Page 107 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

“The next phase of my life?”

Dr. Grainer turns his head to the side and smiles as if he has a secret. “Yes,” he says. “It’s something you definitely need to discuss with Luc.”

“I—” My response is cut off as an alarm sounds. Dr. Grainer quickly snaps his notebook shut and sets it to the side. I frown. He’s never so eager to end our sessions, but once again, he doesn’t give me a chance to say anything.

“That’s all for today, Micki,” he says, putting both hands on the arms of his chair and pushing himself up. Automatically, I move to do the same, standing and following as he heads towards the door, popping it open and gesturing into the hall.

“Dr. Grainer?” I step into the hall and turn back to face him.

“I think you’re going to be just fine, Micki,” he says, leaning against the frame as his next patient watches us from the lounge across the hallway. A mousy looking boy with wire rimmed glasses and a skinny frame. He’s newer—new enough that I can’t remember his name. “Give Luc my regards.”

“Uh…sure…”

And just like that, he dismisses me, turning and gesturing for the boy. The second Dr. Grainer gives him his attention, the kid bounces out of his seat and practically runs for the door, and I’m left standing in the hallway, feeling sort of detached.

It isn’t until Michelle—one of the nurses that patrols the corridors—comes along that I realize I’m still standing there. “Hey, Micki,” she says stopping to greet me. “You’ve got a phone call waiting for you.”

I blink and then turn away from the now closed office door. “Thanks, Michelle.”

There’s only one person that calls me at this time of day, so as soon as I know he’s waiting, I practically sprint for the front desk and snatch up the cell phone that they hold for me when I’m in my sessions. Luc’s brilliant smile greets me on the caller ID as I put the phone to my ear.

“Hey.” The nurse behind the counter tries to hide her grin as I turn away and start back down the hall, heading straight for my room. I don’t care if they know what I do when Luc calls me. What they think won’t stop me.

“You sound breathless.” Luc’s amusement is contagious. I can’t keep the smile out of my tone when I respond.

“Who’s fault is that?”

His chuckle is like fucking chocolate for my ears. I slip into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, flipping the lock—another thing I didn’t think these facilities would let me have. An actual lock on my door. They have the key in the case of an emergency and so does Luc, but it’s nice at least to be able to have some privacy with Luc when I can get it.

“You have a good day today, pretty girl?”

I sigh as I sink onto my bed and roll onto my back. “It’s better now that I get to hear from you.”

“You’ll do more than hear from me soon,” he replies. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow feels like forever when I miss you so much,” I reply.

“Is that so? Maybe I can make you feel a little better.”

My heart rate kicks up at his words. “And what would you do to make me feel better?” I counter.

“Depends…is your door locked?”

I laugh. “You know it is.”

His voice turns heavier, deeper. “Then strip down to your underwear, pretty girl and do exactly what I tell you to.”

Panting, flushed, and more than ready to do anything he commands of me, I do exactly that. I drop the phone onto the bed, popping up and hooking my fingers into the elastic waistband of my joggers. I practically rip them off my legs, tossing them to the floor along with my t-shirt before I leap back onto my mattress and recline.

“Done.” I’m breathless again, my voice airy and my skin alive as I await his words.

“Hmmmm.” Luc’s hum rumbles against my ear. “Take a picture for me. I want to see you.”

I swallow, but lift the phone away from my ear and angle it downward. I snap a few quick shots that show the red lace cup bra I’m wearing along with the matching panties and send them. A moment later, Luc’s breath falters, a quick intake telling me that he’s seen them.

“So fucking pretty,” he growls into the phone, sounding further away—as if he’s put me on speaker. “Are you wet?”

“When you talk to me?” I snort. “Always.”

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