brain told his feet to move, more intent on looking at the
way her navy skirt moulded around her hips and fell to just above her shapely
knees.
Russ followed, the
feeling in his gut reminding him of his first day at university when he was
chewed out by a lecturer for being late because he couldn't find his way. The
last thing he wanted was to get off side with Nurse Stanley. She was the head
of the Nursing Unit and they would have to work closely together for the
duration of his contract. Nurses were often awarded more respect than doctors,
especially when the doctor was new to town, so he would have to bide his time
and earn her respect.
She walked through a
maze of corridors and stopped to glance over her shoulder at him before walking
into an office. Nurse Stanley held the door, waiting for him to follow her in.
Indicating a chair in front of the desk, she pushed the door shut before
walking around and pulling out her chair.
Russ swallowed and took
a seat, his stomach rolling as though he was back in front of his school
teacher. The penalty in a small town hospital for being late couldn't be too
bad, could it?
***
"Right then."
Lizzie sat and looked at the doctor opposite her. Her heart did a small flip
that left her breathless. Doctor Russ Williams was stunning, and he was in her
hospital. He watched her with deep blue eyes and a small smile lifting the
corners of his mouth. A mouth so kissable, the mere sight of his lips jolted
right down to the pit of her stomach. Desire long hidden surged up her throat,
threatening to steal away her composure. She took a deep breath and looked at
some paperwork on her desk to give her time to prepare herself.
He wore a dark blue
suit and white shirt that showed off his lightly tanned skin to perfection. A
navy and white striped tie finished the outfit, making him look like he'd just
stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. Doctor Williams would set the
tongues wagging, of that Lizzie had no doubt.
"So,
Doctor..."
"Please, call me
Russ." He smiled, his perfect white teeth vivid against his skin.
"We’re going to be working closely together so we may as well cut the
formalities."
"I'm not sure that
is a good thing. This is a hospital after all, and I have to keep a certain
amount of control over the staff." Lizzie licked her lips before continuing,
"I do hope you aren't going to be one of those doctors who don't follow
protocol, Doctor Williams."
He laughed and lifted a
hand, running it through his short blond hair. "No, certainly not. I
follow the book but I thought, working in a smaller community hospital, the
staff would all know each other and be a little friendlier than in the big
city. I do hope I'm not mistaken."
He kept his gaze
on her face and Lizzie fidgeted with the edge of her white cotton blouse,
rolling the fabric between her thumb and forefinger. "Look, I don't want
to come across as a hard taskmaster but in front of my staff, especially my
younger staff, I would appreciate it if you and I kept to formalities. Some of
the nurses may get too familiar with staff and patients, and that makes my job
all the more difficult." She swallowed as he kept his gaze on her face.
"This is a work environment and we are here to help people, not make
friends."
"If that’s what
makes you happy, so be it."
"Thank you. Now,
let me fill you in on the roster and how things run here. Although I'm sure it
won't be much different to what you’re used to, it would make me happier to
know I've gone over everything with you."
For the next hour, Lizzie
went over the hospital system, rosters and staff. When she was sure there
wasn't anything she’d forgotten, she stood up.
"Right then, we should go on a tour so you can familiarise yourself with
everything and meet the staff before you get dragged into the fray."
"I'd like that,
thank you." Russ stood and opened the door for her, following as she left
the office.
Lizzie wasn't at all
surprised at the adoring looks Doctor
Brenna Aubrey
T.A. Hardenbrook
Brooke Cumberland
Jo Beverley
Nero Blanc
Nancy Kress
Michelle Fox
David Laing
Rowan Keats
Colin M. Drysdale