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across the room to the table with the woman who had asked for my help. She wanted to be beautiful, but what she didn’t realize was that she already was. Gorgeous in fact, but thanks to her husband, she’d lost sight of her self-worth.
    The young girls around her could flaunt their cleavage and thighs, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, but Samantha Aldridge was different. She was willowy and graceful, yet full where a grown woman should be.
    It had been so long since I’d been with a woman in any way. I worked a lot, and never made time for anything else. So just looking at Samantha made my fingers itch to soothe her.
    When I made it to her table, she kept her head down, not realizing I was standing there. When I cleared my throat, she jumped and looked up at me. Realization of who I was filled her eyes before an embarrassed blush spread across her cheeks.
    “Dr. Blake…” she started.
    “Please, call me Roman.”
    She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay… Roman,” she whispered. “You’re the last person I expected to see at this kind of thing.”
    “Back at you, Mrs. Aldridge.”
    “Call me Samantha, please.”
    I nodded. “I’ve met your husband a few times. I’m sorry I didn’t put two and two together when we met.”
    Her laugh was bitter. “You’re probably the only one who can say that.”
    “If you had mentioned that he was your…”
    Her eyebrows lifted. “What? You’d have felt sorry for me? Changed your mind?”
    “Maybe.”
    “That’s a lie.”
    Yes, it was , I thought. “Now we’re even.” I smiled. “We can start over.”
    A forced smile pushed across her silky, plump lips. “I’d like that.” She lifted her hand and stretched across the table, the top of her dress pulling tightly across her breasts. “I’m Samantha Aldridge. It’s nice to meet you.”
    I took her hand, tugging firmly. She made a small sound of surprise, but came to her feet gracefully. Her other hand flattened against the top of the table to steady herself, and she looked up at me, confused.
    “Roman Blake, and you have, in fact, changed my mind, Samantha. I’d like to help you.”

 

 
     
     
    ROMAN BLAKE.
    Just thinking the man’s name gave me chills and made my thighs flex. And there he was with those intense, dark eyes that were touching parts of me that I’d long forgotten about, and his delicious dimples. His words breezed by me and rushed into the heated air around us, but I wasn’t listening. I was lost in his honeyed eyes, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he saw when he looked at me.
    Then his words registered, cooling the heated air around us.
    “Excuse me?” I asked.
    “You asked me for help. I’d like to help you now,” he said, his tongue bouncing around his mouth with his words, making me clench my thighs together tightly.
    Help me?
    He was agreeing to save my marriage. At the thought, my eyes flew to Michael’s, and I was surprised to find him eyeing Dr. Roman and me from across the room.
    “You’ll do the surgeries?” I asked discreetly from the side of my mouth.
    My eyes stayed on Michael. I could tell by the lean in his stance that he was about to walk over and investigate.
    “No.”
    His abrupt answer warranted a double take from me. My eyes left Michael’s, and I was once again staring into the hot, amber hues that seemed to burn my skin and confuse me. I didn’t understand my reaction to the man across from me. There had been only Michael. I wasn’t used to my responses to someone else.
    “I don’t understand.”
    As he leaned in closer to me, his warm breath struck the side of my cheek and the smell of the alcohol on his breath made me feel drunk. “My office. Monday,” he said.
    Before I could respond, he spun on his heel and strutted across the room, every woman with eyes following his frame the way I was, and then he was gone. I watched through the tinted glass of the front doors as he handed a ticket to the parking attendant and