'Did you hear? Nurse Julia Bale questioned, 'he's coming to our ward,' she whispered in Macy's ear in a state of near euphoria.

Macy looked up from the little girl she was nebulising. She did not need to ask who and neither could she explain why her own heart was in the same euphoric state as Nurse Julia's.

Macy observed bubbles forming in oxygen mask. 'Switch of the nebuliser for me please, Nurse Julia,' Macy requested with a calmness she was far from feeling.

'Did you hear what I just said?' Nurse Julia shrieked softly as she unplugged the nebuliser.'

'How does that feel sweetheart?' Macy smiled at the little girl.

'Much better, thank you,' the little girl coughed, clutching her chest.

'Lie down,' Macy adjusted the pillows. 'Nurse Julia will do another session this afternoon,' Macy smiled, scribbled into the chart and moved to her next patient.

Macy looked up into Nurse Julia's face. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. 'I take it you're here to prep my patient for surgery Julia?' Macy folded her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowed questioningly at the nurse.

'You just spoil all the fun,' Julia glowered and began preparing the patient or surgery.

Macy knew exactly the moment Twain was in the vicinity. The hairs at the nape of her neck stood up. Her heart was beating out of control, butterflies were running riot in her tummy. As usual the Chief of Staff did not do his rounds alone. Today he had two interns with him. Macy was feeling Julia's adrennalin rush as her eyes met Twain's.

'Dr. Skye, good morning,' he smiled politely.

'Morning,' Macy murmured, her arms still folded as she looked at Twain curiously in her territory. She had received the handover status from the night shift staff. A teenager was brought in from outpatients in the early hours of the morning. He had bone fracture from knee injury trauma.

'Morning Dr. Crawford,' Nurse Julia smiled feverishly.

'Morning,' Twain winked at the young nurse, as he extracted the X-ray from the envelope.

With a trace of annoyance, Macy watched Julia blush profusely. Her eyes transferred on Twain. His eyes were studiously focused on the x-ray, he held up towards the light.

Macy moved closer to Twain's shoulder. 'Fracture to the patella?' she murmured, from behind him.

Twain nodded. 'And trauma to the cartilage. Do you see that?' He pointed to the under surface of the knee cap.'

Macy was no longer looking at the x-ray. Instead her eyes were admiring his slender well shaped fingers and clean well scrubbed nails.

Twain turned around, when Macy was too quiet.

'How did he sustain the injury?' She quickly asked.

'Fell of his motor bike.'

The patient was heavily sedated. His surgery had been successful, an incision over the front of the knee joint. The fractured ends of the bones were being held together with a combination of wire, pins and screws. It looked very painful indeed.

'Medication, Dr. Crawford?' Nurse Julia enquired.

Twain took the chart and scribbled a prescription.

Macy listened intently as Twain unhurriedly explained his prognosis to the two interns. She silently concurred with his analysis.

'You're a cardiologist,' Macy murmured.

Twain laughed as he took his stethoscope to the teenager's chest. Macy liked the sound of his laugh. She waited patiently until he finished listening to the boy's heart and lungs.

'That's our lesson for today,' Twain dismissed his interns. He returned the patient's chart to its holder and stood up.

'Thank you Nurse Julia,' he nodded to her in the same dismissive manner. Julia smiled uncomfortably and dragged herself away.

Twain started to speak to Macy again, but she just knew he was not physically with her. His eyes became distant. 'When I got to Sudan, I found my cardiology skills not much in need,' he smiled wryly.

Without either of them noticing it, they were strolling out one of the balcony doors into the patio. Macy's attention was focused on every word Twain was speaking.

'I thought, when I got there, I would be treating patients with viral infections and under nourished children, instead ___ all I saw were literally hundreds and hundreds of child soldiers ___ young boys in puberty fighting a meaningless war.'

Macy gasped. She'd only vaguely heard the details of the barbaric war there between rivalling factions.

Twain inhaled before he continued. 'One of the greatest needs there Macy,' she held her breath at his use of her Christian name, 'was for orthopaedic surgeons. 'More than sixty percents of the patients in the tents were the child soldiers ___ with broken limbs, or their hands or legs hacked off by rebel fighters.

Macy puffed, decrying the senseless violence of wars. She wanted to ask Twain so many questions, but she did not want to interrupt him for fear he'd stop speaking. She wanted to hear what he'd been doing during those ten years

'I went to London for a short period,' he continued grimly. 'I completed a six month program in orthopaedics and returned to Sudan,' he looked at her then and smiled. ' I can probably operate on a patient's limbs now with my eyes closed,' he smiled humourlessly.

