Page 13 of Enthrall Secrets
“If I did decide to copulate with you, I’d enjoy fucking you. And remember, you would have ended up in dire straits if it wasn’t for me.”
“We both remember how that little life-altering charade went. It changed me forever.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Your ways are what some would consider to be fucked up.”
“It’s my pleasure to serve.”
I scoffed. “I can do this.”
“During your session with Ethan you sensed something was off, yet you continued. You’re attracted to him. And while I believe you’d make a cute couple, right now that attraction is clouding your judgment.”
“I see his goodness.”
“So do I.”
“I’ve come all this way.”
“You’re at his house?”
“At least let me try.”
“What’s his address?”
“Sherman Oaks.”
“Where?”
“Knob Hill. Nice neighborhood. Oh, there’s a puppy. Oh my God, it’s so cute.” I watched the dog being led away on his leash by a young woman out for a stroll. “It’s a pug.”
“Scarlet, it’s too soon. Ethan must sleep on our offer. I need him to wake up tomorrow morning having realized subconsciously he has no other choice.”
“That’s what you got from the way he stormed out of your office?”
“Visiting Chrysalis was his cry for help, even if he doesn’t know it yet. This information must find its way from the prefrontal lobe to his limbic system—”
“And then on to his brain stem. I’m familiar with the science.”
“He’s lonely, Scarlet.”
“Yes, and these are the kind of clients I’m best with.”
“Don’t go in.”
“I can make him see sense, Cam.”
“I’m coming over there to get you.”
I ended the call and dropped my phone in my handbag, shoving it under the seat. Then I got out of my car and locked it.
I made my way up to what I assumed was Ethan’s driveway, passing his Land Cruiser parked out front. I admired the modest home set back from the street. This was actually a nice location with a quick walk down to the boulevard. Though in L.A. traffic, the commute might be quite an ordeal unless he left extra early.
The front gate was open, which led me to think he didn’t have a dog. The front door was open, too. I wondered if he’d noticed me following him and this was a warning that he knew I was here. A power play, perhaps.
I stepped to the side of the door and peered through the window, cupping my hand against the glare of the late afternoon sun in order to peer into his lounge. Cozy rugs complemented the polished hardwood floors. A curved wall divider separated this room from a hall. His furniture appeared new and had a natural look. The light wood and plush cushions were evidence of a woman’s touch.
My heart ached for him even after everything.
