Page 37 of Enthrall
“You underestimate me.”
He let out another long sigh. “I see your future and it looks--” He took the ice-cream from me and licked it. “Mmmm, vanilla.” He handed it back.
“I know what that means.”
“Well?”
“You’re telling me my life will be ordinary.”
“Actually, I was referring to your sex life.”
“Why do you say that?”
“You’re naive.”
“I’m not.”
“You are, Mia. I’ve sat here for the last ten minutes watching you with that ice-cream and you have no idea how arousing it is.”
Half in a daze and half to spite him I licked the ice-cream again. “You’re a pervert. You all are.”
“Oh Mia.” He beamed at me. “You have no idea.”
HAVING ADDRESSED EACH INVITATION by hand for Chrysalis’s entire client list, I set about placing stamps on each one. This project would have been a lot easier had I been able to use a label maker. It had been an arduous task with over three hundred members receiving one. Richard had insisted this method ensured privacy as he’d handed over the gold embossed invites. When I finally looked up to take a breather, stretching my aching hand, I almost yelped.
Cameron stood a few feet away, that dark gaze of his burning a hole through me.
“Didn’t dare disturb you,” he said.
“Hey, Dr. Cole.” I tried to shake off this uneasiness, having not seen him enter the building.
“Please, call me Cameron.”
“Cameron.” I smiled. “Richard’s gone home.”
He twisted his mouth in disappointment. “I should have called first.”
My face burned up and I broke his gaze, reaching for my mouse and feigning something on the screen needed my attention. The last time I’d seen him had been three days ago when our strange ménage a trois of sorts had played out in Richard’s office. The life changing event that made me giddy when I thought of it. For goodness sake, this man had touched me intimately and yet now we were both being so formal with each other. Like nothing had ever happened.
He was still staring.
“How are you?” I said, trying to appear busy.
“More importantly, how are you?”
Please don’t want to talk about what you did to me.
“I’m fine,” I said. “Thank you so much for taking care of my car.” There, I’d parlayed an embarrassing moment into one that took the focus off me and placed it firmly on an inanimate object.
“That was my pleasure, Mia.” He moved closer and casually tucked his hands into his trouser pockets.
I wondered if his patients fantasized about him getting into their pants as well as their minds. There was something so perfect about Cameron. He’d be a hard man to open up to for fear of disappointing him.Was he the psychiatrist who’d profiled the Sullivans? If so, I wondered how he concluded a person was ready for a stay at Chrysalis. Shouldn’t he be advising them to seek some form of treatment instead? Pop a pill. A round of therapy.
“Please don’t ask me what I’m thinking,” I said firmly.
“Why, what are you thinking?”
“That you want to talk to me about the other day.”
