God, I despised him at that moment. He must’ve known what I was thinking in my head because a chuckle rumbled through him. “Fine,” I gritted out.
“Khoroshaya devushka,” he murmured.
He called me his “good girl” last night. When I thought about our time together, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you still wearing the mask?”
“It’s best you know as little as possible about me and my client.”
“How can you possibly expect me to treat him without knowing his identity?”
“Obviously you will conduct the therapy sessions over a live feed. While you might hear him, you won’t see his face.”
“Remind me what type of disfluency he has.”
“Repetitions.”
Frowning, I massaged my temples. “There’s no way I can possibly treat repeat stuttering without having access to the patient.”
“Why not?” the Beast questioned suspiciously.
“Because I would need to see his mouth and tongue to ensure they were doing the fluency activities correctly.”
“But you could just listen to see how he was doing,” he challenged.
My anger at his discrediting my approach overtook my fear of him and the current situation. Jabbing my finger, I said, “Look, I don’t tell you how to do your job as an evil henchman, so don’t you dare tell me how to do my job. Especially when you don’t know shit about speech pathology!”
To my surprise, laughter burst from the Beast’s automator. “Where was that delicious fire last night?”
Heat tinged my cheeks at his reference to the hunt. “You know as well as I do that fire has no place in a submissive during a scene.”
“It does if she wants to be punished, which can be very pleasurable.”
“Stop talking about that!”
“Why?”
“Because the scene is obviously over. It hasnothingto do with what this is currently about.”
“You’re right. I should not be getting hard on the job.”
Although I shouldn’t have, my gaze dropped to his crotch, and the half mast erection beneath his zipper. I hated myself for the flicker of triumph I got at knowing he desired me. If I got out of this situation alive, I would be booking an appointment with my therapist as soon as possible.
“Keeping this professional, I’d once again remind you that I cannot adequately treat your client if I cannot work one on one with him.”
I seemed to have thrown a serious wrench into his and his client’s plan because he remained silent and unmoving for a while. Finally, he said, “I’ll have to speak with him on how he would like to proceed.”
At my relieved breath that I might be released, he shook his head. “Don’t get your hopes up,Milaya.”
“What did you call me?”
“Sweetheart.”
“Don’t.”
“Would you prefer I called youKhoroshaya devushkalike last night?”
Hearing that word and the thoughts of calling a good girl sent images from last night flickering through my brain, causing meto gasp, which caused a chuckle to rumble through the Beast’s broad chest.
“I told you I don’t want to talk about the hunt!”
