When my mobile went off for the third time in five minutes, I growled and almost tossed the stupid thing into the rubbish bin. Normally I put my mobile on silent when I was working in the lab, but I’d been too wrapped up in my work that I’d forgotten.
You’d think after my engagement had ended two years ago because I’d been too obsessed with my work that I would’ve learned my lesson. The day Sophie had tossed my ring into my face, she’d said, with little emotion in her expression, You’ll never love me as much as you love your work. I don’t think you can love any woman. I’m not going to compete with your work anymore.
I hadn’t learned my lesson, though. I’d thrown myself into my work to the point that I hadn’t so much as looked at a woman for two years—until Liam’s wedding when I’d met Kate.
But Kate had nothing to do with love. It had been pure lust, an itch that had suddenly needed scratching. I’d always prided myself on my self-control. I’d never let myself be led around by my cock
