“Doc’s on his way.” Aleksi now stands in the doorway. He holds out a bottle of water to Neo. “Here.”
“Thanks. Have him come up as soon as he arrives,” Neo says without taking his eyes off my face. He twists the cap off the water bottle and hands it to me. “Drink this.”
“I don’t need a doctor. I just overate. I really am fine,” I tell him.
“It will make me feel better if the doctor confirms that I didn’t give you food poisoning,” he says.
“I just want to go home. I have to work. I need to reorder my bank cards. I need to get a new ID,” I ramble off the long list of things I still have to do.
“I got your purse back,” Neo says.
“What? How?” My brows draw down in confusion.
“Some friends went looking around and found it in an alley near where you were mugged,” he tells me. “It’s downstairs.”
“I don’t even know what to say…”
“Then don’t say anything. Come on. Stand up.” Neo holds out a hand, waiting for me to take it.
After I let him pull me up, he opens the drawer next to us and takes out a new toothbrush and some toothpaste. He squirts a small amount onto the brush and then runs the tap. “Open,” he says.
“You’re not brushing my teeth for me!”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s weird.” I take the brush from his hand.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Neo says, watching as I brush my teeth.
Once I’ve finished, he takes my hand and leads me out of the bedroom, right into the one next door. His bedroom.
“Sit down,” he says, pointing to the bed.
Without thinking, I do what I’m told, because that’s what I’ve been programmed to do.
Neo walks into what I’m assuming is his closet, and then he comes out with a new sweatshirt. “Stand up,” he says, and again I silently comply. “Lift.”
I raise my arms above my head as he tugs the sweatshirt over my body. Neo steps back after he discards the fabric onto the floor.
“Fuck me,” he hisses.
Chapter Eleven
She’s fucking naked, completely bare in front of me. My cock goes rock hard the second my eyes land on her body. Fuck me, this woman was made for fucking. Her breasts, perky and full, have my hands itching to cup them. My mouthwaters at the thought of sucking on one of those plump nipples. Fuck.
Why didn’t she tell me she had nothing on under that sweatshirt?
When my eyes reach hers, I don’t see her. I see a shell of a woman. Clearing my throat, I pick up the new sweatshirt and pull it over her head, covering a body I very much would prefer to keep naked.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“For what?” Caitlyn asks.
“I didn’t know you had nothing on under that. I wouldn’t have…” I shake my head. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” I tell her.
“Do what?”
“Dissociate.” That’s exactly what she did. She took herself someplace else and left a vacant body behind. “I don’t ever want to see you like that again.”
