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CHAPTER 11
Genie grabbed Phoenix's sleeve before he could get down from the car.
“Wait! Who's Henry?”
“An esteemed colleague, so be nice to him… But not too nice,” Phoenix added drily. “My lady friends not only don’t gush over me, but they also don’t gush over other men.”
‘I bet they don't,’ Genie thought ruefully as she let Phoenix go and waited for him to open her door. ‘They wouldn't dare.’ Not that they'd be inclined to gush over another man when with Dr. Beaumont.
No other man would measure up. Physically, at least. Genie wondered what exactly had happened between Phoenix and Whitney which had embittered the doctor so. She couldn't imagine any woman passing him over for the chubby man she'd just seen.
Even ten years ago,
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Their turn to approach the busy reception desk put an end to their provocative sparring, by which time Genie's delicious defiance had begun to give way to a churning nervousness. Phoenix was attracted to her, she realized as she stood there next to him. She could feel the heat beneath his bruising fingertips, had heard the ruthlessly sexual intent behind his declaration that he had plans for her. Suddenly she knew what those plans were. He wanted her, not just as his receptionist, but as his lover too. As his mistress. Genie should have been outraged by the prospect of such an indecent proposal. Instead, she was terrified of what her answer would be, if and when he made that proposal. Phoenix was given two sets of keys to their room and a uniformed porter carried their luggage ahead of them along to the ele
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Phoenix was in the shower when the telephone rang. Genie turned from where she was putting the finishing touches to her hair, securing the sash of the complimentary cream bathrobe as she walked over to pick up. Without thinking, she said the words she always said when answering Phoenix's telephone. “Dr. Beaumont's room.” Dead silence down the line. “Dr. Beaumont's room,” she repeated. “Hello, is anyone there?” “Genie?” a voice she knew well said after a few seconds. “That’s you, isn't it?” Genie's hand flew to her mouth. Dear God… it was Nicole. What to do? Hang up, or change her voice suddenly and pretend to be the housemaid? “Genie, say something,” Nicole demanded sharply. “I know it's you, so there's no use hanging up or pretending it isn't.” &n
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The bathroom door opened and Phoenix walked out, naked except for a large fluffy cream towel looped casually around his waist. His black hair was still wet from the shower, and a few wayward locks fell carelessly on his high forehead. The dark curls in the center of his chest were also still damp, tight little swirls of glistening hair which screamed out to have a woman's fingers slide sensually through them. Genie did her best not to stare, her heart sinking all the while. Whitney would definitely take a second glance. She was taking more than two herself. “Was that the telephone just now?” he asked abruptly. She swallowed and lifted her eyes back to his face, praying that nothing showed in her expression or demeanor to betray her X-rated thoughts. “No,” she lied fairly smoothly.
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Ann and Henry were looking incredibly well together. Both of them dressed in the latest fashion, they were absolutely breathtaking. Genie was trying not to stare at them, was trying not to get too jealous of their happiness that could be seen written all over their faces with the naked eye. The two couples were moving along the covered walkway which led from the lobby to the main room all prepared to greet all the guests participating in the medical conference. The hotel was huge, so they all were following Henry which had a map in his hand and was doing his best not to get lost. She was looking around when Phoenix slid an arm around her waist. She got startled and looked at him a little bemused. “For appearances’ sake,” he whispered wryly into her ear as he pulled her close.
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She stared up at him, troubled by the emotion racing through her, hating the time Phoenix was taking in surveying his old flame. While his face remained fairly impassive, Genie thought she glimpsed a contraction around his mouth and a darkening in his eyes as he watched the woman. By the time he turned back to face them, Genie found that she was holding her breath and her heart was in flames.“You're right, Ann,” he drawled, in a bored tone. “She looks better, but I doubt she's changed in other ways. Let's go and get ourselves a drink. My throat's as dry as the Sahara Desert.” Taking Genie's arm, he urged her forward, forcing his friends to move on. Genie gave him a quick look, but there was nothing for her to see now. Clearly, Phoenix was a master at hiding his feelings once he put his mind to it. ‘Did he still want Whitney Webster? Had he taken one loo
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What? What the hell was he saying? Genie suspected that her eyes must have shown her complete shock, but she doubted anyone saw it. Phoenix immediately obliterated her face from view as his mouth met hers once again that day. Shock quickly changed to resentment as he forced his will upon her lips, but resentment proved a poor weapon against the mad desire which was lurking deep within her treacherous body. How could she possibly push him away when Phoenix's tongue was demanding her to surrender completely? It was what she'd dreamt about, what she'd fantasized over. So, she opened her mouth and let him kiss her… really kiss her this time. It was once again only a brief kiss. Even so, for those few savage seconds, everything else ceased to exist. Where they were. Henry and Ann. Even Whitney, the vamp.
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As it turned out, Henry did ask her to join them for dinner, but, luckily for everybody, Whitney had to decline. Apparently, her hubby was joining her for dinner, and they were expected to sit with the other lecturers. Genie almost felt disappointed that she wouldn't have the opportunity to sharpen her claws on the woman. Ann, however, didn’t feel the same.'Don't you ever, ever ask that bitch to join us anywhere, Henry Mackie! Ever again!” she hissed as soon as Whitney was away from them. Henry chuckled, then leaned over to give his wife a kiss on the lips.“I simply adore you when you're jealous.”“You have such a sharp mind, sweetie! How you can be fooled by that maneater is beyond me!”“Babe, I thought she was very charming,” Henry huffed.“Yeah, like a cobra ready to attack!&
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Even if Genie had been awake for more than 3 hours, they still were late for breakfast. But it wasn’t her fault. Ann and Henry were just leaving the dining room as they were entering.“You look like you didn't get much sleep last night, my friend,” Henry teased Phoenix. “I could use those bags you're sporting under your eyes like as floatation devices.” Genie wouldn't have been quite so blunt, but Henry was right. Phoenix looked as if he'd been out on a marathon the entire night. She had no idea what time he'd eventually turned in, but he'd still been having a drink at midnight, sitting silently in an armchair in the dark. When Genie had woken this morning, after a rather restless sleep herself, he'd been sprawled on the sofa asleep, still in his clothes from the night b
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