That is why he went to London!

He said "one of the needs" - she wondered what the other was and instinctively knew he would not be telling her. Macy just stared at Twain helplessly. His eyes seemed to hold so many demons. She had so many questions. A stupid thought came into her head. She wanted to hug him, but quickly perished the thought. She was glad Twain finally returned to civilization.

'So that's why you responded to the emergency call in the early hours of this morning?'

He suddenly looked her way as if only now realizing she was there. As they continued to gaze at each other, Macy saw the raw intensity in his eyes. Gooseflesh prickled her skin. She wanted to look away, but was mesmerized by his hypnotic eyes.

'I was wide awake,' he shrugged, 'so I figured I'd put the time to good use,' he spoke, matter of fact and started walking again.

Why was he wide awake at two o' clock in the morning? Late night with a lover, perhaps?

'Be seeing you Dr. Skye,' he nodded coolly and rushed out of the ward.

Even though he entered the Paediatrics Ward, he could not be accused of dilly dallying there. Why does he rush out of here like the place has leprosy?

She was visited by Twain again the next day. 'Good afternoon, Macy.'

The mouse was hastily employed to minimize the page on her screen, she looked over her shoulder wearily. Twain was standing there with his hands in his pockets.

'Cardiology is on the fifth floor. Management on the seventh,' she murmured.

'Why do you look so guilty, Dr. Skye?' he murmured seductively, drawing closer to her chair. He leaned over her shoulder, reached out and maximized the screen. 'Looking at porn, doctor?' he teased.

'That's ___ invasion of my privacy,' she mumbled guiltily, her heart thudding loudly at his nearness. His breath fell on her shoulder. Their heated skins were almost touching.

His eyes moved from the screen to her flushed face; danced with amusement.

"SOUTH AFRICA's TOP SPORTING HEROES!" He read on the screen, surprise clearly evident on his attractive face.

'I'm researching it for my son,' she snapped the mouse away from him and closed down the site. She found his warm breath on her neck too disturbing and got up.

He should be helping Parker with homework...damn it!

Creating a safe distance between them, she spoke again, 'Parker has an assignment to do. Our___ computer at home seems to have crashed. I ___ haven't found the time to buy a new one.'

Parker ___ that is her son's name?

Twain, cut into her fumbling apology at being caught doing private stuff. He did not mind one little bit, since it was her lunch break.
'My father has this amazing book with all the sporting heroes from the turn of the century,' he smiled. 'I could lend it to you.'

'No thanks,' she snapped sharply. Macy felt guilty at the look of rejection in his eyes. After all he was just being courteous.

'Look, I have it covered, thank you,' she amended.

'But you just shut down the site, and it does not look like you printed them,' his eyes scanned the empty printer tray.

'What do you want Twain?' Her voice was raised, his name torn from her lips, before she could stop herself. Why did this man unnerve her so?

Twain's eyes flew to hers, they narrowed darkly. They made Macy feel hot and excited and ... desirable to him. Twain recalled her voice so sexy, filled with emotion that night, when she'd cried out his name more than once in the throes of passion...yet now she was angry with him for some reason.

'I'll come back when you're in a better mood,' he stormed out.

'I just saw Dr. Crawford, outside,' Janet, her assistant looked curiously surprised.

'Yeah, he wanted some information ' she lied, as she quickly printed the information Parker needed.

Macy looked up at her next patient quizzically. 'Ricky?' She looked from the young boy to the Social Worker curiously.

Eleven year old Ricky was a ward of the local orphanage in Rosebank. This was the third time this month that he'd come in for medical attention. The Social Worker rolled her eyes skywards.

'I'm beginning to think you have a crush on me Ricky,' Macy teased.

'Pfff!' The youngster scowled offensively. 'Girls!' he shook his head dramatically and lifted his swollen wrist. 'Got hit with a cricket ball.'

'Ouch,' Macy wrinkled her facial muscles painfully. 'And you have not blacked out!' she quickly prepared a shot to ease the pain he seemed to be so bravely hiding.

'I'm not a sissy,' Ricky lifted his chin proudly.

Macy smiled. 'When did this happen? She knew it must hurt like hell.

'About twenty minutes ago,' the Social Worker checked her watch.

Macy gently touched his wrist, feeling for broken bones or tissue. Happy that it was just a sprain, Macy prepared to inject him with the pain killer.

