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“No, I don’t think I will,” she tells me, a serious look in her eyes. My teeth grind together. I don’t have time for this. “It’s frustrating, isn’t it? Someone sitting in your chair. Refusing to get out of it.”

“What are you doing? Trying to teach me a lesson?” I stalk over towards her, leaning forward and grasping her neck in my hand. “I’m not in the mood for your games right now, Veronica. Get out of my seat, or I will remove you myself.”

Her eyes dance between mine while an evil smirk plays on her lips. “Maybe you should take your own advice, Leo, and behave. What are you going to do? Toss me on the floor?”

My jaw clenches as my chest heaves. “Don’t. Test. Me.”

Veronica doesn’t budge. She only continues to stare up at me while my fingers dig harder into her throat. “What’s gotten under your skin? Was it the fact that Dr. Bennett found me outside your room? Or was it the announcement that you’re taking on another patient?”

I was going to tell her. I was waiting for the right time to tell her, but that’s not what I say.

“Veronica, taking on another patient is not your concern. I’m here to help those who need it, and I will do so if there is another person I can help.”

With the pressure of my fingers around her neck, her voice comes out hoarse. “Are you going to help this new patient with your fingers? Maybe your tongue? Or is that reserved for me only?”

“It shouldn’t even be for you.” It’s harsh coming from my mouth, but she maintains that hard expression.

“Scarlet then?”

My eyes swim over hers, sliding down to her parted lips that are begging for oxygen. One more hard squeeze and I’m releasing her. That same hand rubs against my mouth; the smell of her floating into my nose makes me more frustrated.

How can the scent of her alone drive me insane to where I don’t want to fight her? I want to take her over my desk and bury myself so deep inside of her that I forget why I’m getting myself so worked up.

“It almost sounds like you are jealous, Vee.” I fold my arms across my chest, fighting the urge to act on the thoughts swimming around in my head. “Jealous of the attention I may give Scarlet and not you?” I step forward again, my hands falling and meeting the tops of the armrests.

“I’m not jealous.” Lie. She may not hold a lot of emotion in that tiny body of hers, but jealousy is hard to miss.

Peering down at her, Veronica holds my hard gaze. “She would be the easier option. I wouldn’t have to worry about sneaking around or getting caught.”

Why am I even saying all this?

I drop my gaze to her legs. She has her thighs pressed together to relieve the tension that is constantly living there. Because of me. God, I love this power I have over her. It gives me such high adrenaline that makes me never want the feeling to disappear.

While I let my hand move from the armrest down to her thigh, she stares up at me until the palm of my hand makes contact, and she pushes the chair backward to stand.

My arms give out, falling forward, but I catch myself. I stand up straight with her breasts pressing against my body.

“Then choose the easier option, Leo.” She’s so close, I could kiss her.

“Maybe I should.” It’s what I thought from the start. Scarlet would be easier. I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone finding out about us. I wouldn’t have to worry about my job being at risk.

“Fine. Enjoy her company tonight.” Veronica removes herself from me, sidestepping my body. She walks towards the door, turning her head to look over her shoulder. “Try not to accidentally say my name while you’re fucking her.”

The comment almost makes me laugh, but I hold it back. “Where do you think you're going?”

“I’m not in the mood for a session today.” Before I say anything else, she is out the door.

CHAPTER 22

Veronica

Who the hell does he think he is? Where does he get off assuming that I am fucking jealous! Does the thought of him having sex with Scarlet make me upset? Yes, only because of who she is and the information I know about her. It’s not jealousy. It’s fucking anger.

Anger, knowing that I’m not the only patient who will occupy his time from now on. Thoughts are tripping over one another in my head, and I am wondering what will happen when he starts sessions with this new patient.

I’m not worried about him laying his hands on her. He was hesitant with me, meaning there’s no way in hell he’d touch another patient.

Another issue I’m running into in my busy brain is that with this new patient, he won’t have all his time to focus on me. Get to know me. He is supposed to be falling in love with me.