitting pale blue skirt cut just above the knees, and her thin white wool sweater was cut low enough at the neck that Neil caught a flash of smooth white cleavage and a lacy blue bra that triggered a definite stirring in his pants.
“Anything else I can get you?” she asked, straightening up and tucking a strand of perfect blonde hair behind her ear.
“No. Thank you,” said Neil.
Ashley turned and walked away, her tight round bum flexing enticingly as her heels clicked along the floor.
Neil clenched his jaw and pushed away inappropriate thoughts of trying to get Ashley into bed with him. It wasn’t that he had any sort of strict moral code that prevented him from sleeping with his assistants, and he certainly hadn’t refrained from doing it in the past, but things were different now with Barbara. He didn’t know exactly what their future held, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that the child growing in her belly was as much his own genetic material as it was hers.
Thankfully he had no more patients scheduled for the rest of the day, but Neil knew it was only a matter of time before he was called away from his desk. He still had a mountain of paperwork to plough through. There had been a time when he’d dreamed of never having to work on call again, but now that he’d moved up the ranks a little, he missed the days of spending less time behind a desk and more time on his feet helping patients. As exhausting as it was, at least it wasn’t as mind-numbingly repetitive as handling a host of administrative issues pertaining to his department.
Neil took out his phone and tapped out yet another text message to Barbara. He had a rare Friday off work, and he suggested they meet for dinner to talk things out face to face instead of keeping each other at a distance. Despite a part of him wanting the whole thing to fall apart so that he could go back to avoiding commitment and screwing pretty girls like Ashley, there was something about Barbara he couldn’t shake, and it frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t seem to say the right thing around her.
“I need a goddam drink,” he muttered to himself, looking wistfully at the drawer where he’d once kept a fifth of whiskey that he’d had to replace every other week.
Instead he sipped his coffee, grimacing at the terrible burnt flavor before settling back into his work.
Chapter Two
“ I guess I’m just not sure why you came over if you’re still so mad at me,” said Neil as he poured himself a drink.
Barbara had agreed to meet for dinner, but she’d been exhausted and stressed before even arriving, and she’d only become more annoyed as the meal progressed. She didn’t know if it was her guilt over having left the office with so much work still left undone, or that she didn’t feel that Neil had been entirely genuine with is apology, but there was an anger inside of her that she couldn’t shake no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that this man was the father of her unborn child and that she owed it to herself to do her best to see if she couldn’t work things out between them.
“I don’t know either,” she said.
Barbara watched Neil down his drink in one gulp before pouring himself another. He then came and sat in the armchair across from where she sat on the couch. She noticed he couldn’t quite bring himself to look her in the eye, and she wondered if she shouldn’t just leave before things got any worse than they already were.
“I’m sorry
Similar Books