'This will hurt just a little,' Macy spoke softly, piercing into the vein in his arm.

'For a pretty lady, you sure tell a lot of lies,' Ricky accused unflinchingly.

'What!' Macy laughed softly. She gently removed the needle from his arm and stuck a plaster on it.

'You always say it "hurts a little," but needles hurt more than a little,' his young face did not reflect the said pain.

Ricky was always so brave and never flinched whenever she had to administer an injection, but she always issued the cautionary warning, because she knew most kids feared needles. Macy looked at the Social Worker with concern. The Social Worker shrugged.

'I'm sorry Ricky,' Macy gently placed her palm on his shoulder. 'I know it hurts,' her eyes were apologetic.

He nodded. Macy suspected he was too emotional to speak. He must be in a lot of pain. She silently urged the medication to quickly bring relief to young Ricky.

'You're always so brave,' she smiled removing a bandage pack to dress the swell. 'May I put this dressing on?' she asked softly.

'Yeah,' he extendedly his hand with a little difficulty.

'The medication should start working soon Ricky, ' she completed bandaging his wrist. 'Now how about you make sure you always use a glove in future, when you play cricket,' she smiled.

'I don't have,' he got up and marched to the door.

'Ricky!' She called out to him. He stopped but did not turn around. 'My son, has an extra pair, how about I drop it off for you?'

Ricky shrugged as if okay with the benevolent gesture and was about to open the door, when it opened from the outside.

Macy held her breath. She was stunned by her strong reaction to Twain. She had not expected to see him so soon. Macy just stared stupidly into Twain's eyes. He looked like a powerful businessman in his exquisite suit, too sexy for his own good. His strong lean features accentuated by amused eyes. The musky tang of his skin flared her nostrils.

Bridle those hormones Macy!

Her mind annoyingly recalled the rumours doing the rounds that he was currently having an affair with a very attractive radiologist. Before that, there was talk of him and a nurse and before that another female doctor. Clearly Dr. Twain Crawford was a very busy man.

'Thank you Dr. Skye,' Ricky's voice brought her back to the present.

She dragged her eyes to the young man. 'It's a pleasure Ricky,' she smiled. I'll see you tonight,' she reminded him.

He nodded and began walking away. The Social Worker smiled admiringly at Twain. Why wouldn't she? He resembled the sexy hunks one sees on a glossy magazine cover. The Social Worker looked Twain up and down more than once and eventually dragged her eyes away from him.
'Thank you, Dr. Skye,' she gave Macy a meaningful look and reluctantly walked out.

Twain battled to keep a rein on his pulsating desire. The atmosphere between him and Macy crackled with tension. She was so beautiful, her skin, like porcelain. She looked so incredibly young. Her full pink lips lightly covered with something delectably glossy. Her ebony hair in its familiar ponytail, with tiny curls having escaped to soften her hairline. He shoved fingers that tingled with a sense of deprivation, into his pockets.

'You making house calls?' Twain walked in and enquired, with a slight irritation in his tone.

'Can I help you?' she murmured.

He should have guessed she was not going to roll out the red carpet and receive him with opened arms. Best he inform her of the reason for his unannounced visit to her surgery. 'I've got a kid in my rooms,' he began. 'He's complaining of chest pains. The boy's family G.P. suggested he see a cardiologist, but I'd like your opinion.'

Amazing how she still felt a ridiculous attraction for the lout. She wondered if he felt anything. He gave no indication, neither did his body language suggest how he felt... So frustrating!

She wondered why his secretary had not buzzed Paediatrics.  It was a pity her senior, Dr. Jenkins was on a day's leave. Macy would much prefer not to be working with Twain, but her duty was to patients, so she reluctantly picked up her stethoscope and waited for Twain to precede her out of her surgery. Her eyes dipped to his tight bottom. He was so ...sexy. His broad masculine shoulders so in contrast to his slim waist. She could still remember the taut feel of his bottom when her fingers had curiously shaped them, as she had laid beneath ___.

'Dr. Skye?'

'Um __ yes?'

'This is my patient, Matthew Adderly.'

Right! 'Hi Matthew,' Macy smiled. 'I'm Dr. Skye.'

'My friends call me Matt,' he smiled eagerly.

Twain's eyebrows rose. The brat had refused to speak a word to him!

'May I call you Matt?' She asked, gently guiding him to lie down.

'Yes.'

'How old are you?' She asked conversationally as she placed the stethoscope on his chest.

