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The Doctor in the Executive Suite
Abby Green
The Soldier in Room 286—Abby Green
In this fabulous novella by Mills & Boon Modern® author Abby Green, the gorgeous but brooding Salim Segal promises to give Natalja Jordan a night to remember at The Chatsfield Hotel, London! Read on for this USA TODAY bestselling author’s wonderful story.…
Step behind the hotel room doors of The Chatsfield, London…
Salim Segal has turned his back on his legionnaire soldier life and made a new one for himself as an international actor. He’s seen much in his life, but nothing that captures him like the beauty of Natalja Jordan. Now he has one night at The Chatsfield to convince her that, despite the pains of the past, they might just have a future worth fighting for.
‘I thought you must be one of the models when I first saw you.’
Natalja Jordan rolled her eyes inwardly at the shameless flattery and surmised that perhaps the hulking great camera around her neck hadn’t been as much of a giveaway as she might have expected.
She knew she wasn’t completely unattractive with her slimly curvaceous figure and long dark blonde hair, which was currently scraped up into a high bun for practicality. But she came nowhere near the gazelle-like golden goddess who was her model for the day and who was blithely stripping down to skimpy underwear to change behind a clothes rail on the other side of the room.
A fact that Mr Matthias Cavello, manager of the exclusive Chatsfield hotel, seemed to have just picked up on, his dark eyes bugging out on stalks now.
Dryly Nat remarked, ‘Thanks for the vote of confidence but as I’m only five foot six I hardly qualify for the modeling world.’
The manager dragged his gaze away from the gorgeous Russian model and blinked at Nat. She could have laughed and curbed a wry smile. She’d witnessed the effect supermodels had on poor hapless men for at least three years now and it never failed to amuse her.
Mr Cavello, an attractive Italian, cleared his throat. ‘Like I said, if there’s anything you need at all, we’ll look after you. It’s an honour to have F magazine shooting here at the hotel.’
Nat smiled but there was something about him that she didn’t quite trust. An element of pseudo politeness that made her uneasy. To her relief he seemed to take the hint and left, but not before his dark eyes devoured the model who was now being zipped into a haute couture creation.
They’d already done some shots and this was the first of many changes. Knowing that hair and make-up would be touching up Lenka’s look for a few minutes, Nat took advantage and slipped outside through the open french doors of the huge hotel ballroom to suck in a deep breath of fresh London spring air.
The view over the surrounding gardens was spectacular, the low rumble of traffic muted in this rare quiet city space. This was Nat’s favourite time of the year to be in London, when everything was blooming. Fresh. Starting over.
Just as she had herself in the past few years. She sighed and leant against the stone balustrade on the grand terrace. It was during peaceful civilised moments like this that the past rushed back to meet her, reminding her forcibly of the chaos and destruction she’d left behind. She could almost taste the thrill of adrenalin and danger on her tongue now, tart and strong. Just how her father must have felt. The thought made a familiar ache of grief form in her chest. Yet she knew she didn’t miss that danger and chaos.
She was slightly shocked by how close the past felt to her when she was a million miles away from it, and when she was fifteen years on from the death of her father, and her mother. An uncharacteristic sense of vulnerability washed over her and for the first time she felt a keen sense of loneliness.
She thought of the mesmerised, almost dazed look in the manager’s eyes just now when he’d stared at the model. Nat couldn’t remember the last time a man had looked at her like that, if ever. She almost couldn’t remember the last time a man had transported her with his touch, his mouth.
When he had, it had been a fellow photographer, amidst the tumult of a war-zone when life and death hung in the balance every second. It had heightened the love-making but Nat knew now that under normal circumstances her last lover would have left little or no impression at all. She could hardly recall his face.
Irritated to be thinking like this, she made a disgusted sound and turned to go back into the ballroom when her gaze snagged on a lone figure at
