“No,” she shouted. “Iwon’tallow you to touch me again only for you to walk away like I’m nothing. I deserve better than that.”
She was right. Fiona did deserve better. Better than him. Better than a man who couldn’t even tell you how many women he’d slept with over the years. She deserveda man who didn’t have blood staining his hands. Fiona deserved a lot of things, and he wasn’t any of them.
Fiona took his silence as acceptance and ran upstairs. He heard a door close, then bounce back open. That was something else he needed to fix before Ortiz came home, since he had been the one to break it in the first place.
Vincethought about going upstairs to change but wanted to give Fiona some space. He would make breakfast and then change. Coffee and food would go a long way in helping him get through the day.
Chapter 15
Fiona was nervous as she was led into Dr. Grace’s office. She had never spoken to a therapist before anddidn’tknow what to expect. There was a long couch and two chairs. As with anydoctor’s office,the walls were covered in certificates and several bookshelves, which were filled with old-looking books. Fiona took in her surroundings, not knowing where to go. Did she sit in the chair or lie down on the couch? From the movies she’d seen,that’swhat people did, but it seemed silly to her, having a conversation with someone while lying down.
“Hello, Fiona,” a woman said behind her.
Fiona turned around and gaped at the woman who appeared to be around her age, wearing a black suit with a burgundy undershirt. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, making her look severe like a principal, with glasses perched on the end of her nose. “Hello.”
“I’m Dr. Grace.” She smiled warmly and held her hand out.
Fiona took it. She noted the woman had a strong handshake.
“Please, have a seat,” Dr. Grace said, walking around her to take a seat in one of the chairs.
“Do I need to lie down?”
“Do you want to?” Dr. Grace cocked her head, studying her.
Fiona fisted her hands at her hips. “Is this how today is going to go? You answer my questions with a question.”
“Does it help?”
Fiona narrowed her eyes before Dr. Grace cracked a smile. “I’m just teasing. Sit wherever you would like.”
“Anywhere? So I can sit on the window sill?” Shedidn’tknow why she asked, but she was in a snarky mood. She blamed Vincent for that. That man gave her so many mixed signals, she was getting dizzy. He warned her away from him but kept trying to kiss her every time they were within a foot of each other. Shecouldn’tsay she was much better. Something had to change. The sexual tension was at an all-time high and shedidn’tknow how long she could keep resisting him. Especially when he waltzed around the house shirtless. Was he trying to kill her? The man was sexy as hell, take his shirt out of the equation and she was lucky she had enough brain power to remember to breathe.
This morning had been torture, training with him as their bodies kept brushing up against each other. It had been enough to send her poor libido into overdrive. She’d had to take care of herself before she could come back down to breakfast; otherwise, she might combust.
Not that it helped. After knowing the feel ofVincent’shands and mouth on her body, everything else paled in comparison. Now he had ruined masturbating for her.
“Fiona,” Dr. Grace called her.
“Huh?” She blinked, forgetting where she was.
“Where did you go?” Dr. Grace smiled knowingly.
“Nowhere.” Fiona sat in the chair across from her. “So, how do we start this thing?”
Dr. Grace ignored her question. “Are you thinking about the man in the waiting room by chance?”
“There’s nothing to discuss about him. I’m here to talk about my time in the Congo.” Fiona looked away, knowing her face would give her away. She had a terrible poker face. Her family said they could always tell when she was lying.
“Very well. What do you want to tell me about your time?”
“Nothing,” she said honestly. “Idon’tthink I need a shrink.”
Dr. Grace winced atshrinkbutdidn’tcomment. “What do you think you need?”
“Time.” She shrugged. Hoped.
“Are you having nightmares?”