'Nine.'

Macy smiled, nodded, as she listened attentively to his heart.

'You're beautiful,' the boy announced innocently.

Macy's eyes lifted to Twain's. There was no expression on his face, other than curiosity as to how she was going to respond to the flattering, yet truthful compliment.

'Thank you,' Macy could not help the pink flush on her cheeks. 'So why have you come to the hospital?' she asked.

'My mum brought me,' he scowled, directing a telling gaze at his mother standing at a distance away next to Twain, 'because I'm always tired and doing P.E. makes my chest sore.'

Macy was immediately concerned. 'I would like a PET Scan done. Will you do that for me?'
She again put the earpieces into her ear to listen to his heart. Matt's mother immediately rushed forward.

'Is my son going to be okay?' Gina Adderly demanded to know.

Macy smiled at the mother compassionately. 'I would like to see the results of the scan first,' she answered gently. 'Though there seems nothing fatally wrong with his heart or lungs,' she answered comfortingly

Twain marvelled at her gentle nature. She makes such a good paediatrician, such a good rapport with her young patients. He knew she'd be spot on with her diagnosis.

After the scan, Macy and Twain exchanged a glance as they looked up at it in the light.

'ASD?' Macy murmured.

Twain nodded sombrely.

'What's going on?' Gina demanded.

Macy cleared her throat. 'Your son has an abnormal opening between the left and right atria. The condition is called artrial septum defect.'

'What ___what does that mean?' The mother was near tears.

Macy reached out her hand and gently touched her. 'It is a congenital heart defect that enables blood flow between the left and right atria. It's separated by a septum called interatrial septum, and if the septum is defective, the oxygen rich blood can flow directly from the left side of the heart causing good blood to mix with oxygen poor blood. This leads to lower than normal oxygen levels. As oxygen supply is vital to the brain and other organs and tissues ___ surgical closure of the ASD is recommended.

'So Matt needs surgery? I don't want him to be operated on,' Gina sobbed.

Macy put her arm consolingly around the mother's shoulder. 'Modern technology has an alternative to that,' Macy smiled.

'Really?' Gina was hopeful.

Macy nodded. 'A catheter is used to close the ASD,' Dr Crawford will enlighten you in much more intricate detail,' she looked at Twain.

He picked up the model of a heart on his desk. Showing her the left and right atria and how he would use a device with the catheter that would seal the defect in Matt's septum. The device would stay and the catheter would be removed and within six months Matt's tissue would grow over the device and Matt would be perfectly healthy again.

Macy agreed with his explanation and was in awe at the patient way he took the time to ease Gina's concerns. She seemed to visibly relax at the assurance of Matt being completely healed from this condition.

    
On her way to collect Parker from school, the next afternoon, Macy bumped into Dr. Alec Stuart in the hospital car park.

'Hey sexy,' he flirted, innocently. Macy laughed.
'Got your assignment results?'

'Eighty three percent,' she sighed disappointedly. 'I could have done better if I started earlier,' she chastised herself.

She heard Alec laugh loudly.

'What's so funny?' she threw her handbag into her boot.

'Check this,' Alec drew closer to Macy and lifted the screen of his cell phone closer for her to see.

Macy dipped her head curiously to the screen, 'Fifty two percent Alec! That's disgraceful.'

And as Macy lifted her head admonishingly to Alec, her eyes were distracted by Twain coming out of his fancy four by four Jeep. His scathing eyes narrowed as he glared at Macy, who felt guilty for no apparent reason.

'You sound like my mother!' Macy heard Alec mumbled. 'At least I passed.'

Macy dragged her eyes back to Alec. 'You're in the medical faculty, Alec,' she reminded him. 'You want to specialize as a pulmonologist, you can't play with people's lives!' she spoke sternly.

'Fine. I'll aim fora hundred percent in my exam.'

'I like your motivation,' she smiled and slipped into her car. 'See you after lunch,' she drove off.

Twain stood glaring as Macy drove away.
What the hell! Was she giving Stuart her number? Doesn't she know Stuart is a player and a spoilt rich kid who has never had to work hard for anything in his life? It's a wonder he cracked it in Med School! He would have to have a word her.

     During her lunch break the next day, Macy blinked in surprise as her surgery door was flung open. She stopped chewing her sandwich.

'Out!' Twain growled at the young intern having lunch with Macy.

She huffed at Twain's arrogance, but the young man left his lunch and scrambled for the door. Macy glared at Twain angrily.

