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I wrapped my hand over hers. “I have to go, Kitten,” I whispered soft enough only for her to hear. Her sweet black cherry scent enveloped me, making it nearly impossible for me to walk away. I gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then tore myself away from her, and made my way toward the exit. My brain frantically debated with itself.
Nay: Never come back. It’s too risky. You’re obsessed with her. She’ll become your weakness.
Yay: But I need to check on her to make sure Doc Sleaze doesn’t bother her anymore.
Nay: She could get hurt even worse because of you. Your enemies could use her to get to you. To ruin you.
Yay: But I need to figure out what it is about her that has me wanting her more than I’d ever wanted anyone else in my life.
Nay: That’s your dick talking.
Yay: No. She makes me feel like my humanity isn’t lost. The way she looks at me makes me hope that there is someone who might accept me as I am, someone I could let my guard down with.
Nay: That’s because she’s too naïve to realize you’re a monster. Protect her from the biggest threat: you.
Yay: I’d never hurt her. I just want to make sure she’s safe. It’s the doc she’s afraid of. Not me. I need to protect her from him.
Nay: Stop lying to yourself. You just want to get into her pants.
Yay: No. I’ll prove it to you. I want what’s best for her. I’ll keep watch over her from afar.
I grabbed my phone and scheduled another appointment with the sex therapist. And another. By the time I was done, I had three appointments a week booked for the next month.
I could do this. Get glimpses of her at work. Keep her safe from a distance. Until I got bored with her and this obsession dissolved into nothingness so I could go back to my usual self. In a month or two, I would be laughing my ass off about how ridiculous I was acting right now.
My phone dinged.
Robert: The analysts have completed the backtesting on the DOW systems trade you asked for.
Finally, a topic I really did like to talk about. I replied to my hedge fund manager that I’d be at the office in an hour to go over the data. He had been with my firm since the beginning. I had worried he’d take off once he found out who our clientele was and where the money came from, but to my luck, he didn’t care as long as he made a shit-ton of money. I guessed you didn’t need a gun to be criminally minded.
I drove out into traffic, looking forward to an afternoon of number crunching and stock talk.
