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NYC Angels: One Night in Manhattan
Janice Lynn


Fast Fiction Romantic - short stories with a Happy Ever AfterNo one at Angel Mendez Children's Hospital understands why Brandon Bishop, the talented, charismatic head of neurosurgery, wants to give up his position—and life in New York—for a research job in California. But Brandon has his own, deeply personal reasons for pursuing brain injury research on the West Coast. And so, with a month left in Manhattan, Brandon's not looking to get attached.Yet when he meets Olivia Bowen at the local bar, neither can deny their attraction…or resist spending the night together. They both agree it's a one-time deal—no strings attached. Until Olivia reports for her first day of a nursing placement at Angel's. In Brandon's department. Suddenly, sticking to "one night" seems impossible, and "no strings" is a promise neither can keep…










NYC Angels: One Night in Manhattan

Janice Lynn




www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)


Contents

Cover (#u7af276a7-fdbc-5eb9-a4e4-29fa9915238e)

Title Page (#ucb2e6fd9-b581-5733-a82e-b059763ca752)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)


Chapter One (#u95044958-ebbc-5d24-8e6f-bb44916fa94c)

“Don’t even think I haven’t noticed you checking out the brunette at the bar.”

Dr. Brandon Bishop grimaced. Had his inability to keep his eyes off the dark-haired beauty from the second she’d stepped into O’Malley’s been that obvious?

Probably.

Even now he struggled to tear his gaze away from where she sat at the long mahogany bar, studying a menu, and looking as if she’d walked straight out of a fantasy.

Not that he had the time or inclination for fantasies that involved anything other than the neurology department at the Angel Mendez Children’s Hospital. He hadn’t, but all that was about to change.

A month from now everything about his life would be different.

Forcing his attention back to his friends, Brandon took a sip from his soda and met Ryan’s amused blue eyes. “She’s a lot better view than looking at you.”

Laughter broke out around the table and a few of their coworkers jabbed Ryan in the side.

“He does have a point,” one of the other neurologists pointed out.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, but he better be taking a long look because very soon he’s going to miss this ole mug of mine.”

“I just can’t believe you’re really leaving,” Becky, a nurse, said with a long sigh. “How could you leave Angel’s?”

A twinge of guilt hit Brandon.

A twinge? More like being shot in the chest, but he wouldn’t let that get to him. Not now. He wouldn’t let his friends see even a glimmer of doubt about his decision to resign as head of neurology to take a research position in California.

“Year round sunshine and an ocean breeze?” Brandon went for flippant. No way was he going to tell his coworkers about what had really triggered his decision to leave New York City.

“Not to mention all those tanned California girls,” another of their coworkers teased.

Brandon’s gaze shifted back to the bar. He seriously doubted any California girl could compare to the woman pointing to an item on the menu and smiling at the bartender. Her smile lit up the entire bar and grill. Her smile lit up his insides like Times Square on New Year’s Eve.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her?”

Good question. Why didn’t he?

A thousand reasons to Ryan’s question registered at once, but that didn’t keep from Brandon pushing back his chair.

Ryan laughed and slapped him on the back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

***

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Not even glancing up at the husky male voice, Olivia Bowen gestured in front of her. A not yet touched diet soda rested on a napkin on the bar’s sleek mahogany surface.

“At a bar, but not drinking?” the owner of the voice tsked. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Wondering if perhaps she’d have been better off waiting for a table to empty, she shook her head. She’d not meant to set herself up as a target for some barfly hoping to get under her skirt. But she’d been hungry. Her contact at the nursing agency had told her O’Malley’s served the best food around and just happened to be on the bottom floor of the building where her apartment was. They must be serving something right, because the place was packed. Only the bar had been open for immediate seating.

“I’m not thirsty,” she replied, her gaze fixed on the laminated menu in front of her. Maybe if she ignored him, he’d take the hint and go away. She was in New York City to work, take in the sights, and further her nursing skills, not to get up close and personal with a one night stand or even to start a relationship. Bleh!