'I should have come in the second half of your break ___ after you've had your lunch,' he began, then waved the file at her in his hand, 'but I need some answers.'

Macy tossed the sandwich back into its tray and dumped it into the rubbish bin. 'Answers about what?' She leaned back in her chair.

Actually he'd come storming in here to demand she keep away from Alec Stuart, instead he'd brought her file from the personnel department as an excuse. 'This file says you're twenty eight years old!'

She felt the heat rising on her face. She resisted the urge to shift in her seat. 'So?'

'Ten years ago you were a child!' he waved her file at her accusingly.

Macy had no idea what he was doing with her file? Was he trying to see if her file declared who Parker's father was? She stood up, bridging the distance between them. She was now scarlet. Did he also figure out she had been a virgin that night?

'Ten years ago, I was at the age of consent,' she glowered. 'Do you ask all your lovers to declare their age to you? What's the big deal?'

'You were a child ___.'

'Stop it!' her voice rose. 'You were not the first or the last,' she had to lie to him.

'Oh I believe you. Your performance that night was nothing short of a professional __.'

Macy was more shocked than Twain was, when her palm sliced across his cheek. And when the reverberating sound echoed around the room, her hand flew to her mouth. Good Lord, what had she done? But how dare he make the inference, comparing her to a prostitute? Her eyes lifted very slowly to his face. She winced at the five finger mark deforming his chiselled cheekbones.

'Twain ___ I'm so sorry,' she whispered, lifting her hand to touch the bruise on his cheek.

'No you're not,' he gripped her wrist. 'You meant to strike me Macy, because the truth hurts doesn't it? His hand tightened around her slender wrist painfully.

'What truth?' she cried out, 'that I am a whore?'

'You said it,' he shoved her away. 'Enjoy the rest of your lunch break, Dr. Skye.' Twain meant to walk out.

'Well at least I'm not the resident gigolo!' She threw at him.

His hand paused at the handle. His eyes narrowed at her over his shoulders. He turned and slowly made his way back to Macy. She swallowed nervously, wringing her hands.

'You will become the female equivalent, if you don't keep away from Stuart!' He uttered between clenched teeth.

'What!' Macy laughed at Twain. 'I cannot believe you!'

'Stuart is a playboy.' Twain's eyes raked over her angrily. 'He sleeps with women more often than he changes his underwear!'

Macy gasped. What an audacity! She was actually quite livid now. Not that it was Twain's business who she had relationships with, but how dare he?

'Excuse me, Dr. Crawford,' Macy's eyes were equally arctic as she glared at him, 'are you not the one, going through a merry process of elimination here at your hospital?'

'What!'

For a moment humiliation burned through Macy that she was keeping tabs on his sexual exploits here, but how could she not, when all she heard as she walked through the corridors was about "who Twain did last night." Her entire face turned crimson as she found difficulty in voicing her accusation.

'You care to explain that insinuation, Dr. Skye,' he challenged.

Macy squirmed uncomfortably. How could she substantiate without revealing that she seemed to hold a very acute interest in his private life.

'I'm waiting,' his hands pierced into her shoulders sharply.

It was not pain that Macy felt. Starry eyes gazed at him. Sexual hunger stole over her.

Anger jostled with her rousing desire. 'Fine,' she rasped with chilling anger. 'It's common knowledge you're sleeping with the nurse from the cardiology unit, and before that it was the radiologist.'

Macy went on and on rattling the names of all the supposed 'guilty party' from the rumour mill she'd believed, and only when she saw the look of utter disbelief in Twain's eyes... that she stopped in mid sentence. Her mouth went dry. Her pulses were humming crazily.

'What, I missed a few? Or got some names wrong?'

For some reason she was not so sure of her accusations any longer. Was that mockery in Twain's eyes?

'Such a pity I was not there physically to enjoy all those sexual conquests,' he murmured thickly.

Macy was bewildered. 'Are you denying you slept with all those women?'

'Categorically, Dr. Skye,' he stepped closer towards her. Nervously Macy shifted backwards. Her stomach contracted violently.

'What ___ what do you mean?' She stammered, looking over her shoulder and seeing there was no more room for her to escape to.

'Exactly what I have just denied, Dr. Skye, I have never fraternized with any of my staff,' he was just a step away from her now, she shivered with anticipation. 'I find it regrettable that the rumour mill has given such a glowing account of my sexual activity and I, sadly, have not even had the pleasure of enjoying any of it,' he was towering over her now, his warm breath fanning her face.

