Doctor’s Heat: Dr. Wright (Millionaire Doctors' Club)

By Alicia Nichols

Last night was a fluke, and obsessing about some throwaway encounter with a man isn't me.

Who has time for true love nowadays?

I'd like to think I do. He on the other hand…

I'm not looking my best in today's rough double-shift as a café barista.

Then Sexy Mystery man walks in. He's been a regular lately.

His piercing gray eyes flicker, his lips tilt up into a confident smirk.

I commit that incredible jawline to memory. His perfectly-trimmed dark stubble only further highlights the cleft in his chin.

His heat is on when he offers to go out for dinner, and I'm feeling it.

But I made other plans tonight. And I have to get my dad to the doctor's appointment.

God, he's gorgeous. I'm missing out.

He'll have his second chance. I wasn't expecting him in those plans I had.

Surprises come at the weirdest times.

"Doctor's Heat" is a steamy novella with alternating POVs and a cliffhanger that strings into the satisfying romantic HEA series "Dr. Wright". Also, be sure to check out more dreamy doctors in my "Millionaire Doctors Club Series".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alicia Nichols
• Release date: Jan 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201791469

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DOCTOR’S HEAT

DR. WRIGHT

Book 1

ALICIA NICHOLS

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CHAPTER 1

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- LILA -

I’LL HAVE A LARGE MOCHA—NON-fat, five shots, triple pump, no whip, and make it extra hot. Use the sugar-free syrup, dear, and... oh! Caramel drizzle, and lots of it, but don’t let it sink to the bottom. You people always let that happen and it’s so frustrating...

Ahh, the joys of life as an overworked barista.

My brain feels scrambled from attempting to keep up with yet another ridiculous order, but I hold in my sigh and ring up the nice lady with the sunglasses shoved into her hair.

Steaming the milk up ‘extra hot’, however, poses a problem when a bit of milk splashes over the side of the metal mug and burns the side of my hand.

Shit, I bite my lip and hiss under my breath, trying not to let the pain show on my face. I consider whether I have enough time to hold my hand under the cold tap for a few seconds; the lady’s impatient tutting says no. Shit, I mutter again, shaking my hand once to lessen the sharp sting, and I pick up the mug once more.

Saturdays are the busiest mornings at the Peach Dahlia Café. Usually, I have a co-worker during my shifts to help out, but since she called in sick today at the last minute, I’m all on my own. Today has been the day from hell—from slept-through alarms to obnoxious customers to the very large stain down the front of my apron to the pounding ache behind my eyes that just won’t go away. I’m all ready for the day to end, and it’s not even noon yet.

Still, there’s something to look forward to once I get off my double shift—I’m working hard to keep pinned in my mind the series of texts I’d exchanged with my cousin in the breakroom an hour earlier. It’s Lola’s twenty-sixth birthday, and she’s super excited to scope out the fancy bar we’re planning to head up to later this evening to celebrate with some mutual friends.

‘i’m telling you, Lila, this is just what we need!!’ she wrote in her last text to me, just before my fifteen-minute break was up. ‘it’s got ALL the glam to blow your artsy mind and plenty of the hard stuff to get me good and trashed!!! can’t waitttt’’

And well, I can’t argue. We’d looked up pictures of the place on Google the other day, and it looks really ritzy. The part of my brain that geeks out over interior design cannot wait to soak up all that pretty lighting and the gorgeous wall accents.

Lola matches my eagerness by obsessing over the bar’s cocktails menu, because well... she’s Lola, and that’s her thing.

In the meantime, work is kicking my ass, my headache is worsening, the line of customers is endless, I’m handling the café all by myself, and the end of my shift feels light years away.

Here you go, sir, I say eons later, handing a man who looks to be in his late fifties his skinny soy latte, double blended and absolutely no foam or I will demand a refund, and the man snatches his coffee without so much as a look, snapping loudly into his phone.

I check my watch and sigh at the time showing on the scratched dial. One-thirty. Still only partly through my second shift, and I’ve yet got about an hour to go on the lunch rush.

You look like you’re getting a beatdown, comes an all-too-familiar deep voice on the other side of the counter, and a low groan forms behind my throat before I even look up. Not today. Any day but today.

Steel gray eyes twinkle with wry amusement, travelling in a slow arc to my messed-up ponytail and down my body. Wide, bitten-pink lips