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I was anything but fine, both incidents now weighing heavily on my mind.
“Uh-huh.” She leaned against the doorway, folding her arms, watching me as I turned and took three steps, turning again and taking three steps. Goddamn, I needed a bigger office.
“I said I’m fine.”
“Can we go for a third time? What happened?” When I grumbled under my breath, she half laughed. “Oh, yes. What’s wrong with me? How could I forget? You decided to take it upon yourself to pay a home visit to Mr. Grumpy of the Year. Right?”
I threw her a look and wanted to rake out my own eyeballs. What in God’s name had possessed me to go there in the first place? No, what alien had crawled up my ass, allowing me to be stupid enough to kiss him back? Allow? Hell, he was forceful and unforgiving. Then he’d, he’d… Gah. I couldn’t think about the rest. It was far too humiliating. To top everything off, my butt hurt.
But nothing that he’d done bothered me as much as how I’d enjoyed the experience, already craving more. Given everything I’d been through, I should run free of men for the rest of my life. And he’d been controlling, dominating. I’d enjoyed it? How?
“You’ll break free from all the inhibitions and fear regarding passion and intimacy when you find the right man.”
The last psychiatrist had made me laugh by saying that. What if she’d been right?
A few tiny crumbles of my hard shell had fallen off, the ugly therapy sessions also returning to my mind.Don’t go down that road. You’re strong. Fight it.
His face. His grin. His laugh.
Swallow and breathe. One. Two. Three. Four.
“Is that a yes?” she asked. Shelly wasn’t only a good friend, maybe the best one I’d ever had, she was also one of the managing administrators of the hospital, and very good at her job. She also liked the rules to be followed, and I’d broken a cardinal one. I should blame her for the fact I met Mr. Grumpy at all. She’d encouraged me to consider taking the case after the other therapists had threatened to quit if forced to continue working with him.
No, trying to work with him.
Finally, the images faded and I was able to take that deep breath, channeling my rage to a heightened level.
“Why did you talk me into meeting that asshole, son of a bitch, pissant turd man from hell?” If I analyzed myself, I’d say the ridiculous amount of anger was based on the guilt I felt. For all I knew, I could have set him back months in his therapy. Wait a minute. He hadn’t seen anyone for his extreme anger issues since returning to the States.
“Hmmm… Why don’t you tell me how you really feel about him?” Shelly gave me one of her infamous motherly looks.
“He’s a fucking asshole. That’s how I really feel about him.” I realized I’d raised my voice by at least two full decibels and cringing, finally stopping long enough to rub my eyes. “He’s controlling. Harsh. He has an attitude the size of… Oh! I don’t know what.”
“You’re speechless. I need to write the date down. Or maybe the world is ending.” Shelly laughed and I glared at her.
You wanted him. You found him attractive.
Dominating.
Sexy.
Gorgeous.
“Shut up, little voice,” I hissed under my breath.
“Okay, now you’re talking to yourself. That worries me. Do you want to tell me exactly what happened?” Shelly came further into the room, closing the door behind her.
“He’s not just insufferable, he’s intolerable. He’s a big jerk,” I spouted off the words while visions of his naked body flashed into my mind. I’d enjoyed every minute of the way he fucked me, my pussy aching from still feeling him buried deep inside. “And he doesn’t want anyone’s help. Meanwhile, he could lose the ability to walk at all if he’s not careful.”
“I warned you about him. Corporal Garcia doesn’t believe he needs assistance of any kind.”
“Yeah, I know what you said, but he’s violent and aggressive. He even broke a few things in his house. Who the hell does that?” I heard the exasperated tone in my voice and sighed. The last conversation we’d had was the clincher that he’d used me and nothing else.
“You’re coming to the office from now on for our appointments.”
“That’s not going to happen. I’m done with physical and mental therapy. Whatever the reason you came here, it didn’t work,”he’d said as he’d glared at me like I was the enemy.
“Then I’ll send a deputy to escort you.”