“Or perhaps you just haven’t found the right drink to quench your thirst,” the man continued, his nice strong voice oozing self-confidence. “I’m just the man to help. I’ve tried several of the house specialties and would be more than happy to make suggestions if you’ll allow me to buy you another drink.”

Just the man to help her? Ha. Who said she needed a man to help her? She didn’t. Not now. Not ever.

Annoyed by his persistence, she lifted her gaze to tell Mr. Over-Confident Barfly that she wasn’t tempted by anything he had to offer and for him to go buzz off. Even if she had been tempted by his offer, she’d learned never to give in to temptation a long, long time ago. It wasn’t a lesson she was likely to ever forget.

But when her gaze collided with the brightest sky blue eyes she’d ever seen fringed with to-die-for lashes, she fell mute, which was better than falling off her bar stool. The man smiling at her with all the charm of the devil himself was enough to knock her right off her tush and onto the barroom floor.

But it wasn’t just the way he looked. It was more. It was the intelligence in his eyes, the assured way he held his body, the magnetic appeal that drew her in as if she had an iron core. Buzz. Buzz.

No wonder he oozed self-confidence. He should be the national spokesman for barflies. Women would be lined up with picket signs reading Pick Me.

“I don’t bite,” he promised, those mesmerizing eyes lowering to her lips, then slowly lifting to reconnect with her gaze.

Lightning jolted through her entire body.

Wowzers. He was hot. Hot enough her skin instantly drenched and her nerve endings were doing some major buzzing of their own. Hot enough that she almost reached out to touch him to see if he was real. Instead she touched her lips, wondering at how full and sensitive they felt beneath her fingertip.

But as a single woman who traveled frequently, she knew men who offered to buy a woman a drink at a bar generally only wanted one thing. She never, ever, ever did that. Hottie or not, she just needed to tell him to shoo.

“That’s too bad.” Olivia blinked. Had that flirty comment really just come out of her good-girl Southern mouth? She wanted to groan. Hadn’t she been going to tell him to get lost and not bother her anymore?

Instead her sanity was what had turned up missing.

At her comment, his grin widened, digging dimples into his cheeks. Her insides snapped, crackled, and buzzed with excitement. Had the central unit gone out in the building or what? Feeling overheated, Olivia resisted fanning her face.

“Brandon Bishop,” tall, dark, and delicious introduced himself, his mouth curving in a way that promised the temperature would get hotter before he moved on.

“Olivia,” she answered, not bothering with a last name. What would be the point? Despite her odd reaction to him, she didn’t do one-night hook-ups and never stayed in one place long enough to develop any real relationships. Foot loose and fancy free. Man free. That was her. She liked it that way. She’d planned her life that way. No way was any man going to get in the way of her life dreams to have a fabulous nursing career and to see the world.

But something about the twinkle in his eyes told her he’d do his best to change her mind given the chance.

Something also told her this man’s best would blow her away. He had that I’m really good in bed look about him.

Or maybe it was just that with his intense blue eyes and devilish grin her imagination wouldn’t let her think of him in any other way.

Ha. A man that good looking was probably so stuck on himself that he’d lie in bed and expect her to orgasm from just being between the same sheets as his very fine body. All pretty polished surface with no substance within. Just like Clay.

Letting her gaze drop down the lines of Brandon’s strong jaw, his throat, over the crisp dress shirt that housed wide shoulders and a thick chest to his narrow hips encased in tailored slacks, she conceded there was no denying that his self-confidence wasn’t misplaced. On the outside, he was pretty darn near perfect.

But a pretty shiny surface could hide a multitude of flaws.

Was he a lawyer? An investment broker? Certainly with his well-manicured hands and expensive clothing he was some type of professional. She imagined they were a dime a dozen in downtown Manhattan.

When her gaze returned to his, the bedevilment had been replaced with molten blue lava. The fiery force of his eyes couldn’t be described any other way. Liquid lava!

