Page 45 of Promise of Destruction
Her eyes widen in horror, but I can see what she tries so hard to deny. I see the way her pupils dilate just a little, the way her lips part like an invitation to make good on her promise.
"Pleasetempt me, little bird. I'll take great pleasure in your hot little pussy... and the sounds you'll make when the seatbelts dig into your perfect skin."
She sets her jaw and takes a deep breath that makes her chest swell.
When she doesn't fight me, I smirk and drop back into my own seat, adjusting the collar of my shirt before taking the car out of park.
To my disappointment, Soren doesn't tempt me to make good on my promise. She's silent the whole way to the office, and her fingers don't so much as jump against the seatbelt. In fact, when I pull into a spot in front of the shiny glass building, she just looks at me in confusion.
I release the seatbelt for her before stepping out, and beat her to opening the door for her too. She glares at me when I hold a hand out to her, but her eyes don't stay on me for long, searching for any clues about where we are. When she finds none, she pushes my hand away and climbs indelicately out of my car.
"What is this place?" She asks, apprehensive as we walk together to the door, which simply states Covington Medical Complex. When she reads those words, she comes to a halt, glaring at me. "Declan?"
"It's just a doctor's office." I explain. "You don't have a recent physical on file, which is required for both your health insurance and your life insurance policy."
"No." She shakes her head, stepping back in her heels so that she teeters, losing her balance. I catch her below the arm, surprised by her sudden dread. I know plenty of people who don't like visiting doctors, but being scared of them is another thing. Her face is pale, like all the blood has drained from it.
"Relax." I tell her, holding her against me with a hand on her hip. Apparently, doctors rank higher on her dislikes than I do, because she allows me to hold her like that, not bothering to push away from me. "They're not going to hurt you. They're going to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine." Her wide eyes plead with me to take her back, and damn if part of me doesn't want to. But I wasn't lying when I told her why I brought her here. I mean, notentirely.
"What are you so scared of little bird?" I muse, searching her face like she might just crack and give me answers.
"I don't like hospitals. I don't like doctor's offices. I don't like being poked and prodded and feeling like a lab rat."
"We can get ice cream when we leave if you're good." I tease, unable to resist. I expect her to snap at me or to stay rooted to the spot, but she just shoots me a glare of bloody murder and stalks forward, throwing the door open without waiting for me even though she has no idea where we're going. "Ice cream does it for you?" I muse, leading her to the elevator and calling it down to us. "Let me guess. You're a cookie dough girl?"
She ignores me, all the way up to the fourth floor, to the doctor's office, and up to the reception desk, where I sign her in and hand her the paperwork the receptionist needs. "A gynecologist?" She hisses when we make it to the corner of the room, away from the women working behind the desk. "Are you really that sick? You going to get off on a doctor shoving his hand up my vagina?"
The fact that she thinks I'd let another man lay a hand on her, let aloneinsideof her, makes me laugh. She clearly doesn't know me at all.
"I won't be going in with you."
And maybe I don't knowherat all, because I don't expect that to make her anything other than relieved. Instead, her face pales further.
"Declan..." She swallows. "You're going to make me go back there alone?"
I blink at her.
It's the gynecologist. It's not like I'm sending her alone to a seedy tattoo parlor or a crack house. "You want me to?" My eyes dart back to the office door. Is that even allowed?
"I don't want to go alone." She says, her voice shaking.
"Okay," I nod. "Don't worry. I'll be wherever you need me to be, okay? Just fill out the paperwork so we can get you out of here, okay?"
She stops her lip from wobbling by pulling it between her teeth and nods, turning to focus on the questionnaires before her. I don't peek, unbothered because I'll have her medical history soon enough anyway. The room is silent other than the sound of her pen scratching over paper and the ambient noise of the television, which I pretend to watch as she completes the paperwork. Nearly as soon as she does, the office door opens and they call her back. Her eyes flash to me, desperation burning there.
"Please." She says, and it's all the invitation I need.
If she wants me beside her for something so intimate, I'm guessing she trusts me more than she's let on.
thirty-one
Soren
IhateDeclanforbringing me here, particularly unprepared. I mean, I showered this morning, but a quick heads up so I could have washed up in the bathroom at work would have been appreciated, and that's saying nothing of how nice it would be to have time to mentally prepare.
I loathe the fact that I'm too scared to go back on my own, that I asked a man who I hate to be beside me during something so... awkward. Uncomfortable. Painful.
