Tempted by Dr. Morales Read Online Free Page B

sense of relief than regret.
    Juan was right, the break-up had been overdue.
    ‘How much longer are you in Australia?’ Kelly asked, and Juan turned a bit in his seat to answer and to chat with the girls in the back.
    ‘Just over two weeks.’
    ‘You should stay longer,’ Kelly said.
    ‘I can’t,’ Juan said, ‘my visa expires the day after I leave.’
    ‘Would you, though, if you could?’ Kelly persisted.
    ‘I think it’s maybe time to move on.’
    ‘Where now?’ Cate asked, and Juan turned back to face the front.
    ‘Turn right along the beach road and my place is about halfway.’
    As she turned, the car jolted and Cate frowned. The car was not responding as it usually did, she could feel the groan of the engine.
    ‘There’s something wrong with the car,’ Cate said, having appalling visions of breaking down a few metres from Juan’s and, yes, ending up staying the night. The complication of a fling with Juan was something Cate did not need and frantically she looked at the dashboard. ‘It’s in manual...’ Cate frowned but Juan had already worked it out—their hands met at the gearstick and Cate pulled hers away.
    ‘My fault,’ Juan said, ‘my legs are too long.’ He slotted it back into drive. ‘My knees must have knocked the gearstick.’
    God, he was potent. Cate’s fingers were still tingling from the brief touch as she pulled up at his apartment. ‘You are coming in?’ Juan checked as she sat with the engine idling and there was a moment when she wanted to be the taxi martyr and drive off—but rather more than that, yes, she wanted a further glimpse of his world.
    ‘Sure.’
    Juan let them all in and it wasn’t quite what Cate had been expecting—it was a furnished rental apartment but a rather luxurious one with stunning beach views and a huge decking area outside. It was everything the well-heeled traveller needed for a few weeks of fun, Cate thought. Yet, despite the expensive furnishings and appliances, there was an emptiness and sparseness to it—a blandness even, broken only by his belongings.
    Temporary.
    Like Juan.
    ‘This is the type of music you should be listening to,’ Juan said, slotting his phone into some speakers. The room filled with music that under different circumstances Cate might want to dance to. Taxis were starting to arrive and, as more hospital personnel filled his home, Juan opened the French doors so that people could party inside or out, and then went to sort out drinks.
    ‘What do you want, Cate?’
    He made no secret that his interest was in her.
    ‘I’ll get something in a moment,’ Cate said, and asked if she could use the bathroom.
    ‘Straight down the hall,’ Juan said. ‘And to your left.’
    She followed his directions but straight down the hall was his bedroom—the door was open, the bed rumpled and unmade, and for a wild, reckless moment she wanted to give in to his undeniable charm, could almost envision them tumbling on the bed, a knot of arms and legs.
    Cate pushed open the bathroom door and let out a breath.
    This wasn’t like her at all.
    She hadn’t ever really envisioned herself that way with anyone, not even Paul. Bloody Juan had her head going in directions it wasn’t used to. A part of her wanted to stop being sensible, ordered Cate and just give in to the feelings he ignited—to be a little wild and reckless for once. She knew that she was sending him mixed messages, that at times she found herself flirting with him in a way she never had with anybody else.
    Cate washed her hands and had to dry them on her top because, of course, he didn’t have hand towels, just a wet beach towel hanging over the shower.
    Whoops, there went her mind again, imagining that huge body naked on the other side of the glass shower door.
    ‘Go home, Cate,’ she said to herself. She was about to do just that, but when she got back to the lounge Juan handed her a large glass filled with ice and some dangerous-looking cocktail.
    ‘I’m