She licked her parched lips.

His gaze followed the motion. This time, he swallowed and Olivia grabbed hold of the bar to steady herself because once again she feared falling.

What was happening to her? She did not react to men this way. Not ever. Not even Clay had affected her so instantly, so intensely, and she’d been a silly school girl back then. Yet, her body fizzed like shaken-up soda.

The funny thing was she could see Brandon was just as confused by his reaction to her. His brows had slightly veed and he stared at her so intently she wanted to squirm on her barstool.

Or maybe that was his game? How he picked up his woman of the night. She’d heard about men like him.

“I should tell you up front,” he confessed, his gaze never wavering from hers. “I’m moving out of state soon and not looking for a relationship.”

She barely suppressed an eye roll. Right. Who did he think he was fooling? She might have only arrived in the Big Apple yesterday, but he was New York born and bred, a city slicker through and through. “Why are you telling me?”

“You know exactly why.” His gaze remained steady, intense, hot. He stared at her with great sincerity and grinned. “I suppose that sounded like a bad pick-up line, but in my case, it’s the truth. I’m relocating to California.” He gestured toward the other side of the bar. “Actually, I was having drinks with a group of coworkers when you caught my eye.”

Olivia glanced in the direction he gestured, but the place was so crowded that she really couldn’t tell which group he referred to.

“I saw you walk in,” he continued with a slight shrug of a broad shoulder. “And I haven’t been able to stop watching you.”

Wondering if he was some kind of psycho stalker, she repositioned on the bar stool.

He gave a low laugh, a self-deprecating grin curving one side of his mouth. “I’m not helping myself out here, am I?”

Not wanting to let her guard down, but unable to stop herself from reacting to his seemingly genuine interest and warmth, her lips twitched. “Not really.”

“Anything I could say or do that would convince you I’m not some thug?”

He didn’t have the appearance of a thug, but then, what was that really? Some media portrayed bouncer type who talked in monosyllables? Hello, she watched the History channel. She knew that in reality some of the most notorious serial killers had been nice-looking charismatic men.

She shook her head. “Not really. Sorry.”

Her Momma would be so proud.

“That’s too bad,” he said, their eyes meeting as they realized he’d repeated her earlier words.

Olivia’s breath caught. There was something about the man, something appealing and mesmerizing. But she didn’t do relationships and she sure didn’t do the things everything about him suggested without one.

“Well, if you change your mind, I’ll be over with my friends. You’re welcome to join us,” he paused, his gaze dropping to her mouth and she’d swear his breath hitched. “I could introduce you, show you off to my pals. I’d be the envy of every man in the building.”

On her best night, she seriously doubted that would be the case, but his words warmed her all the same. Then again, maybe he was drunk. He looked sober, but with the way he was looking at her as if he believed what he’d just said, she wasn’t ruling out that possibility.

“No,” she shook her head, reminding herself that men were a life complication she didn’t need. Not that she’d ever forget. Her frequent phone calls with her mother ensured that. “Thanks for the offer, though.”

He waited as if he couldn’t believe she wasn’t going to stop him from leaving. Perhaps he couldn’t. He gave another shrug and then turned to leave.

Unable to deny her need to squeeze in one last look, she twisted on her bar stool. Despite their brief encounter, she suspected his image would linger in her mind for many years, if not the rest of her life. Meeting him was like a searing of her very being and already she felt a void and wanted to call him back to her. Crazy.

He disappeared into the crowd, joined a boisterous group who were obviously ribbing him. Had he made some bold claim to his friends about picking her up?

Her gaze lingered in his direction. She caught only glimpses of him through the moving crowd, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away.

“He seems like a good fellow.”

Startled, Olivia spun, stared at the bartender who dried a glass with a white cloth.

“You know him?” she asked the weathered man who was sixty if he was a day.

