Ugh, he was ruining the mood already. I sighed in disappointment. Well, here we go. The whole “you can trust me, I’m not like everyone else” spiel that made my eyes roll in the back of my head.
Doctor Orson observed my reaction and then leaned back in his chair with a frown. My eyes detoured over the details of his suit. It looked expensive—pants, shirt, and vest that hugged him in all the perfect places to allow my eyes to understandexactlywhat was underneath.
Maybe he wasn't like everyone else.
For a heavy moment, he stared right back at me, his eyes digging in like meat hooks to tender ham. My face began to heat,goddamnit. He smirked.Fuck. He totally could see my painfully apparent blush.
Suddenly Doctor Orson leaned forward, plucking one of his business cards from his desk to write something on the back.
He slid it across the table towards me and I saw a phone number.
“That’s my personal cell phone. You can call me outside of therapy.” I plucked it up and eyed his looping calligraphy. He had the opposite of serial killer handwriting, whatever that was.
“I don’t liketalking,” I said pointedly. AKA fuck your therapy. He smirked and dimples blossomed on his face again. Shit. Fuck. God, he could see me blushingagain. I tried to will the heat away from my face but it only grew hotter.
“If you don’t like talking, text me. I’ll always respond.”
I stared at his face, dumbfounded. I felt like laughing. I actually had to suck my lips into my mouth to stop myself. He was trying to make besties with me. This was not going to go smoothly for him.
“Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re here,” he said, his voice smooth and warm.
His eyes were purple. That’s why I felt hypnotized. That’s why I opened my mouth and giggled my way through explaining kidnapping and attempted homicide while sliding his card into my pocket.
“It wasn’t a real kidnapping,” I explained. Doctor Orson smiled and nodded. I stared at his hands. He’d rolled up his sleeves while I had been talking. He had very nice forearms. Doctor Orson managed to hit the perfect combination of refinement and masculine power that made me feel like I was vibrating in my chair. Where had he come from? Were all the men there like this?
“But you didmakethis boy from school go with you on this little joy ride?”
“He was into it,” I responded automatically.
“Didn’t he beg you to let him go?” Doctor Orson asked. I rolled my eyes.
“Eventually. And I did let him go when he asked.”Actually he overpowered me and got away.“The sobbing was just him being dramatic.”Because I’d tried to kill him.“Plus, he was all for it when he got into the car because… “ I trailed off, unsure if I should talk about that here… with him.
“All for what?” Doctor Orson asked smoothly, the corners of his mouth twitching like he was holding back a smile.
“Well…” I nibbled on my bottom lip.
“Did you two have sex?” He asked in entertainment.
“That was the idea,” I whispered back. God, when have I ever been shy? I was intimidated by this man for some reason. He was making me feel every bit like the patient I was.
“When did things go bad then?” Doctor Orson was giving me all his attention and I was giving him all of mine right back. I felt like I could tell him everything. Might as well, really. It all already came out in court. But before I could admit anything, he answered for me.
“You tried to slit his throat, didn't you?” He'd read the court case then. I swallowed thickly then nodded. I didn't even manage a nick either. All this trouble for not even a scratch. That's what I got for trying to overpower someone twice my size.
“Bree, this next part is important.”
“What next part?” I asked in confusion. He stared me down and I started to feel nervous. My eyes darted to the door.
“Did you want to drink his blood?” My eyes widened in shock and I recoiled away, my face flaming.
“You're sick,” I hissed, my voice shaky. How the fuck did he knowthat? Here came the straightjacket. Where were all my plans of being a bitch? I should definitely get back to that.
“It’s okay, Bree. I like your honesty.Especiallyabout this.”
“Okay,” I said tentatively, not trusting him. He was acting abnormally calm though. I licked my lips and put my hands back on the desk between us. If he could be calm, I could be calm… maybe.
“Have you ever drunk someone else's blood?”
