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Shane frowns and I see the cogs in his brain ticking over.
“Maybe he’s scared of needles too,” I offer with a faint smile as I try to diffuse the tension in the room and settle my growing anxiety.
I can’t stop looking at the sharp needles that Lisa is pulling out of her bag and each time I see one it makes me feel a little more nauseous.
Sensing my discomfort, Shane perches himself on the desk directly in front of me so I can no longer see Lisa’s torture devices and instead I’m looking up at his handsome face.
“It will be over in a few seconds,” he says with a wink. “And I’ll be right here.”
“I’m fine,” I say trying to keep my voice as calm and steady as possible because I need to convince him that I’m fine. Preferably, I need him to leave and if I start trembling and sweating like an idiot, he’s not going to. “Really. It’s no big deal.” Even as I say the words I feel an urge to throw up right into his lap.
“That’s my girl.” He brushes his fingertips over my cheek and my heart starts racing as Lisa moves around the desk with a needle in her hand.
“Can you see where Mikey is with that tea?” I say with a swallow.
“As soon as this is done,” he nods.
Fuck!
“You ready, Jessie?” Lisa asks. Her voice is so soft and calm that it should be soothing, but it’s not and my breathing comes faster.
Why the hell am I doing this to myself?
Because I need answers and a few moments of discomfort will be worth it for the outcome. My needle anxiety is rooted in the fear of someone drugging and kidnapping me again – and there is no way in hell that Lisa would do that, and even less chance that Shane would let her. I’m completely safe here.
I take a deep breath. “Do it. Just get it all over with quickly.”
“Okay,” she says softly. The next thing I feel is her warm soft hand on my arm.
I stare into Shane’s eyes and he smiles at me. I need to keep his attention only on my face. If I can do that then maybe we’ll pull this off.
“So, you doing anything later?” I stammer, my voice trembling as I try to distract the two of us.
“Apart from you?” he arches an eyebrow at me.
Lisa half-groans, half-chuckles and my cheeks turn pink.
“Yes,” I whisper aware that Lisa’s grip on my arm is tightening signaling she is about to stick me with her giant needle.
“Just a scratch, Jessie,” she says softly as the metal pierces my skin, and I flinch but she holds me steady.
“Almost over, sweetheart,” Shane says as he takes my free hand and squeezes it in his.
“It’s no big deal.” I pant out a breath. “So, later? A movie?”
“Maybe.” He narrows his eyes at me as I start to babble about the new Fast and Furious movie. I don’t look at Lisa taking blood from my arm but I feel a slight tug and a sharp sting and I know she’s filled her first vial.
I wince as Shane turns to her and takes a hold of her wrist as she is attaching the second vial to fill.
“Why do you need more blood?” he asks with a frown.
“I need to attach this right now.” She looks down at the small plastic tube in her hand. “She’s still bleeding.”
Shane loosens his grip but he doesn’t let go, and she attaches the second tube to the needle in my arm.
“Extra just in case,” I say, trying to distract him.
Shane doesn’t look at me and instead continues to glare at Lisa who glares right back. “Why?” he asks again. “And don’t make me ask for a third time.”
