Hollywood House Call

Hollywood House Call
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Brilliant Los Angeles cosmetic surgeon Noah Foster has perfection at his fingertips, which is why he can’t walk away from sexy receptionist Callie Matthews when, after an accident, her dreams of stardom are shattered and she needs 24/7 care.Noah is determined to be there for her, but being at Callie’s bedside is one thing… Being in her bed is something else…and Noah can’t resist.

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“It’s not often someone takes my breath away.”

“Noah—”

He eased forward slowly, giving her ample time to stop him. “I can’t pretend you don’t stir something in me, Callie. And I sure as hell can’t pass up this opportunity.”

Her mouth felt soft beneath his as he caressed her uninjured cheek. Keeping his touch light, he coaxed her mouth open and slid his tongue in to meet hers.

Callie pulled back and brought her hand to her lips. “Noah, we can’t do that.”

“Pretty sure we can and did.”

“You don’t need this complication on top of caring for me, and I can’t afford to be sidetracked by you and your charms…and those kisses.”

He couldn’t help but grin. Apparently he’d found just the thing to distract her.

About the Author

National bestselling author JULES BENNETT’s love of storytelling started when she would get in trouble as a child and would tell her parents her imaginary friends were to blame. Since then, her vivid imagination has taken her down a path she’d only dreamed of. And after twelve years of owning and working in salons, she hung up her shears to write full-time.

Jules doesn’t just write Happily Ever After, she lives it. Married to her high school sweetheart, Jules and her hubby have two little girls who keep them smiling. She loves to hear from readers! Contact her at authorjules@ gmail.com, visit her website, www.julesbennett.com, where you can sign up for her newsletter, or send her a letter at PO Box 396, Minford, OH 45653, USA. You can also follow her on Twitter and join her Facebook fan page.

Hollywood

House Call

Jules Bennett


www.millsandboon.co.uk

For my husband, who thinks I’m beautiful whether I’m wearing a formal dress, jeans and boots or lounge pants. I love you with all my heart.

Thank you for showing me the beauty of love.

One

“I want your body.”

Callie Matthews jerked around to see her boss, her very sexy Hollywood-plastic-surgeon boss standing only a few feet away in the foyer of his office. When he reached behind his back, the lock to the front door slid into place with a quick flick of his wrist.

“Excuse me?” she asked, thankful the office was now closed.

A naughty grin spread across Noah Foster’s face, showcasing that killer smile that never failed to make women weak in the knees as their panties were dropping. Granted, her panties had always remained in place, but still…

Mercy, she was so shallow, because if he so much as crooked a finger for her to follow him into the break room and…

“Hear me out,” he said, holding his hands up. “I know you want to catch your big break by acting—”

O-kay. So they obviously weren’t having the same thoughts about him wanting to tear off her underwear in the break room. Such a shame.

“But,” he went on, oblivious to her naughty thoughts, “I have a proposition for you.”

Those last three words were like music to her ears. That break-room fantasy might come true after all.

“I have an upcoming ad campaign I’d like you to model for.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. What?”

Model? The chubby teen that still lived inside her nearly laughed. But Callie had long since left that girl behind in Kansas.

Noah moved toward her, never taking his gaze from hers, never breaking that signature smile. “I’d like you to do the modeling for the ad to launch my new office across town.”

Callie came to her feet and moved around the desk. “Obviously, you haven’t thought this through.”

He raked his eyes down her body, sending all kinds of yummy thoughts swirling through her overactive imagination. “Oh, but I have. And it’s you I want.”

Oh, baby. If only those words were used under different circumstances.

“You have tons of clients you could use,” she told him as she turned and marched down the hall to the lounge to retrieve her purse. “Besides, I’ve never modeled.”

Like most transplants to L.A., Callie had come eager to be the next actress that would make Hollywood directors and producers sit up in their chairs and take notice of her remarkable talents. Unfortunately, her agent couldn’t get her any auditions that weren’t embarrassing. So far she’d done a commercial for zit cream and one for STD meds. Yeah, not the claim to fame she’d been hoping for. But she had to start somewhere, right?

Wait, maybe that whole STD thing was why Noah wasn’t so interested in seeing her outside the office. He did know that was purely acting…didn’t he? She was free and clear in that department, especially considering her lack of sexual experience. Not that she was a virgin, but she might as well be for the two pathetic encounters she’d had.

“I just want a few pictures of you, Callie.” Noah followed her and rested an impressive broad shoulder against the doorjamb. “The ads we’re going for will showcase the natural side of surgery, how to stay young and fresh.”

Callie mimicked his action and crossed her own arms over her chest and leaned against the counter. “But other than that minor chin scar you did microdermabrasion on, I haven’t had anything else done. Isn’t that false advertising?”

“Not at all,” he argued. “If you had never been a client, then that would be false advertisement. But you’re perfect, Callie. You’re beautiful, the camera will love you, and you’ll be on billboards across town. Tell me you don’t want that kind of exposure.”



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