“He’s in here a few times a month. Always with a group. Not much of a drinker, but always tips well. Never seen him chat up a woman before.” The bartender set the glass down behind the counter and leaned toward her as if telling her a secret. “Never thought I’d see him strike out if he did. Makes an old fellow feel he might as well push up daisies if the likes of him strikes out.”

Trying not to show how curious she was about the man burned into her mind, she took a sip of her drink. “You can’t judge a book by the cover.”

The bartender laughed low, as if he knew exactly how Brandon had affected her.

“You can’t judge the contents without cracking the spine, either.” His wise old eyes met hers and twinkled. “Sometimes you just have to read the book and when you get really lucky, it turns out to be a keeper.”


Chapter Two (#u95044958-ebbc-5d24-8e6f-bb44916fa94c)

“Don’t tell me you finally met a woman who caught your interest and she turned you down flat.”

“Fine. I won’t tell you.” Brandon didn’t look directly at his friends, just took a sip of the soda he’d not really planned to return to when he’d gone to the bar to introduce himself to the most alluring woman he’d ever met.

“Wow.” Ryan glanced toward where Olivia sat talking with the bartender and studied her intently. “She really turned you down?”

What was with his pals? It wasn’t as if any of them hadn’t ever struck out. Okay, maybe it had been years, but they were all just as single as he was. Not that he wasn’t happily single. He was. He’d devoted his life to the children’s hospital, not to pursuing women. He hadn’t regretted that devotion. How could he when his own sister had benefited from Angel’s hospitality many years before? Had inspired his becoming a doctor?

“He’s not even denying it,” Ryan accused incredulously. “Ouch. She must really have been less than impressed by our boy.”

“Man, not boy,” Brandon corrected. “Just because you all find me irresistible doesn’t mean everyone does. Unfortunately.” He turned slightly toward the beauty who’d caught his eye with her long black hair, ivory skin, and big green eyes. She still chatted with the bartender, toying with the straw in her drink, and looking way too vulnerable sitting alone at the bar. Everything about her called to him as surely as if he heard the beat of her heart beckoning him to return and dance to her tune.

“Uh-oh. Somebody has it bad,” Ryan teased, slapping Brandon’s shoulder playfully.

Maybe. Definitely, he’d never been instantly taken with a woman before. For that matter, he couldn’t even recall the last time a woman had interested him. He barely dated and when he had, the relationships never lasted more than a few weeks.

“One has to wonder at her sanity for blowing a guy like you off,” Becky mused, shaking her head in wonder.

“Ha, if you heard his lame pick-up lines, you’d have blown him off, too,” Ryan assured, taking a swig of his longneck then glancing toward the bar. “I should go introduce her to a real man.”

“There’s a real man here? Besides me?” Brandon made a pretense of glancing around the table.

“Where?” he teased, although the thought of some other man catching Olivia’s eye, possibly getting that invitation to share a drink and dinner with her, made him want to spit nails rather than joke around. “Oh! You meant you.”

Everyone at the table burst into laughter, ribbing Ryan, who perhaps hadn’t ever struck out with a woman. Never that Brandon knew of, but Ryan didn’t discuss his life outside the hospital.

“A real man, eh? Who was it who had his manhood shot down? Not me,” Ryan reminded, not looking in the slightest concerned by the teasing.

Brandon took another sip of his drink and shrugged as if the rejection had been no big deal.

“Just as well since I’ll be in sunny California a month from now working on my tan while you pull out your winter coats.” A couple of groans went around the table. “Would hate to leave a pretty little thing behind with a broken heart.”

“You guys are awful,” another of the neurology department nurses teased. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were all womanizers.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m leaving before you figure out the truth,” Brandon countered, leaning back in his seat, thinking how much he was going to miss his colleagues. They were so much more than mere coworkers. They were his friends. His family.

His only family.

No, he wouldn’t think about Bev, how he’d been responsible for ruining her life and would spend the rest of his making up for that wrong. Just as well for Olivia that she had given him the boot. Smart woman.

