Page 3 of My Sweet Psycho

I got to the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind me to look in the mirror. I almost slapped myself to snap out of this. My parents had always talked about the shamans in Korea and their capabilities. Perhaps they were right because there was no other explanation for this craziness.

I ran the cold water before patting my pink cheeks with it. At this rate, I wouldn't make a dentist or an orthodontist if I was going to perv on my patients. I winced as I thought of having him between my legs as he lay on the chair. I’d have needed to touch his hair.

“Oh, God,” I whispered as I thought of his crotch.

No, I wouldn't look. He was just a patient or a potential patient since this was his first time at the practice.

I grabbed a paper towel and patted my cheeks dry. I was Nari Choi, the professional, not the pervert. This was my mantra as I marched towards the treatment room.

“Sorry about that,” I said as I returned to the room.

“That’s okay. You didn't miss much,” Warren said as he removed his gloves. “Mr Jeon’s teeth are perfect.”

My heart sank at his words. He wouldn't be back, and he had perfect teeth, which I missed because I ran to the toilet like a weirdo. I couldn't look at him as Warren raised the chair into the upright position again. Warren walked towards the bin and pressed the pedal to open it before he threw the gloves in. I couldn't bring myself to look at Tae because I wouldn't see him again, and I knew I was going to try to ogle his dick. I must be due for my period because I sometimes get super horny.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard the door open and close. When I raised my head, Warren sat on the stool and grinned at me.

“He was rather fetching, wasn't he?”

I gasped in horror and covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. If I had been apparent to Warren, then Tae would have noticed, too. Warren was in his fifties, but he had a great sense of humour that reminded me of my dad.

“You know he only came in for a consultation. He isn't a patient of ours if you want to see more of his pretty face,” he said with obvious glee as he relished my embarrassment.

“God, you're just like my Dad,” I mumbled before lifting my head again. “I’m sorry I ran out on you.”

“That's quite alright. I can't wait to gossip about you when you leave. Go get your things, and off you trot,” he said shamelessly.

I shook my head at him, but a grudging smile broke through. This was the perfect work placement for me.

Chapter 3

Tae

I waited for Nari like a stray dog in the waiting room. I’d booked the appointment close to lunchtime to ask her out. The only problem was I hadn't expected her to run out on me like she did, and when she came back into the room, she hadn't looked once at me. I considered asking Google for tips when I saw her come out of the room I’d been in.

She froze when she saw me, and my bastard of a heart melted as I saw her cheeks turn bright pink again. I stalked her day and night for almost six weeks, in person and online. I knew her fashion style, favourite food, music, books and which movies she’d recently watched. I went through her family and friend’s profiles and didn't find a single mention of a man, like ever. If it weren't for her reaction to me, I’d think she might have been a lesbian.

Shit. Was she a lesbian?

Kwan always teased me and said I was pretty, but what if I had the wrong equipment for her?

“Hi,” I said weakly as I realised we stood staring at one another.

“Hey,” she said as she lifted her hand to wave at me before she frowned and pulled her hand down.

“I was wondering if—” I began to say.

“Yes,” she said.

“What?” I asked, confused because I hadn't finished my question.

The dentist appeared behind her and sighed. He pushed her out of the room, and she shuffled along. My eyes narrowed on his hands on her arms, but he dropped them as soon as there was enough room for him to get out of the room.

“She is done for the day. You can have her,” he said as he walked towards the receptionist. “You’d make cute babies together. Make sure I’m their dentist.”

Nari made a weird, strangled noise that seemed to last a long time. She looked innocent in white, but I think she would suit any colour. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, making her look younger than her twenty-four years. I’d never seen a picture of her without a smile. Even as she walked to work, her smile was in place. My eyes ran over her petite frame as I pondered on the dentist’s words.

Yeah, we would make cute babies together. Miniature versions of Nari. Our children would be beautiful.

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