When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

Dr. Evan Hart included.

She was beyond stunning—even more so this evening, wearing a clingy blue dress that fit her sinfully well and which was gathered over one shoulder, leaving the other bare. Her usually sleek auburn hair was voluminous tonight, her long bangs provocatively flipped over to one side. The shiny strands curved in at her high cheekbones, then cascaded away to blend into the curls at the ends, which fell to the tops of her breasts.

His gaze lingered on her chest. Her very ample, enticing chest. Eventually, his gaze swept lower to the dip of her waist, the gentle rounding of her hips, and then those gorgeous legs he couldn’t get enough of. The dress ended midcalf, but the tight material was split up the left side, revealing a healthy amount of thigh.

Evan felt the hard-on return.

She was so natural and simple in the most dynamic way. It was truly difficult for him to reconcile how attractive and alluring she was, not overly adorned nor appearing as though she put a huge amount of effort into looking as sensational as she did.

She wore a diamond tennis bracelet on one wrist. A large, glittery ring on the middle finger of her other hand. Slim, elongated silver hoops in her ears.

Her tawny eyes were accented with smoky eye shadow, as seemed to be her custom, and her lashes were long, thick, and jet-black. Her lips were glossy and slightly parted as she caught sight of him, as though she’d just let out a long breath.

“Wow,” she said as he descended upon her. “You look…different.”

Evan had opted to wear contact lenses for the date, in lieu of his glasses. He had on a black suit with a charcoal shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets, resisting the urge to reach for her. “And you look spectacular. Like a million bucks.”

“Oh, this old thing,” she quipped as she swept a hand through the air, gesturing at the dress.

“It’s fantastic.”

She beamed. “I have to say, you look quite dashing yourself. This whole new look you’ve got going on…” Her manicured index finger swooped in a circular motion to indicate his entire presence. “So not what I expected.”

And if Evan wasn’t mistaken, she definitely liked what she saw.

“Let me introduce you to Jean Marquis. Jean,” she said to the tall, dark-haired Frenchman at her side, “this is the very brilliant Dr. Evan Hart. He’s a revered podiatric surgeon who’s going to help me revolutionize woman’s shoes if I ask him really, really nicely.”

Evan grinned again. She was a bit tipsy. He caught the tinge of rose in her cheeks, and the extra sparkle in her eyes.

Jean extended his hand to Evan, and said in a thick accent, “It’s an honor to meet you, Dr. Hart. You do realize no one ever says no to Staci Kay?”

“I began to suspect that after her third or fourth phone call to my office. And the honor is mine—your reputation can’t be beat, from what I hear.” They shook.

“Oh, look!” Staci said. “Dr. Hart is playing nice.” She clapped her hands enthusiastically.

Evan smirked, then leaned in to kiss her on the cheek—he honestly couldn’t resist. He whispered in her ear, “You’re a smartass.”

“There’s that word again.”

“How is your backside, by the way?”

“Now that’s an interesting question for one to pose,” Jean said with a laugh. “Were you a naughty girl, Stace? Did he have to spank you?”

“I fell at his office,” she said with a little snicker. “Mind out of the gutter, Jean. Dr. Hart and I have a strictly professional relationship. For the moment.” She winked.

Evan’s cock threatened to swell again. He wished like hell he’d buttoned his jacket.

He said, “I think I like you a little bit drunk. You’re not arguing with me.”

“You like that I argue with you,” she countered. “I bet very few people do, and you find it refreshing.”

“And damn sexy,?

?? he conceded.

Their gazes locked. Electricity seemed to arc between them.