One Night With The Hot Doctor

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leaned against the bar, he has silver temples and a

anything. "Thank you for the compliment

re ? Rome? You deserve a vacation abroad with that beauty." His words were definitely dazzling. His grip on my arse, on the other hand, was less

orefinger and thumb and forced to remove it from my body. "Thank you, no," I said flatly before turning to the bartender and nodding for a refill. The old man had vanished the moment he slid my drink over to me. Finally,

eam to become a translator. A beautiful woman who could speak six different languages, on the other hand, was an excellent hire for a private investigator who is specialising in catching deceitful husbands. And that was the task for the evening. My

eople. They were so sparkly and perfect. And, they were all here looking for someone glossy and perfect to give them the sparkly perfect sex they wanted. Mistresses and milli

y red lips made my olive skin look trivial in comparison. And then there's the cleavage. Miles and miles of cleavage in my curve hugging, pearl white knee length dress with one shoulder off. The cleavage was crucial. To

Blown away by the disguises of exotic eroticism, they never attempted to look at me as a person. They'd never know who I was if I

ry least, Arabella. Pia would be here, standing in line for Anthony Metzger, not me, if he liked tall and blonde women. Rich. Powerful. And irritating his wife. She'd told us Tony had made plans to come here tonight but wouldn't

ble to play Arabella for a night because Arabella was so unlike my everyday life, and me. Bella. And just in particular instance things got too serious, I

in a suit to the man I'd come to entice. It's too tall. Too much weight in the jaw. Too light,

wrong profile and was much bulkier. I'd been at this club for two hours already, having to fend off the wrong men who were hitting on me. I'm going for Arabella. I knew I wasn't Arabella. I was Bella. I wasn't even sure if the right person for me would be hitting on Arabella. I wasn't sure if a man who came into this bar wo

d pushed him to the back of my mind, dismissing him as not my target, not a threat, and uninterested. But for just a minute, I saw him staring in annoyance at his phone and letting out a sigh that I

He tilted his head at me, and for a brief moment, I wanted to melt out of my stool and flee. With all those high cheekbones

bar as if unconcerned by him. It was all a ruse. He was bothering me. But there was nothing I could

d elegantly, as Arabella would, while sipping

ht. The wife has just confirmed it. Ou

ome to take a bath. "See if I care," I said to my phone, or maybe to my boss, or maybe to the mark. I had no idea. "I can make brownies and consume them all by m

nberry and ginger with a twist. "I'm a young single woman; I don't have to sit here having to wait for some jackass who really do

, I was a single mother with the surprisingly unglamorous job of a private detective for a small time company. On Monday, I'd be back in the office, going through phone records, trying

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comes up, please text me. Oth

put down the phone. "That was a waste

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where to the left of my elbow. I

Bella, who had just been talking to herself and fantasizing about having to ea

rabella demeanor. He became e