Page 4 of Her Wicked Plan

Really, Leo? You have a hot redhead swaying her hips against your dick, and you’re thinking about the club's air issues?

My focus returns to the music and the petite woman grinding against me. It’s been a while since I’ve been with a woman. After the college party phase, I stayed extremely focused on my career and didn’t have the time to consider dating, let alone a hookup.

No matter how often Myles begged me to go out with him, I’d come up with a lame excuse, but now... I regret hiding in my shell all this time.

Now that I will be essentially locked up in that asylum, when will I get to dance with a woman like this again? When will I ever be able to meet a woman at the bar and fuck her?

Groaning at the realization, my hands meet the woman's hips. My fingers press into her too-tight pink dress, causing her head to rest on my shoulder.

From this angle, I watch a slow, sensual smile curl on her lips at me, giving in. She lifts her arm, cupping the back of my neck to pull me closer. Tilting her head up, we search each other’s eyes until our unspoken words sink in.

My lips are on hers in an instant. We are drunk and hungry for any affection. As my lips move fiercely against hers, her tongue pokes out, wanting access to mine.

Soon enough, she is turning around, tasting my tongue on hers while both her hands are anchored at the nape of my neck. My fingers dig harder into her body as I press her against my erection. A sweet moan travels past her lips and into my mouth.

“Wanna get out of here?” I ask her while kissing her.

“Mhm.” She hums against me, separating us and taking my hand in hers.

I glance back to our table as she leads us to the exit. Myles flashes a goofy, drunken smile and waves me off like he’s sending me to college. In a way, he is sending me off—just not to school.

Thoughts of my new job creep into my mind, and I’m quick to force them out.

Tonight, I’m going to enjoy the last of my freedom.

CHAPTER 2

Veronica

Tuesday mornings mean I have a session with Dr. Davis. When the woman first became my doctor months ago, I hated seeing her. I wouldn't say I liked the way she would try to get to know me.

The way she attempted to be my friend when I didn’t need anyone. I never needed anyone’s help.

Slowly, though, she grew on me.

Davis didn’t break like the doctors who tried to fix me before she came along; trust me, I’ve tried. Instead of cowering like a little bitch, Davis stood her ground and didn’t take shit from me. From then on, I was okay with her being the one I met with every week.

Walking the same halls, passing the same group of girls because they have nowhere better to stand, I keep my eyes forward but my ears open. Whenever I pass anyone, they grow quiet, and the whispers start.

I don’t mind them talking shit behind my back. Let them gossip. But if they try to say it to my face, I won’t back down. Maybe it’s because I'm looking for a fight. I crave feeling something.

With my hands clasped behind my back, I turn the corner to the entry for the offices, welcomed with silence and a random ass man working on a door at the end of the hall.

Besides him is Dr. Bennett, the head honcho of this fine establishment. Henry Bennett had been in charge way before I was admitted into this hotel for insane people. Henry hates it when I call him by his first name. He always says that it isn’t professional, but since when the fuck am I professional? I do it because it gets under his skin.

“What is this, Henry?” My eyes go to the newly installed keypad attached to the door, then up to Dr. Bennett. The doctor admits a small sigh at the use of his first name.

“We needed some more safety precautions for the doctors. We had a patient wander down and help themselves to objects inside the offices in another ward that they weren’t allowed to have. We are having these installed at every door.”

I don’t miss how the man installing said “safety precautions” swallows, aware that a patient is standing at his side. The way his whole face pales, almost translucent, allows me to see deep into his mind. He is nervous. Good. He should be.

Taking one tiny step toward him, the big guy flinches as a reaction but masks his fear. There is no need to worry; I wouldn’t do anything to scare him even if Dr. Bennett wasn’t here.

It’s not his fault that he has to do some minor work in this building.

“You mean another patient besides me is causing trouble?” My hand flies up to my chest as I pretend to be hurt at the thought. “How dare they?”

Dr. Bennett chuckles at the gesture while the man hits a few more keys. “Oh, Veronica, you still hold that title.”