Page 6 of Lonely
He was still staring out the window like I didn’t exist, which made my fingers itch to grab him by the jaw and force his attention on me. But I wanted him to give it to me willingly.
What was his surrender worth if it was taken by force?
Nothing.
Maybe he responded to bribes. Positive reinforcement, perhaps.
What if I took away even the smallest luxuries, like his toothbrush and soap bar?
Would that make him more compliant?
It was an intriguing thought.
I cleaned my glasses with my tie before sliding them on and reaching for the paper folder.
“Why don’t you tell me about the murders?”
His silence stirred my cock, and I lifted my gaze, peering at him from beneath my glasses, brows raised.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about that night yet. We can start lighter.”
Zilch. Nada.
Savoring his defiance, I fought a smirk. Why had I felt compelled to start with such a direct question? It went against my training. But I wanted to push his buttons. I wanted to see if he’d crack.
While Carter watched a crow circle the sky outside, I trailed my eyes across his broad shoulders, wondering how tall he was.
Easily 6’3.
Taller than me.
Tallerandstronger.
Crossed at the ankles, his long legs stretched out in front of him. I gazed at them as I abandoned the paperwork. Everything about him intrigued me, and I couldn’t quite understand why.
I kept the conversation light as I walked to the medicine cabinet.
“We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, Carter. And while I don’t expect you to open up right away, you’ll have to talk to me eventually. There’s no hope for improvement unless you do.”
After removing a sedative, I opened one of the drawers and retrieved a syringe. Piercing the vial’s rubber lid, I watched as the clear fluid filled the barrel. My heart began to thrum harder, my cock twitching in my pants.
I peered at the back of his head. He took up far too much space in my small office with all that unruly, dark hair and those broad shoulders. The urge to trail my fingers across them, to tease the dark hairs at his nape, made my mouth water.
The floorboards creaked beneath my feet as I slowly walked up behind him, hovering close enough to touch him if I wanted to, but not so close that his intoxicating scent could cloud my thoughts.
This man, with his tree-trunk thighs and long, interlaced fingers resting in his lap, made me desire things I hadn’t felt since I was a pubescent boy.
He made me want to do bad things.
Things worse than what awaited in my house.
“Tell me, Carter. Do you wish to talk to me today?” I asked, inching closer.
Reaching out to touch him, I stopped when he slightly turned his head to gauge where I was.
He said nothing, and the silence thickened as the seconds ticked by.
“Very well.”
