“You find this amusing Miss…”
Her eyes met his and she leaned over the table, planting both hands firmly in place. “Laurens. And yeah, I do.”
The blonde rapped her knuckles on her friend’s arm. “Dakota!”
Dakota…snazzy, a landmark more than a name…a beautiful woman full of life. Yeah, the name suited her.
“Maybe we should move to another room.” The blonde was in a much more agreeable state than Miss Laurens.
“I’m guessing there are more women out there here to listen to me than professionals here to listen to the good doctor.”
Walt envisioned the women standing in line, knew without a doubt Dakota was right.
In any other situation, Walt would have simply smiled and left the room, but something about Dakota Laurens sparked something inside him and made him want to get under her skin. Something made him want her to stop laughing and to take notice of him.
Robert turned away from them when the phone in his hand buzzed and he talked in hushed tones.
“You’re part of the romance convention?” Walt asked, already knowing she was.
Dakota removed a stack of papers from her bag and tapped the edges together to align them. “You say romance convention as if it’s a disease, Dr. Eddy is it?”
“Walt. And I didn’t know they had conventions based on bodice-ripping novels.”
The blonde’s agreeable grin slid and Dakota blew out a sigh. Her lips kept her snarky grin, but Walt knew his words dug deep. His own mother wore that look whenever his father said something just to piss Mom off.
“What are you presenting today, Dr. Eddy?” Dakota stood tall, her shoulders back with a chin out in defiance.
“I’m sharing the art of improvising medical tools and equipment when all you have is dental floss and a toothpick. What about you?”
Her eyes would be classified as brown, but damn they looked nearly black when she was ticked. And although Walt didn’t know her well, he knew enough to know she didn’t look happy. In a second, those eyes took on a softer shade, almost liquid chocolate mixed with honey. A wicked smile tilted one side of her lips.
Walt had to remind himself not to lick his own in response.
“The art of crafting a gratifying sexual love scene.”
Walt did lick his lips…blinked twice, and drew his brows
together. “Excuse me?” He pulled on his collar, knew the room wasn’t warm.
Dakota leaned a hip against the table that separated them and leaned in just enough for him to see the depth of her cleavage.
“I write bodice rippers as you so eloquently labeled them, Dr. Eddy. Safe to say there are a couple of satisfying ripping of bodices in them…don’t you think?”