What’s Up Doctor

Ross
I’m a catch and every woman knows it.
I have the deft fingers of a surgeon.
And a loaded bank account to match.
I can have any woman, in any room, at any time.
I have them coming at me (and on me) in droves.
When I see her across the room, red hair curling around her open, honest face, I know that I need her in my bed.
What I never expected is that she’d find her way into my heart.

Sharon
I don’t do flings.
Or at least I thought I didn’t until Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome corners me at the first charity gala that I host for Hearts in Hands.
I find myself saying yes and following him home.
His eyes. His body. His hands. All light me on fire.
He says it’ll only be one night.
But, for better or worse, Dr. Ross Hardwick is about to get to know me particularly well.
How long is he here to stay?