Jay is still lying on the table, the tape askew and wet over his mouth, watching me with dark, satisfied eyes.He reaches up and peels the tape off slowly, wincing slightly as the adhesive releases.
“Ally—”
“Don't.”I hold up a hand, yanking my skirt down with the other.“Don't say anything.”
“But—”
“This was a mistake.”My voice is shaking.Everything is shaking.“This was—I shouldn't have—we can't—” I'm grabbing my things now, shoving supplies into my bag with trembling hands.
He sits up, and I take a step back, not wanting to be anywhere near him right now.Who knows what stupid thing I'll do next.
“It wasn't a mistake,” he says quietly.
“Yes, it was.”I spin to face him, my eyes burning with tears I refuse to let fall.“I just—on your face—in the training room—”
“Yeah.”His mouth curves.“It was fucking incredible.”
“It was unprofessional!”I take a deep breath before calmly saying, “We're going to pretend this never happened, and you're going to find another therapist, and—”
“I'm not finding another therapist.”
“You have to.”
“No.”He slides off the table, his mouth red raw from the tape, or my pussy.I don't know which.“I don't want another therapist.I want you.Frankly, I've wanted you for three years,” he says softly.“And you just came on my face while I couldn't even use my mouth properly.Imagine what I could do without the tape.”
The confession stops me cold.
He takes a step closer, and I don't move away.Can't move away.My legs have apparently forgotten how to function.
Oh God.
Oh God.
This is not good at all.
“I have to go.”I grab my bag and practically sprint for the door.“Your tape—the actual tape—is fine.Don't remove it until your next session.”
“Ally—”
“Same time Thursday.”I fumble with the door handle, my hands shaking too badly to cooperate.“And we're never speaking of this again.”
I finally get the door open and flee into the hallway, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
Behind me, I hear his voice, low and amused and way too confident:
“Whatever you say, Hart.”
I don't look back.
I can't.
Because if I do, I might turn around.Might walk back into that room and let him do everything he was just talking about.Might throw away my entire future for a guy with blue eyes and a smart mouth and hands that know exactly where to touch me.
I'm sitting on the treatment table in my boxers, watching my legs swing as I wait for Ally to walk through the door.I got here fifteen minutes early to make sure I didn't miss her, but she's late.I check the clock hanging over the door.Five minutes late so far.
It's not a problem, except Ally Hart is never late.The woman showed up early and had a full-blown conversation with Dash and Cade the first time she worked on me.
Now, it's radio silence.
