Page 19 of Enthrall Shadows
“I’m aware of your history.”
“What do you care?”
“I’m part of your extended family.”
“Don’t I get a say in that?”
I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.
Cruel, but I’d mastered the art of pushing women away, of refusing to let love find me.
But if Reese was still alive, what did that mean for us?
My heart still pined for those years with her.
“Tell me about you.” I broke the unbearable silence.
“I started out as a pharmacist,” she said. “Went on to study psychology.”
“And came here?”
Her gaze narrowed. “You have no real idea of the kind of work we do.”
“True.” My focus drifted over Lotte’s curvy bodice.
Her breasts pushed up to reveal an enticing décolletage, inviting a kiss. Her stocking tops were devastatingly sultry, her pussy barely covered by her thong.
“You don’t get embarrassed dressed like that?” I asked.
Lotte’s jaw flexed as though I was trying her patience. I knew her type—she was more than capable of delivering a clever retort.
Instead, she whispered, “This is my armor.”
“How do you fight off the men?”
“With my sharp wit.”
Drinking in the intoxicating vision before me, I considered how she’d taste if I nudged aside her thong and licked along her sex.
She probably had every man in here fantasizing like that.
“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing it was obvious I was ogling her.
“My bodice is designed to elicit a reaction.”
I shot my hand up. “I’m the consummate gentleman.”
“I can see that.”
She continued to study me—or maybe she’d already profiled me.
“Something triggered you,” she asked softly. “That’s why you came here?”
“No.” Denial came easy.
“Share the reason with me?”
“Does therapy with a mistress even work?” Because, as far as I could tell, all the blood had drained into my cock. It was a struggle for me to remember my problems.
