Page 11 of Enthrall Secrets
“Yes.”
“It’s not. I’m too sophisticated to use such a banal technique. Perhaps feeling threatened comes from a self-punishing mechanism? Guilt wields a mighty sword. But you already know that.”
He leaned forward. “Me being here has nothing to do with my wife.”
“I disagree.”
“Seriously? You believe it’s appropriate to go there?”
“Subconsciously, you know I can heal you.”
“I’m all good here, thanks. There’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Your therapist failed to cure your erectile dysfunction, Mr. Neilson. Apparently, every form of therapy you’ve sought out has resulted in failure. You’ve given up. Luckily for you your subconscious mind is still in the game. It brought you here.”
He threw me an angry look.
I pressed my hand to my chest in sincerity. “Please, we can help you.”
Ethan gripped the armrests. “If you’re referring to me not responding to a prostitute during my time in that sordid playpen, you’re mistaken.”
“How dare you,” I snapped.
“Scarlet.” Cameron raised his hand to silence me. “This is his weak attempt to elicit an emotional response.”
He was right, of course, and I needed to remember not to respond with a kneejerk reaction. Cameron could have rolled off my qualifications to Ethan and told him I was, in fact, a Harvard grad with honors, but he wanted to protect me.
“Ethan, why did you come here?” I asked. “You could have sent someone else.”
“Scarlet’s made a very good point,” said Cameron. “Why not just send an undercover officer?”
He shot to his feet. “You can’t manipulate me. Or blackmail me. What I went through with my wife is nobody’s business. If you think I want to spend one more second in this shithole then you might want to read those—” He pointed to the bookshelf. “You are way off base if you believe you can play games with me.”
“Here’s what I’m offering,” said Cameron. “I’ll waive the membership fee of a quarter million, which you’d never be able to afford on your salary as a D.A., and I’ll personally take you on as a client. Let’s get your dick back in action.”
Ethan was stunned into silence.
And so was I. My heart raced as I tried to figure out how we were going to correct this error of judgment.
Ethan glared at Cameron, then turned on his heel and stormed toward the door.
I jumped to my feet. “Ethan, please. Wait!”
He slammed the door behind him.
My gaze fell on Cameron.
He smiled up at me. “Well, that went better than expected.”
