“I was not following you, you egotistical ass!”
Weston’s smile widened. “Right.”
“I wasn’t!” My voice came out so high, it screeched a little at the end.
“Have a seat, Sophia.”
I ignored him. “Why are you in my old room?”
Weston leaned against the desk and crossed his feet at the ankles. “I’ll tell you when you tell me why you were following me.”
“I was not following you. And you’re totally delusional about why I do things. I happened to be at the same building as you because I had an appointment. While I’m at it, I also did not have sex with you because I like when you boss me around.”
The smug bastard looked amused. He folded his arms across his chest. “No?”
I folded my own arms. “No.”
We stared at each other. Weston had a gleam in his eyes, and I could see the wheels turning in his head as we waged an unspoken battle of who would blink first.
“Have a seat, Sophia.”
“No.”
He smiled. “See? Just because you like me to be in control when we have sex doesn’t mean you want me to boss you around when we’re not. One doesn’t equate to the other. I promise you, it doesn’t make you weak in my eyes that you like being dominated sexually.”
“I do not.”
Weston pushed off the desk and walked toward me. The air in the room began to crackle. As pissed off as I was, or as pissed off as I wanted to be, I couldn’t deny that I was incredibly attracted to this man, in a way I’d never experienced before. Something about having him near made me feel like I might combust if he didn’t touch me.
He gripped my hip with one hand and looked up at me. Though he held me firm, I still knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I told him to take his hand off of me, he absolutely would. Our interactions were so bizarrely confusing.
“If I told you to remove your hand right now, what would you do?”
He looked me straight in the eyes. “I’d remove my hand.”
“So how can you say I want to be dominated by you?”
“You’re confusing domination with control. You can want to be dominated, and still keep control. In fact, you’ve been the one in control of what’s going on between us every time we’ve been together.”
I struggled to accept that, and Weston saw it in my face. “Just stop thinking about it and go with it, if you enjoy it.”
I looked away, but turned back and caught his eyes. I didn’t know why it was so important, but I had to ask. “Where were you going tonight? What was in that building?”
Weston was quiet for a moment. “I see a shrink. She has an office in that building.”
Oh wow. That was the last thing I’d expected him to say.
He watched while I processed his answer. After giving me a minute, he tilted his head. “Any other questions?”
“No.”
“Good, then it’s my turn. Were you following me?”
How could I not be honest when he’d just admitted something so personal to me?
My smile was sheepish. “Yes, I was.”
“Why?”
I thought about it. My answer came out on a laugh. “I have no goddamn idea. I saw you on the street when I came out of the store and just did it.”
Weston smiled, and my insides melted a little.
“Where were you all day?” he asked. “I looked for you, but you weren’t in your office. I couldn’t even properly stalk you this morning while you were getting your coffee.”
I grinned. “I hid in my room most of the day so I didn’t have to see you.”
The biggest, most honest smile spread across Weston’s face. You would’ve thought I’d just told him how great he was rather than I’d spent the day avoiding him.
We again had a little stare-off, but this time Weston broke it. He reached down to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the metal clanking shot straight between my legs.
“Down on your knees, Sophia.”
Oh God.
He put his hands on my shoulders and gave me a little nudge, encouraging me to kneel. To my utter disgust, I did. I dropped down and reached for his zipper.
“Hey, Soph?” Weston said.
I looked up.
He grinned. “I’ve been waiting a while to use this one. Parting is such sweet swallow.”
Chapter 12
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Weston
“I’m glad you agreed to come back today so we could pick up where we left off when we ran out of time yesterday. How was your evening?” Dr. Halpern asked.
“I didn’t drink anything or do anything stupid, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m guessing you have to include that in your weekly report to my grandfather?”
Actually, I suppose stupidity was in the eye of the beholder. Some people might think sleeping with the enemy was stupid, but I happened to think what was going on between Sophia and me was pretty damn phenomenal.
“The reports I send your grandfather each week focus on your progress and the stability of your mental health. I know you signed a waiver of confidentiality, but that waiver is very limiting. You should know that I cannot legally, and I do not, provide any details of what we talk about. I simply report whether you’re continuing to make progress, and whether I believe your emotional state puts you at risk for relapse.”
I actually hadn’t known that. I’d signed whatever legal mumbo jumbo my grandfather had put in front of me without reading it the day he’d agreed to give me another chance. For all I knew, he was entitled to keep my firstborn. I’d spent more time deliberating over whether I was willing to take weekly piss tests than whether I was willing to see a shrink. When I’d agreed to my grandfather’s conditions to get my job back, I’d thought this would be the easy part. Go tell some quack a load of bullshit each week, meet regularly with my sponsor, and hit up some AA meetings. I’d be back in grandfather’s good graces in no time. I didn’t count on having the urge to actually talk to this woman.
“How has it been seeing Sophia every day at work? Last time we talked about her, I thought she might be a reminder of some difficult times in your life.”
If Sophia had reminded me of Caroline initially, that definitely wasn’t what I thought about when I saw her these days. In fact, it was nearly impossible to think of anything other than the sight of Sophia down on her knees in front of me last night. This morning, I’d nearly thrown myself into a diabetic coma with the amount of sugar I’d dumped into my coffee. Normally I put two sugar packets in, but this morning while I stalked her getting her coffee, I couldn’t stop remembering the sound she’d made with my cock down her throat. It was a cross between a hum and a moan, and every time I thought about it, my balls tightened. Even now, I had to discreetly adjust my slacks.
“Working with Sophia has proven to be…interesting.”
“Oh? How so?”
I looked over at the doc. “You really can’t repeat anything we discuss in these sessions to my grandfather?”
Dr. Halpern shook her head. “Nothing. I only relay your overall mental stability.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay. Well, Sophia and I…we’ve found a productive way to put the energy we create disliking each other to good use.”