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Authors: Roxy Sinclaire, Stella Noir
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“I was trying to work, but I couldn’t focus. I guess I had a panic attack. The walls of my apartment began to close in, and I ran, and I found myself in front of your building.”
“I see. Maybe, subconsciously, you knew I was the right person to come to.”
Or maybe it’s because I wanted to see you . She swallowed. “Well, I did hear that you're the best psychiatrist in the state.”
“What were you thinking about when you began to feel anxious?”
She sat back in the comfortable chair. “I was editing a piece of writing—that’s what I do for a living, I’m a professional editor. Anyway, I wasn’t making any progress, and I started to wonder how I'll pay my rent and the other pile of bills if I can’t do my job. I have already lost clients. I’m going to lose them all, soon.”
He said nothing, just observed her closely.
“I thought of calling my sister, but I knew all she would do is bring up the past.”
His brows lifted. “And that’s something you don’t want to talk about?”
She shifted in her seat uneasily. After a pause, she shook her head, “No, I don't feel comfortable talking about it.”
“Not even with your sister?”
“Especially not with her.” She couldn’t cover up the contempt that dripped from her words.
He rubbed his chin. “Don’t you have anyone else you can talk to? Maybe another family member, perhaps?”
“There’s only my mother and stepfather,” the two names left a bitter taste in her mouth. She laughed bitterly, “It wouldn’t make any sense to confide in the people who ruined my life, would it?” His brows shot up, and she frowned, annoyed with herself for letting that piece of information slip. Shit. She averted her gaze. “I should go now. You should probably see to your real patients.”
“You are my real patient, Kiana.”
“I think participating in your sleep study is a bit different.” She stood. “I’ve wasted enough of your time.”
“We have an entire hour.”
“Well, at the rate I’m going with my work, I can only pay you for ten minutes.”
“Sit down, Kiana.”
She sighed, “Can’t you take a hint, doc? I don’t want to talk about my family or my childhood.”
“We can talk about something else.”
Her eyes narrowed, “Okay. If we can talk about you, I’ll stay.”
His lips lifted. “It doesn’t work like that. You came to me for help.”
“And I got it. I vented a bit, and now I feel better. Thank you.”
He frowned. Why didn’t he just let her go? For some reason, he wanted her to stay. “We can talk about me, fine. What would you like to know?”
She grinned, and sat back down. “How long have you been a psychiatrist?”
“Ten years.”
“And you are how old?”
“Thirty-seven.”
She cleared her throat, wanting to get to the real questions. Reading her mind he said, “Go ahead and ask me what you really want to ask me.”
Biting her lip, she blurted out. “Why haven’t you come to my room?”
“I beg your pardon? I come to your room every morning. I visit all of my patients every morning.”
She flushed, “I mean, in the night. You came the first night and you…”
“I what?”
She studied him. His expression gave nothing away. So, he is still denying it . “You- we, you touched me.”
His brows furrowed, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She stared at him in disbelief. “Is that why you haven’t been taking your meds? Have you been staying up, waiting for me? Did you enjoy your fantasy so much that you want it to become reality?”
Her eyes wide open in shock. His lips curled wickedly, and the dark-mixed-with-seductive Stavros appeared. “I-I have been taking the meds, and I didn’t dream about you having sex with me.”
He chuckled, “If you took the meds, you wouldn’t have laid in bed for the past two nights feigning sleep.”
Her mouth dropped open, “How do you—”
“I watch you every night, twisting and turning, your brain waves and heartbeat
“I see. Maybe, subconsciously, you knew I was the right person to come to.”
Or maybe it’s because I wanted to see you . She swallowed. “Well, I did hear that you're the best psychiatrist in the state.”
“What were you thinking about when you began to feel anxious?”
She sat back in the comfortable chair. “I was editing a piece of writing—that’s what I do for a living, I’m a professional editor. Anyway, I wasn’t making any progress, and I started to wonder how I'll pay my rent and the other pile of bills if I can’t do my job. I have already lost clients. I’m going to lose them all, soon.”
He said nothing, just observed her closely.
“I thought of calling my sister, but I knew all she would do is bring up the past.”
His brows lifted. “And that’s something you don’t want to talk about?”
She shifted in her seat uneasily. After a pause, she shook her head, “No, I don't feel comfortable talking about it.”
“Not even with your sister?”
“Especially not with her.” She couldn’t cover up the contempt that dripped from her words.
He rubbed his chin. “Don’t you have anyone else you can talk to? Maybe another family member, perhaps?”
“There’s only my mother and stepfather,” the two names left a bitter taste in her mouth. She laughed bitterly, “It wouldn’t make any sense to confide in the people who ruined my life, would it?” His brows shot up, and she frowned, annoyed with herself for letting that piece of information slip. Shit. She averted her gaze. “I should go now. You should probably see to your real patients.”
“You are my real patient, Kiana.”
“I think participating in your sleep study is a bit different.” She stood. “I’ve wasted enough of your time.”
“We have an entire hour.”
“Well, at the rate I’m going with my work, I can only pay you for ten minutes.”
“Sit down, Kiana.”
She sighed, “Can’t you take a hint, doc? I don’t want to talk about my family or my childhood.”
“We can talk about something else.”
Her eyes narrowed, “Okay. If we can talk about you, I’ll stay.”
His lips lifted. “It doesn’t work like that. You came to me for help.”
“And I got it. I vented a bit, and now I feel better. Thank you.”
He frowned. Why didn’t he just let her go? For some reason, he wanted her to stay. “We can talk about me, fine. What would you like to know?”
She grinned, and sat back down. “How long have you been a psychiatrist?”
“Ten years.”
“And you are how old?”
“Thirty-seven.”
She cleared her throat, wanting to get to the real questions. Reading her mind he said, “Go ahead and ask me what you really want to ask me.”
Biting her lip, she blurted out. “Why haven’t you come to my room?”
“I beg your pardon? I come to your room every morning. I visit all of my patients every morning.”
She flushed, “I mean, in the night. You came the first night and you…”
“I what?”
She studied him. His expression gave nothing away. So, he is still denying it . “You- we, you touched me.”
His brows furrowed, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” She stared at him in disbelief. “Is that why you haven’t been taking your meds? Have you been staying up, waiting for me? Did you enjoy your fantasy so much that you want it to become reality?”
Her eyes wide open in shock. His lips curled wickedly, and the dark-mixed-with-seductive Stavros appeared. “I-I have been taking the meds, and I didn’t dream about you having sex with me.”
He chuckled, “If you took the meds, you wouldn’t have laid in bed for the past two nights feigning sleep.”
Her mouth dropped open, “How do you—”
“I watch you every night, twisting and turning, your brain waves and heartbeat
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