Becky’s lips pouted. “You could always change your mind about leaving. Angel’s needs you.”

From having been a family member of a patient who had received loving care at New York’s first and finest free children’s hospital to dedicating his own life to serve other children there, the Angel Mendez Children’s hospital’s was the best thing that had happened to Brandon. Ever.

But he wanted to do more to help his patients. Lots more. His decision to research new treatment modalities for brain injury had been the right one.

His gaze went back to the bar and collided with brilliant green. Long black lashes swept down and pink tinged Olivia’s high cheeks, as if she was embarrassed at having been caught watching him. Then, through the throng of people moving between them, he watched as her gaze lifted to his.

In that instant, everything in the loud, crowded room peeled back to where it was just the two of them.

No words were mouthed.

No words were needed.

Their eyes conveyed everything.

She felt everything he did. She wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her. He knew she did. Feeling the tightening in his gut, the way his breath failed to fully oxygenate his lungs, he amended to almost as much as he wanted her.

As if she truly could read his thoughts, she nodded. No smile, no come-hither look, no crook of her finger. Just a nod.

That was all it took to set him into action.

“Excuse me, guys. You’ll understand if a better offer has come up.”

“A better offer?”

All his friends turned toward the bar, saw Olivia looking their way. She didn’t attempt to hide her interest in him, just sat there, proudly waiting for the storm brewing between them to engulf them both.

Lead him to the wind and rain. He was ready to be blown away by the gale of a lifetime.

“Well, I’ll be. Guess our boy didn’t strike out after all,” Ryan mused, scratching his head and pretending to be perplexed at how that could have happened.

“Man, not boy,” Brandon called over his shoulder, wondering at how his heart pounded against his rib cage, at how his blood rushed through his veins, at how excitement electrified every cell in his body.

He had never picked up a woman in a bar before. Not even during college. He hadn’t lived the life of a saint by any means, but his sexual experiences had been with women he’d known and respected, women that he’d had a mutual understanding with that he had other life obligations and wasn’t interested in a relationship, just fulfilling physical need from time to time. Was that what this was? Fulfilling physical need?

It was the most this could be because he’d signed a contract to go to California. He’d handed in his resignation, was leaving New York and starting over where the sun shined all year long.

Only, at the moment, he couldn’t imagine anything brighter, hotter, than the woman staring right into his soul.

***

What was she doing? Olivia asked herself for the hundredth, maybe thousandth time, since she’d met Brandon’s gaze and nodded.

She didn’t do this. She just didn’t.

Yet here she was unlocking the door to her just-moved-into apartment, a gorgeous stranger at her side.

She wasn’t so foolish as to think inviting a man she’d just met into her apartment was a wise move. Yet, she wasn’t afraid.

Perhaps it was because of what the bartender had said.

Perhaps it was because of the easy camaraderie he’d shared with his friends.

Perhaps it was the easy conversation that had flowed between the two of them while she ate her dinner and shared her sweet potato fries with him in what had been both fun and a seduction all its own.

Perhaps it was something instinctive that said he was trustworthy. He was someone she should crack open the spine to, so to speak, and study the contents within because discovering his story would change her own story forever.

Perhaps it was the crazy chemistry that had fallen over her the moment she’d glanced up into his handsome face.

His smiling handsome face.

Maybe she should think twice about bringing him into her apartment because no man could be as handsome as he without having made some pact with the devil, right? Maybe she should warn him that she wouldn’t be available for virginal sacrifice as she’d gone down that bumpy road back in high school and had the emotional scars to prove it.

The thought of Clay, the only man she’d ever let close, gave her pause.

“Let Clay be a lesson to you, Olivia. Don’t trust any man. Not ever.”

Her mother’s words of advice reverberated inside her head, and, hands shaking, she repeatedly failed to get the key into the deadbolt.

“Here, let me,” Brandon offered, his hand moving low on her back and the other reaching for the key. “I’m making you nervous, aren’t I?”

