Page 5 of Royal Pain

“Yes, sir,” Jeff told him with ease of respect.

Who was this guy?

On top of the heroic moment, he’d also flown into action fully clothed.

While I raced up the close stairs, he hoisted his massive body up to the edge, taking two seconds tops to jump back onto the pool deck. At least I was still in a good reactionary mode, pushing my friends aside so I could try to help.

“What can I do?” I asked nervously.

Whoever he was didn’t bother looking at me, instead checking Heidi’s pulse.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I hope to hell you know how to give a decent mouth to mouth while I do chest compressions.”

His voice was deep, rough.

And full of anger.

Not that I blamed him.

When he lifted his head, I was almost driven into utter shock by his good looks. Thick, wavy hair that every woman would want to run their fingers through. Shimmering eyes the color of whiskey or hot buttered rum. A sharply chiseled jaw that could easily cut glass.

And the kind of killer body that would stop both women and men in the street.

“Yeah, of course.” It was one of those courses my father had insisted I take, and my limited medical knowledge had come into play more than once.

“My God. I can’t believe you jumped in and saved her,” Kristen said, back to hovering over us.

“He’s a spectacular male specimen,” Ashley cooed and both Mr. Hottie and I gave her a nasty look.

I believe I was mumbling under my breath as I lifted her head.

Meanwhile, Hotness had already placed his hands on her chest, prepared to do chest compressions. Over the course of the next couple of seconds, he instructed me how we should work together. It seemed like in no time Heidi was coughing up water and starting to flail.

“Keep her head tilted to the side,” he instructed.

Which I did.

I wasn’t entirely certain I liked his bossy attitude, but I reminded myself he was just nervous, which all of us should feel.

After a full minute, he pulled back, wiping water from his face. Another man’s appearance drew my attention and Mystery Hottie’s immediately as well.

“Doctor. She went into slight cardiac arrest for a few seconds.”

“You reacted quickly, both of you, and her life will be forever changed because of it. I’ve got it from here.”

The older man was dressed just as sophisticatedly, his attire a bit more formal. Both Mr. Hottie and I got to our feet, pulling away from the scene as the crowd started applauding, issuing supportive words.

“Way to go!”

“Both heroes.”

I was dripping wet; the sundress I’d selected for the beautiful evening was soaked, maybe ruined given the material. I couldn’t even think about that. At this point, I was far too mesmerized by the man’s stunning good looks. He was also taller than me by what seemed like two solid feet. An exaggeration but still,the dude was six and a half feet tall or something, his shoulders broader than most doorways.

“Can someone get the man a towel?” I barked. That amused him.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like me wet?”

His question was both on the rhetorical side as well as being overtly sexual.