Giovanni opened his eyes slowly. As near as he could tell, he hurt everywhere. A very bright light hurt his eyes. He winced and closed the lids tightly. He was a bit chilly, the room almost too cool. He wiggled his toes and then his feet. They moved freely. Too freely. His handmade leather boots didn't seem to be on his feet. In fact, as he moved his hips and flexed his shoulders, none of his clothing seemed to be on him. Well, that explained the lack of comfort. To confirm his guess, he peered through his eyelids. He was indeed naked, lying on a table, barely covered by a white sheet. He put his hand to his face. No, that wasn't covered. They didn't think he was dead. Good, that could have been difficult to explain.
Tentatively he opened his eyes and sat up. Slowly. He was dizzy and held on tightly to the too small table. His lower legs and feet hung off the end, his hands hung down almost to the floor. Looking around him, he could tell he was in a medical office. A jar of strange and dangerous looking implements, the ultra clean look, and the stinging smell of antiseptic confirmed his guess. He must have taken a tumble off the cycle.
Gingerly he rose to his feet and balanced until he could stand again. The sheet fell off him and landed in a pool of white at his feet. He was reaching down for it, at an infinitesimal pace, when the door opened. Turning too quickly, he lurched forward off balance and had to reach out and grab onto something to keep himself from pitching over.
His hands latched onto something warm and soft. As he opened his eyes again, his right hand was clutching the right arm of a woman wearing a white lab coat. His left was holding onto a very nice breast. What better way to wake up could there be? Giovanni smiled.
The woman moved his hands to a nearby chair top and stepped back.
"You'd best sit down before you fall over. I'm Doctor Abigail Fitzgerald. How are you feeling? Any pain anywhere?"
"Yes," he moved his hand to touch his heart. "I have a pain here."
"Do you have a heart condition?" She looked concerned and pulled a stethoscope from her coat pocket.
"Not before I met you. Now I fear I have lost my heart, Bella mia, and my head, to your beauty. I can only be cured by a sweet kiss from those lips that I hunger for."
The woman's hazel eyes looked at him evenly. Giovanni smiled again. She was exactly the right height, the top of her head reached to his nose. He wouldn't have to stoop over to kiss her. His fingers itched to pull out the pins, which held her auburn hair in a tight bun. She wore no makeup, but her soft creamy skin didn't need any. Those long dark lashes lay against high cheeks. His eyes roamed over her full, voluptuous figure. Giovanni favored women with a little padding on them. Warm, soft, and with smoothly pliable skin. She was perfectly suited for him. His smile grew wider.
"Right." She wrote something on a paper on the clipboard she held. "No complaints. I examined you and can't find any injuries that need immediate care. Everything seems to be in working order."
"It is." The tone in Giovanni's voice caused her to look sharply at him. He was staring down at his rising manhood. "It seems to be in fine working order. Do you think we should perhaps-test the equipment to make sure?" He walked towards her as she backed away. She backed right into the wall and he moved his arm to rest against the wall behind her, trapping her. She looked up, blinked at him, and ducked under his arm to move away.
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There are some people you just don't mess with--the IRS, the Mafia, and the little fat boy--Cupid, the god of Love. Giovanni laughed once too often at the chubby cherub, and now Cupid has him in the sights of his golden bow and arrows of love. Just waiting for that right moment to nail the world's second greatest Incubus. Now Giovanni finds himself sidelined in a small town, trying to romance Dr. Abigail Fitzhugh, the town vet, unable to believe she's turning him down. In fact, she won't give him the time of day, or night.
