THE HOT HENRY EFFECT BY LUCY CHALICE EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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The ridiculous swooning had started almost the instant he set foot in our
laboratory. A wave of fluttering eyelashes, a gust of breathy sighs. Astute,
intelligent scientists reduced to simpering wrecks. I felt like an extra in the
screen adaptation of Pride and Prejudice rather than a doctoral student at
one of the most acclaimed academic institutions in the world.
And it irritated me to the core.
“Bloody hell, Henry, stop touching the tip of the pipette to the top of the
bottle, or you’ll get all the cultures infected,” I complained, slightly more
acerbically than I had intended.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, head bent against the glass partition. A faint blush
coloured his cheeks and even though he didn’t look in my direction, I could
see from his perfectly formed profile that he seemed a bit wounded.
Damn it. Must. Be. More. Tolerant.
Tongue poking out in concentration, he tried again. His hand flailing the
Gilson pipette wildly around the cell culture hood like he was conducting
some kind of scientific semaphore, attempting to locate a fresh new tip from
the sterilised box in the corner and suck up the required amount of bright
pink growth media.
I couldn’t help the impatient little huff that escaped from my lips, and
he glanced over distractedly, splattering the once pristine stainless steel base
of the cabinet, and completely missing the wells of the ninety six-well plate
he was aiming for. I really tried to stop the eye roll, but my eyeballs seemed
to be rotating reflexively these days.
“Just try again, with less exaggerated arm movements and you’ll be
fine,” I said in a falsely bright and positive voice that was not well received,
judging by the creased brow and slightly pouty look behind the goggles. I
wondered if this was his version of Zoolander’s “Blue Steel” and had to
suppress a snigger from escaping.
It was easy to see why our research group had suddenly become a hive
of female activity. I wasn’t totally oblivious. Even Prof. Hart from
genomics (who was fifty-seven years old and happily married to the dean of
the medical school) would waft about in Henry’s presence, clutching her
pearls and sighing theatrically.
In the last month, oestrogen levels had
become worryingly high, and we had had an influx of undergrad and
postgrad applications to work in our group, ninety-nine per cent of which
were female. And, while I was all for encouraging women into STEM
research, transferring laboratories or selecting a career just to stare at some
guy’s pretty face did not seem to be an appropriate or sustainable
motivation.
In his defence, Henry Fraser did look like a cover model for GQ
magazine; blue-grey eyes, impressively symmetrical bone structure, wavy
chocolate brown hair, and at well over six feet tall he cut an impressive
figure. Also, amazingly, he seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he had
on anyone female. Or male actually; the dead faint that Ben, my undergrad
research student, had performed when I introduced them would have made
a Regency debutante’s mother proud.
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