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Authors: Annie Seaton
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, series, Holidays, Nothing more than a holiday fling…until he moved in next door! Staid professor Lissy McIntyre believes that choosing a mate should be based on common sense, but he just can’t seem to keep his hands off the multi-faceted Lissy. Will Nick break loyal Lissy’s heart or will she be the one woman he simply can’t walk away from?, tropical romance? Oh, yeah. He’s got a body just made for sinning and his sizzling kisses leave her senseless. When Nick blows into town, not runaway passion. And Lissy would certainly never pick a rolling stone like Nick Richard’s for long-term love. But a red-hot, he’s stunned to discover that his no-nonsense new neighbor and co-worker is the same sultry creature he seduced for one night of forbidden island pleasure. He’s unaccustomed to staying in one place for long
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Professor Andrews looked annoyed. “I just finished explaining that the major thrust of our research for the next semester will be related to Professor Richard’s Pacific study, and you will be his primary research assistant. We will meet in my office after tea to finalize the arrangements.”
“Yes, Professor Andrews.” Lissy groaned inwardly and felt her heart sink to her toes. Clare and Jenny were looking at her with envy. The meeting ended and as the staff moved to the table at the back of the room to the morning tea table, Lissy made for the door.
“Not so fast, Dr. McIntyre.” Nick appeared in front of her.
Conscious of the curious looks coming her way, she paused before greeting him politely for the benefit of the staff within earshot. Her words of welcome were aided by the self-control she was exerting. “Welcome to the university, Professor Richards.” Nick took her arm and drew her into the corner. A frisson of warmth lingered where his fingers lightly held her elbow and she felt her heart start to race as she fought the urge to shake his hand off her arm.
“Thank you, Dr. McIntyre. Now, how do you want to play this?” he asked quietly when they were out of earshot.
“Will we say we have already met? I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”
“I am not embarrassed, Professor. I believe we met at your parents’ house on Friday evening and then you moved into the cottage next door to me on the weekend if my memory serves me correctly.”
“I’m not a complete jerk, Lissy. Even though we had a rocky start, we still have to work together and socialize—
not to mention—live in the same house.”
“A rocky start, that’s an interesting way to put it.” She folded her arms and glared at him, despite the curious looks of her colleagues. “Hmm, let me see. Lying to me, a sexist bet, taking advantage of an innocent tourist. Yep, you could call that a rocky start.”
Frustrated, he ran his hand through what was left of his hair. Looking up at him, she was amused to see that there were a couple of stray flecks of white paint remaining in the stubble.
“Look, Melissa, I’m trying to be the adult here. We need to sort this out and quickly.”
She could not help herself as she reached up and lightly touched his hair. “Been painting, professor?”
“A run in with a little vixen’s paint brush over the weekend.” She looked up at him and the amusement on his face surprised her.
“Okay, let’s call a truce,” she said. “I need another coffee. We can talk over that.”
They moved across the room to the morning tea table, acting like two colleagues getting to know each other.
Nick poured her a cup of coffee in one of the elegant cups provided by the caterers, and Lissy’s hand trembled as she held the cup and saucer. Jenny and Clare wandered over and introduced themselves to Nick. Lissy shot them a look.
Professor Andrews’ voice boomed out. “Okay folks, back to work. Lots of planning to be done, and there are students waiting for the ten o’clock lecturers.” A couple of academic staff scurried out to their lecture halls as Andrews glanced pointedly at his watch.
“Dr. McIntyre, Professor Richards, give me five minutes and come up to my office please,” he said.
Lissy made a quick escape as Clare and Jenny kept Nick talking. She entered her office, closed the door, and leaned against it, her eyes closed and heart thudding.
What on earth am I going to do?
Chapter Eight
Taking a deep breath, Lissy turned and looked into the mirror on the back of her door. Even her hair had come loose from its tight French roll, with a couple of curly wisps falling over her flushed cheeks. Her green eyes glittered, awash with the tears she was holding back. Her legs were shaking and felt as though they wouldn’t hold her up.
One look at him and my body goes into meltdown. I will not let him make me feel like this.
With trembling hands, she pinned her hair back and applied fresh lipstick as
“Yes, Professor Andrews.” Lissy groaned inwardly and felt her heart sink to her toes. Clare and Jenny were looking at her with envy. The meeting ended and as the staff moved to the table at the back of the room to the morning tea table, Lissy made for the door.
“Not so fast, Dr. McIntyre.” Nick appeared in front of her.
Conscious of the curious looks coming her way, she paused before greeting him politely for the benefit of the staff within earshot. Her words of welcome were aided by the self-control she was exerting. “Welcome to the university, Professor Richards.” Nick took her arm and drew her into the corner. A frisson of warmth lingered where his fingers lightly held her elbow and she felt her heart start to race as she fought the urge to shake his hand off her arm.
“Thank you, Dr. McIntyre. Now, how do you want to play this?” he asked quietly when they were out of earshot.
“Will we say we have already met? I don’t want you to be embarrassed.”
“I am not embarrassed, Professor. I believe we met at your parents’ house on Friday evening and then you moved into the cottage next door to me on the weekend if my memory serves me correctly.”
“I’m not a complete jerk, Lissy. Even though we had a rocky start, we still have to work together and socialize—
not to mention—live in the same house.”
“A rocky start, that’s an interesting way to put it.” She folded her arms and glared at him, despite the curious looks of her colleagues. “Hmm, let me see. Lying to me, a sexist bet, taking advantage of an innocent tourist. Yep, you could call that a rocky start.”
Frustrated, he ran his hand through what was left of his hair. Looking up at him, she was amused to see that there were a couple of stray flecks of white paint remaining in the stubble.
“Look, Melissa, I’m trying to be the adult here. We need to sort this out and quickly.”
She could not help herself as she reached up and lightly touched his hair. “Been painting, professor?”
“A run in with a little vixen’s paint brush over the weekend.” She looked up at him and the amusement on his face surprised her.
“Okay, let’s call a truce,” she said. “I need another coffee. We can talk over that.”
They moved across the room to the morning tea table, acting like two colleagues getting to know each other.
Nick poured her a cup of coffee in one of the elegant cups provided by the caterers, and Lissy’s hand trembled as she held the cup and saucer. Jenny and Clare wandered over and introduced themselves to Nick. Lissy shot them a look.
Professor Andrews’ voice boomed out. “Okay folks, back to work. Lots of planning to be done, and there are students waiting for the ten o’clock lecturers.” A couple of academic staff scurried out to their lecture halls as Andrews glanced pointedly at his watch.
“Dr. McIntyre, Professor Richards, give me five minutes and come up to my office please,” he said.
Lissy made a quick escape as Clare and Jenny kept Nick talking. She entered her office, closed the door, and leaned against it, her eyes closed and heart thudding.
What on earth am I going to do?
Chapter Eight
Taking a deep breath, Lissy turned and looked into the mirror on the back of her door. Even her hair had come loose from its tight French roll, with a couple of curly wisps falling over her flushed cheeks. Her green eyes glittered, awash with the tears she was holding back. Her legs were shaking and felt as though they wouldn’t hold her up.
One look at him and my body goes into meltdown. I will not let him make me feel like this.
With trembling hands, she pinned her hair back and applied fresh lipstick as
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