'Not one of them?' she questioned.

'Not even one,' he murmured huskily... 'until now.'

'What___ what do you mean until now?' She stared brazenly at his attractive face with a fascination that she had never felt for any other man in all her life.

'I may as well live up to my reputation, Dr. Skye,' his fingers framed her throat. 'Why is this pulse throbbing so?' he mocked.

Macy swallowed, her eyes darted from his eyes to his lips.

'Don't ___ touch me,' she whispered.

'Oh but I'm going to do more than just touch you Macy,' he breathed close to her cheeks. 'I'm going to kiss you too,' his eyes fell to her lips, his head dipped.

Macy waited, breathless. She wanted to close her eyes, but she found his lips mesmerizing, his eyes intoxicating.

So it was all lies ... He has not slept with any of his staff!

Elation warmed over her in leaps and bounds. Macy waited impatiently for his lips to descend on her but it never happened. Her desire filled smoky grey eyes met his hazel ones burning with the same intensity. Like a magnetic force, her mouth was drawing towards his. The electric charge  too forceful for her to resist any longer. It was Macy that pulled his head down and kissed him.

Again, it was her that was taking the initiative as she had ten years ago...So long ago, yet he felt so familiar, his chiselled mouth, his searing lips, his erotic kiss. Her hands raked wildly into his hair. She deepened the kiss, purring pleasurably. Being in Twain's arms was like coming home. Now she understood why she'd never slept with another man.

As she pressed into his masculine physique, Macy heard him groan, his hands tightened around her waist. Hunger lashed out from within her like a dormant volcano. Twain awakened a need inside her that she had buried for far too long, her breasts swelled against his rock hard chest, her nipples were taut, aroused, bruised and aching.

'Macy___,' his guttural groan reverberated in her ear. Her ponytailed hair was quickly set free. His long fingers delved into the masses of her silky hair. His skilful lips traced over her ear, nibbling at her flesh. Her cry of delight, spurred him on, his hands swept hungrily over her body, caressing her bottom, moulding her to his aroused manhood. Her fingers caressed at the nape of his neck, his muscles spasmed beneath her touch. Macy was ecstatic at the power she was wielding over his body's awakening. So he had not even kissed another staff member...yet he's allowing me free reign.

A gasp of shock escaped her lips as Twain's fingers closed over her breast. She jumped, pushed him away. Still lost in the moment of passion, Twain looked confused. His eyes searched her face. Her eyes were still blazing with desire, her lips swollen, positively ravished. She looked away uncomfortably.

'I'm sorry,' Macy murmured softly.

Her eyes flew up to his when he reached out for her hand.

'I still want you Macy,' he guided her hand to his throbbing manhood.

She pulled her hand away, tempted to give in to touching him, caressing him, enjoying the pleasure of feeling his arousal, yet she denied herself.

'We shouldn't,' she whispered.

'Why not?' He groaned. 'You want me too. At least be honest with yourself,' he challenged hoarsely.

Macy refused to meet his eyes. She can't do this again with Twain. Ten years ago she had been irresponsible. Now she needed to tread wisely. She had a son to think of. It was not fair to have a man in her life that would play a temporary role in Parker's life. Twain was not the commitment type. Her son would be devastated if Twain was there for only a temporary period and them left them both shattered like the aftermath of a hurricane. She needed to protect Parker.

'I can't Twain,' she murmured uncomfortably. 'We work together, it's going to be awkward'... when you dump me

'I'm sure you and I can maintain a professional relationship during working hours,' his arms curved around her waist again. He smiled seductively.

He did not get it. Yes she could be professional, but it was the pain after he was finished with her that she would not be able to handle. If the rumour mills were brandishing his name when he was innocent, imagine what they would do with her, and she would not be able to hide her feelings or attraction for Twain for too long if they became intimate. She was only human!

'Please Twain ___ this was a mistake. Please leave.'

'Lie to yourself if you want to,' Twain hissed, pulling her against his chest. 'I prefer reality,' his lips punished her angrily.

Even though Macy knew this kiss was not for her enjoyment, she went limp in his arms, her mouth opened welcoming him, she groaned softly, but when her arms roped around his neck again, he pushed her away angrily.

'I'm not a teenager Macy. Don't toy with me. I won't be responsible for the consequences,' he warned and stormed out.

She shut her eyes. Oh Twain, I do want you so much...but I can't just be your flavour of the month!

                 -end chapter five-