The Greek Children's Doctor (Westerling)

‘My mother is a master manipulator,’ Andreas remarked. ‘She is desperate for me to mend my wicked ways and settle down. She thought Adrienne might fulfil that purpose.’

Libby saw the amusement in his dark eyes and felt her heart lurch. It would be so easy to fall for him.

Why was she feeling like this? she wondered helplessly. She had more sense than to fall for a handsome face and a luscious body.

Maybe it was because he wasn’t English. All that bronzed virility and exotic sexuality was getting to her.

But she had it under control, she told herself firmly, dragging her mind back to the conversation.

‘So how does having Adrienne help?’

‘She thinks it will curb my reputedly excessive lifestyle.’

‘Oh.’ Libby digested this. ‘Evidently she thinks you’ve been dating the wrong sort of women.’

He threw back his head and laughed. ‘She does indeed.’ His smile faded. ‘A bit like you. You’ve obviously been dating the wrong sort of men.’

Libby stared into those seductive brown eyes and swallowed hard. ‘I’ve already told you, there’s no such thing as the right sort of man.’

There was a slight pause. ‘And you feel like this because of Philip or because of your parents?’

Libby stared at him. ‘How do you know about my parents?’

‘You told me.’ He threw her an amused glance. ‘You had drunk an orange juice so it’s no wonder you don’t remember.’

Libby gave a reluctant laugh and then slunk down in her seat. ‘I don’t want to talk about my parents.’ She never talked about her parents to anyone. Why on earth had she mentioned them to him? ‘I don’t want to talk about any of it.’

‘Not even Philip?’

‘Especially not Philip.’

‘Were you in love with him?’

He asked the question calmly and Libby looked at him, startled.

‘No. I don’t think so. But he was very persistent. Going out with him seemed logical.’

‘Logical?’ Andreas lifted an eyebrow. ‘A true love affair should never be logical, surely. It is about emotion and losing control.’

Libby’s smile faded under the intensity of his dark gaze.

She’d never had a love affair with anyone.

‘Well, it’s probably my fault, then,’ she muttered. ‘I’m not great at losing control. In fact, I’m a control freak. I like to be in charge of everything that happens in my life.’

There was a long silence and then Andreas turned in his seat so that he was facing her.

‘Powerful sexual chemistry is not controllable,’ he said softly, lifting a hand and pushing a wisp of blonde hair away from her face. ‘It’s an intense emotional reaction that is beyond human explanation. Evidently you haven’t felt that. Yet.’

The gentle brush of his fingers against her skin was unbelievably erotic and she felt excitement swoop inside her and concentrate low in her pelvis.

If sexual chemistry was butterflies in her stomach and difficulty breathing then she was feeling it now.

For him.

Dear God, she wasn’t ready for this. After what had happened with Philip she doubted she’d ever be ready for it.

So why was she reacting so strongly?