Page 2 of One Night Only

Pale gray eyes set in a ruggedly handsome face take in the scene—from cheap Bruno’s floppy posture to my thrust-out hip. A long-suffering sigh brings my attention to bite-able lips.

My pulse hammers wildly, like a shorted electric wire. My hand drops from my hip, and I come to attention.

The newcomer has thick, dark hair liberally dusted with gray. A very stylish cut, wavy on top and shaved on the side. He’s insanely tall, unbelievably broad, and awfully easy on the eyes.

His gaze meets mine again, and something alarmingly hot replaces the impatience.

Interest? Attraction?

Whatever it is, it slams into me with the force of a thunderbolt, hitting me straight in my heart and deep in my core.

Is this how instant attraction feels? Have I fallen from a disastrous rom-com novel into Fifty Shades of Gray?

A shiver runs down my spine, and I fold my shaking arms around myself. As if I could ward off the strangely intense effect the silver fox has on me. But it’s more than just a spine-tingling awareness of him.

It feels like I know him, as if some force dragged me to this point in space at this time, just so I could lay eyes on him. What kind of black magic is this?

As far as I know, I’m not into older men. Although, that age bracket is currently looking more attractive than the confused man-child I found cheating on me. It’s possible I never applied myself in that direction because a sophisticated, confident man like the one I’m staring at won’t want a messy, chaos-monkey like me.

As fully as that gaze snags me, I’m suddenly released. Those gray eyes turn toward the reception. I sway on my feet like a drunken pirate.

“I need an update on Mrs. Martha Cross, please,” he says.

That deep voice, crisp diction, and the calm authority… every nerve-ending in me comes alive.

Wait, Ido knowthe sexy, silver fox who nearly swallowed me whole with those eyes.

Chapter Two

Annika

He’s…Martha’s son.

Dr. Ethan Cross, one of the leading cardiologists in the country. And my employer for the last eleven months.

Not that we’ve met, even on a video call. Since Martha’s blind, she doesn’t have any pics of him.

Now, all the little details about him come rushing back to me.

Divorced. Has a son in his twenties. Lives in New York. Active in charity work.Voted sexiest silver fox on the planet,I add to the list.

Dr. Cross’s frown deepens at whatever the nurse tells him. Tiny spider-web like lines crinkle out from the corners of his eyes. He drums his fingers on the counter, the bold face of his expensive watch glinting in the light.

God, even the man’s displeasure is sexy.

Then reality hits me in a cold draft.

He’s worried about Martha. It’s hardly appropriate for me to pant over him.

I make sure to wipe any drool that might have slipped out and straighten my dress before I move toward him. Thankfully, Bruno’s gone.

“Dr. Cross?” I say once I reach him.

My nostrils flare as the scent of expensive cologne tickles me. Of all the crazy things that happened tonight, the urge to press my face into his back and inhale deeply is… disturbing.

And because I don’t want him to think I’m some rando skank hitting on him in a hospital waiting room, I add, “Dr. Cross, it’s me.”

His gaze lands on me with the same force as before, and I fight the urge to shake myself like a wet dog. “Do I know you?”

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