TRACE (The TRACE Series, #1) by Deborah Bladon
Authors: Deborah Bladon
Tags: Contemporary Romance, new adult, new adult romance, new adult romance with sex, millionaire romance, man in power, man in control, lawyer romance, hot lawyer, garrett ryan, trace, deborah bladon trace, deborah blazon trace, deborah blandon trace
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Chapter 1
"T here's a word for men like you." I try to sound as civilized as I can.
"Handsome?"
I look to the left to avoid eye contact with him. The man is devastatingly handsome. I can't say I'm surprised he realizes it. "No."
"Charming?"
I glance at his face. He's smirking at me. He's actually standing in front of me, smirking. "No."
"Well-hung?" His gaze drops down to the front of the hospital gown he's wearing.
In instances like this I need to be professional. I'm a nurse. I've been trained to deal with virtually every possible medical scenario and to keep my composure. If my eyes follow the path of his, there's no telling what I'm going to see. "No."
"You didn't even look," he teases. "Your eyes haven't left my face even though I'm here because I have a pain in my ass."
It's too easy. He's handing it right to me on a silver platter but I'm on duty so I can't react at all.
"Mr. Ryan." I glance down at the chart in my hand. "I get that you can't sit on the exam table because of the pain in your backside, but you need to stay within this cubicle. Dr. Foster is going to be here shortly and if you're out roaming the corridor, it's just going to prolong the process."
"It's Garrett." His eyes settle on my nametag. "Vanessa, I'm in a lot of pain here."
"What exactly happened to you?" I already know the answer to the question. He crashed his bike and knocked himself out cold. It's worth hearing how he'll put a spin on it though. According to his chart he's a lawyer. Every lawyer I've ever known blurs the line between fact and fiction effortlessly.
"I was riding my bike in Central Park this morning." He shifts on his feet slightly. "I like to do that to keep in shape."
"It's important to exercise." I don't look up from his chart.
"I was riding along and turned a corner and that's when I saw them." He shakes slightly.
If he falls over on my watch, I'm going to need to write up a report and I hate writing up reports. "Maybe you should lean against the exam table."
He nods as he pushes his hand against it. "I was riding and I saw them, and after that everything went black."
"The paramedics that brought you in said you hit a tree." I wince at the image of that. "They said you were lucky you were wearing a helmet."
"I could have been luckier."
"How so?" I turn towards the curtain. Dr. Foster should have been in here by now. I'm going to need to find him.
"If I would have caught what I was chasing when I crashed, I would have been the luckiest guy in Manhattan."
"What were you chasing when you crashed?" I lean in waiting to hear the part of the story everyone in admitting has been dying to know. How does a grown man veer so far off the assigned bicycle path that he hits a huge tree head-on?
"I was chasing the most perfect pair of tits I've seen in a long time."
"Are you serious?" I lean closer to have a look at his eyes.
"I'm dead serious." His hands bolt to the air in front of him. "They were round and plump. She was jogging on the path and I saw them bounce and then they bounced again."
"That's just..." my voice trails because anything I want to say may result in my being suspended. Offending a patient is a definite no-no and I've already had two warnings. I only have one more before I'm out the door for good.
"I'm going to get Dr. Foster." The sooner we get this guy out of here the better.
"Her tits can't compare to your ass, Vanessa. It's seriously the best looking ass I've ever seen."
I can't resist. I know that there's a chance I'm going to regret this but I do it anyway. "No, I'd disagree with that."
"You can't." He shakes his head slightly even though it's the worst possible thing for him to do after slamming it into a tree. "I'm an ass man and your ass is the best looking one I've ever come across."
"Actually." I take a step closer to him. "You're the best looking ass I've ever come across. No, wait. That came out wrong."
He starts to turn to reveal his naked ass beneath the hospital gown.
"I
"T here's a word for men like you." I try to sound as civilized as I can.
"Handsome?"
I look to the left to avoid eye contact with him. The man is devastatingly handsome. I can't say I'm surprised he realizes it. "No."
"Charming?"
I glance at his face. He's smirking at me. He's actually standing in front of me, smirking. "No."
"Well-hung?" His gaze drops down to the front of the hospital gown he's wearing.
In instances like this I need to be professional. I'm a nurse. I've been trained to deal with virtually every possible medical scenario and to keep my composure. If my eyes follow the path of his, there's no telling what I'm going to see. "No."
"You didn't even look," he teases. "Your eyes haven't left my face even though I'm here because I have a pain in my ass."
It's too easy. He's handing it right to me on a silver platter but I'm on duty so I can't react at all.
"Mr. Ryan." I glance down at the chart in my hand. "I get that you can't sit on the exam table because of the pain in your backside, but you need to stay within this cubicle. Dr. Foster is going to be here shortly and if you're out roaming the corridor, it's just going to prolong the process."
"It's Garrett." His eyes settle on my nametag. "Vanessa, I'm in a lot of pain here."
"What exactly happened to you?" I already know the answer to the question. He crashed his bike and knocked himself out cold. It's worth hearing how he'll put a spin on it though. According to his chart he's a lawyer. Every lawyer I've ever known blurs the line between fact and fiction effortlessly.
"I was riding my bike in Central Park this morning." He shifts on his feet slightly. "I like to do that to keep in shape."
"It's important to exercise." I don't look up from his chart.
"I was riding along and turned a corner and that's when I saw them." He shakes slightly.
If he falls over on my watch, I'm going to need to write up a report and I hate writing up reports. "Maybe you should lean against the exam table."
He nods as he pushes his hand against it. "I was riding and I saw them, and after that everything went black."
"The paramedics that brought you in said you hit a tree." I wince at the image of that. "They said you were lucky you were wearing a helmet."
"I could have been luckier."
"How so?" I turn towards the curtain. Dr. Foster should have been in here by now. I'm going to need to find him.
"If I would have caught what I was chasing when I crashed, I would have been the luckiest guy in Manhattan."
"What were you chasing when you crashed?" I lean in waiting to hear the part of the story everyone in admitting has been dying to know. How does a grown man veer so far off the assigned bicycle path that he hits a huge tree head-on?
"I was chasing the most perfect pair of tits I've seen in a long time."
"Are you serious?" I lean closer to have a look at his eyes.
"I'm dead serious." His hands bolt to the air in front of him. "They were round and plump. She was jogging on the path and I saw them bounce and then they bounced again."
"That's just..." my voice trails because anything I want to say may result in my being suspended. Offending a patient is a definite no-no and I've already had two warnings. I only have one more before I'm out the door for good.
"I'm going to get Dr. Foster." The sooner we get this guy out of here the better.
"Her tits can't compare to your ass, Vanessa. It's seriously the best looking ass I've ever seen."
I can't resist. I know that there's a chance I'm going to regret this but I do it anyway. "No, I'd disagree with that."
"You can't." He shakes his head slightly even though it's the worst possible thing for him to do after slamming it into a tree. "I'm an ass man and your ass is the best looking one I've ever come across."
"Actually." I take a step closer to him. "You're the best looking ass I've ever come across. No, wait. That came out wrong."
He starts to turn to reveal his naked ass beneath the hospital gown.
"I
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