“A little,” she answered, handing him her key and stepping back to where they weren’t touching. Touching Brandon did funny things to her. Like send pleasurable shivers down her spine and drown out her mother’s voice.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Olivia. Surely, you know that.” He pushed the door open, stared into her eyes. He traced his finger along her cheek, leaving a tingly path that stole her breath and left her longing for more touches, more tingly paths that led to internal havoc and mindless pleasure.

“Nor will I do anything that you don’t want me to do.”

That might not limit his options as she had a long list of things she wanted him to do to her. A very long list that was growing by the second.

He brushed her hair away from her face, tucked the long wayward strands behind her ear. “If you don’t feel comfortable with me coming inside, I’ll kiss you goodnight and leave.”

Was that what she wanted?

The kiss definitely. His leaving?

She didn’t want him to go, but her mother’s voice had echoed through her mind and wouldn’t be quiet.

“Men will steal the best years of your life and leave you with nothing more than broken dreams and a lot of if-onlys.”

If she sent him away, she’d be filled with if-onlys.

If only she were brave enough to take what she wanted, even for just a single night.

If only she were the kind of woman who could bask in the way Brandon made her feel.

Beautiful. Sexy. Smart. Witty. Desirable. Wanted.

She sucked in a lungful of air, met his gaze. “What do you want from me?”

He gave a low laugh. “You really have to ask?”

She didn’t, but she needed to hear him say the words, to have his voice, his words echoing through her mind rather than her mother’s.

“I want you, Olivia.” His desire-filled gaze conveyed that truth even more clearly than his words and the way his hand caressed her lower back. “I want to kiss your lips, your face, your throat. I want to thread my fingers into your amazing hair and breathe in everything about you.”

As if he could resist no longer, he twined a long strand around his finger. They stared at the contrast between her black hair and his smooth skin.

“I want to make love to you all night, Olivia.” His voice came out a hoarse whisper and his mouth lowered to hers. A soft caress of his lips against hers. Gentle, barely touching, testing, tasting, lingering as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to separate his mouth from hers. “Over and over and over until we both collapse into exhaustion.” His eyes dark and full of desire, his gaze met hers. “Then I want to do it all over again.”

Goodbye, Momma. Hello, Hormones.

Head spinning with giddy dizziness, Olivia took his hand and laced it with hers. His palm was warm, smooth, steady against hers and all she could think was how much this beautiful man made every cell in her body jump to life.

She pulled him into her apartment, closed the door, and latched the deadbolt. Leaning back against her door, she met his gaze and told him the truth. “I want you to do exactly what you just said. All of it. Now. Please.”

***

“What are you so chipper about? Good night?”

Pouring a cup of coffee in the neurology department’s small break room, Brandon glanced at Ryan, then kept right on whistling an upbeat tune.

Great night. Phenomenal.

Although his friends may have seen him leave the bar with Olivia, what had happened afterward was no one but his and Olivia’s business. So, he just said, “Every night of life is a good night.”

“A diplomatic answer if I ever heard one.” Ryan laughed and dumped a packet of cream into his coffee. “You going to see her again?”

Now there was the kicker. Mostly because he’d like to see Olivia again, but they’d agreed on just the one night. They’d said goodbye just before dawn when he’d reluctantly crawled out of her bed and walked the two blocks to his apartment.

With more than a little regret, but knowing ending things as they had was what was best for Olivia in the long run, Brandon shook his head.

“A pity,” Ryan mused, taking a cautious sip of the steaming liquid. “You two seemed to really hit it off.”

Oh, they’d hit it off all right. Right into orbit, time and again. Never in his life had he connected with a woman the way he had the night before. Not physically or mentally or on any level.

“You were watching us?”

“Everyone was watching you. You might have noticed except you two couldn’t take your eyes, or hands, off each other. None of us have ever seen you so entranced by a woman.” Ryan grinned, then added, “Or seen you fed by a woman.”




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