Novel & Cerita Pantalone X Dottore

Then, with a slow, purposeful spin, it turned and Salish almost forgot how to breathe. Doctor D was a literal Ken doll come to life. His blonde hair fell in effortlessly perfect waves, his piercing blue eyes glimmered mischievously under thick lashes, and his sculpted jawline could cut glass. His tailored shirt seemed to be battling to stay buttoned over a torso that belonged on a fitness magazine cover. Broad shoulders, a powerful chest, and a waist you’d need two hands to appreciate. “Ms Salish? Welcome to my clinic.” Oh wow, even his voice sounded masculine. It was so deep, so rich and so sexy…

Me: Are you sure that it's a date? Me: I don't know what to wear. After a couple of seconds, he replied to me. Dr. Alvitarez: Just wear something comfortable. After reading his text, my eyes laid on my black halter dress. I really like its style because it has a crisscross back and side slit. I was about to get that when I read his new message. Dr. Alvitarez: Something like pajamas or pants. Dr. Alvitarez:

It is well known in the field of medicine. “I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint Dr. Monteclar with that kind of behavior.” Aniya. From the center of the platform, a familiar look of the man emerged that had previously been troubling my mind. Damn. The handsome doctor with the big bulge! Silence prevailed, only seconds passed, the noise prevailed again. I was statuesque from where I stood. He was very handsome wearing a white lab oat and under his lab coat was a black polo and black fitted pants.

Martina uttered in a shaky voice. “That would be enough chatting for now elder sister.” Martina heard someone say. She looked up and saw Roberto standing right in front of them. His hands were buried in the pockets of his Dolce & Gabbana-tartan-check pants. He wore a white Dolce & Gabbana-Crystal embellished long-sleeve shirt to match. Next to him was a man who Martina didn’t pay so much attention to. Roberto and Martina stared at each other for minutes without saying anything to each other, the living room was as silent as a grave.

I hope I don't fail. The next morning, I open my tired eyes as I try to look for the doctor. And as always, he's not in bed next to me. So, resigned, I grab a robe and go out to have some coffee before going to work. When I arrived in the living room, I saw that he was sitting in one of the dining room chairs, wearing his red boxers and a white sleeveless t-shirt. “Doctor Dustin?” I whispered, surprised to see him there. “Wow, he sleeps too much!” He murmured with his perfect magazine-man demeanor. “I guess sex is like an exercise for you,” he said as he passed a needle through the fabric of the dress that Abby had torn.

I heard someone say, I turned to see that it was a young fine Italian doctor. He was tall and slender, I have never seen a doctor's uniform look so good on anyone. He sure looked like one of those doctors you see and immediately starts wishing you were a nurse so you can constantly be on the same night shift with him. Lorenzo growled after clearly seeing the fact that I was checking out the doctor. “Do you have anything to say to her or what?” Lorenzo asked the doctor in a bossy tune while trying to hide his jealousy behind his bossy attitude.

POV: DANTE The physician arrived at midnight, exactly as the voice on the phone had promised. Dante had told Luca to clear the household staff from the east wing for the evening, a precaution that felt excessive until he saw the man Luca escorted into his study. Tall, silver-haired, carrying a case that looked more like something out of a military field kit than a doctor's bag. "Mr. Romano," the man said, his accent unplaceable, a mix of something Eastern European filtered through years elsewhere. "My name isn't important. Call me Doctor, if you need to call me anything at all."

I shoved the covers off, hopped into the bathroom for a bath, and then dressed quickly. I was feeling a bit dressy so I picked a black, satin blouse and a pair of high waisted, cream dress pants, ignoring the dull pull in my side where the bullet wound still ached. It would be a shame to waste the clothes just sitting there in my walk-in closet. By the time I stepped into the hall, Alessandro was waiting. Leaning against the wall, black suit tailored like sin, watch glinting under the light. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes were dark with mischief.

“This could’ve been worse.” The man groaned something unintelligible, and one of the remaining men muttered, “Stop cryin’ Paulie. Dottore Bennett will fix you up.” That title again. Dottore. The Italian word for doctor, but the way they kept saying it made me think it was something else, too. But that was neither here nor there if I didn’t patch this man up. Quickly enough, my work stole my focus. In no time at all, I was bandaging it up. By the time I stepped back from my patient, he was sleeping soundly, and the tension in the room had eased.

Is this a doctor or a goddamn seducer? His jawline is so perfect, his collarbone is oh my God! Damn he looks so defying for a doctor, his glasses were extremely sexy. He quickly removed the lab coat and dropped it on the side table. He was wearing a tank top over some sweat pants like he was just coming out of the bedroom. So damn hot! His abs and biceps on full display, the top he wore hugging to his body, showing his workout wasn't in vain. The sweat pants!