Page 35 of The Masquerade: Room 2

“Smooth talker.”

“I try my best.”

“Do you have any hobbies?” I wasn’t expecting her to show interest in my personal life.

“I enjoy painting, though I don’t have much time for it these days. Work takes up ninety percent of my time, and the other ten I plan to spend lost in you.”

“My job is demanding too. It’s hard to have a social life. I find that friends don’t understand, so they stop asking me to hang out.”

“Their loss.”

“What about you? Do you have time for friends?”

“All of my friends frequent Venom, so I see them as often as work allows. Anyway, let’s get back to you. What do you do for a living?”

She hesitates, deciding how much to share with me.

“Too personal.”

“You’re a funny little thing. I plan to make every last one of your sexual fantasies come to life, and yet your career choice is too personal?”

“I’m scared.” I can just imagine her chewing on her sumptuous bottom lip.

“Of what?”

“That I won’t be able to go through with this if I know too much. Or if you know too much about me. I’ve been judged for not being normal in the past.”

“You don’t have to explain your reasons, little one. We’ll go slow, and when I think you’re ready, we can learn more about each other.”

She heaves an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sir. Did you see my updates on the calendar?”

“I’m looking at it now. We both have Sunday night free. Be in my room at seven sharp.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You better go to sleep now, little one, because you won’t be getting any sleep on Sunday.” A thrill rips through me, the anticipation of sinking my dick into her wet cunt too much to take.

“Goodnight, Sir.”

“Goodnight, my little one.” I hang up, the silence of my apartment suddenly so acute.

I’ve always relished living alone after so many years in group homes after my mom passed, but on nights like this, when shadows of my past rear their ugly head, I wonder if it might be nice to have someone to share my space.

Going back to bed, I imagine what it would feel like to have my little one here with me. I never bring submissives I’m training to my home, but I know without a doubt I want to have this woman in my bed. It’s fucking crazy because I know next to nothing about her.

This week has been like wading through molasses. I’m sleep deprived—the nightmares happening like clockwork. It’s the same every night. I wake up around two a.m. in a cold sweat and workout until I’m so tired my body gives in and lets me sleep for a few hours before I have to get up for work.

There are two things that have been getting me through this week. Knowing that I’ll have my little one ready and waiting in my private room tonight, and one of my residents who shows real promise. Perrington is my new protégé, and they are few and far between in neurosurgery. The dexterity needed for microsurgery isn’t something that all surgeons possess.

I was the last person at this hospital who excelled in the field, so I’m enthused to be the one to nurture someone else’s talent. I love to teach, as evidenced by my extracurricular activities.

“Dr. Harrison.”

Speak of the devil.

“Dr. Perrington. Great work today. You were a valuable asset in the operating room.” It’s rare that I hand out compliments, as evidenced by the shocked look on Perrington’s face.

“Thank you. It’s an honor to assist you.”

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