Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Karmen,” I say gently. “I haven’t spoken to your mother since the day you were admitted.”
Her mouth opens to say something, but then she closes it. Her eyes meet mine, and she’s searching them. It’s like she’s weighing her options on whether or not to believe me.
I click on the computer again and scroll through her chart. It’s not until I click on the patient history tab that I see where someone has updated it. Olivia transcribed a call she had with Karmen’s mother earlier this morning. As I scan through the conversation, I can feel my chest tighten.
Karmen’s mother is a fucking cunt.
“She said that she spoke to someone here and that I wasn’t doing what I was supposed to.” There’s less conviction in her tone this time, and she uncrosses her arms.
“Your mother called this morning, but I’ve read the transcription of the phone call. She asked that you be medicated, and my orders were to refuse.”
“What?” Now her anger has turned to confusion.
“She named several drugs that she wanted prescribed to you before she would consent to bringing you home.” I won’t tell Karmen exactly what she said because no child should have to hear that.
She wanted to make sure that if her daughter was released that she could stay drugged up and unable to bother her. Or that if she sent her away to college they could use the medication to keep her complaisant. Olivia explained to her that Karmen was still in the assessment stage of her treatment plan. Then she told her that if Karmen was released, she was over the age of eighteen and could refuse. That’s when Karmen’s mother had herself changed to no contact.
“You thought I told your mother about our…” I hesitate and then look into her eyes. “Sessions?”
Karmen’s cheeks flush a beautiful shade of pink, and she nods.
“Whatever happens in this room is private.” I place my elbows on my desk and then steeple my hands in front of me. I run my finger along my bottom lip and try to remind myself that this is so very, very wrong. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“This is our secret?” she asks, and I nod.
“Can you keep our secret?” The desk between us is the only barrier I have, and I wish I could break it in half.
“Yes, Doctor.” Her voice is silky as she uncrosses her legs and puts her feet on the floor. “I’d like your help with something.” Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she leans back in the leather chair.
My jaw clenches when I see her untie the waist of her scrubs. “What is it?”
Her fingers trail over her perfect skin before they slide into the front of her panties. “Can you help me cum?”
Chapter Five
KARMEN
Iwatch Dr. Rourk, wondering what he’ll do. My heart is racing. I know I can be bold with him, but there is still a part of me that’s shy. He might think I’ve done these things before, but I haven’t.
Something about him brings out this side of me. I want him in a way that I’ve never wanted anything else before. His rejection might destroy me, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The alternative is feeling like this forever, and I won’t be able to.
He didn’t sell me out to my mother. He also hasn’t told anyone the dirty things that I say to him. If anything, he should have passed me off to another doctor. And yet here we are. That has to mean something.
“You’ll need to take your pants off.” I am standing so quickly that I almost trip over my own feet. That’s sexy, Karmen. Get it together if you want to do this.
Dr. Rourk is a grown man and he doesn’t want an awkward girl. I see the way he watches me slip my pants down my legs and I wonder if maybe that’s exactly what he wants. He wants me and whatever it is that I am. I’m still trying to figure that out for myself, but he could help me along the way. That would be nice. No one has ever done that for me.
I put my thumbs in the sides of my panties to pull them down too, but he stops me. “Did I say the panties?” His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. Normally, when he tells me to stop doing something it’s a half-hearted attempt. Not this time.
“No.” I shake my head before leaving them in place.
“Sit back down.” When I take a seat in the leather chair, I lean back. “Good girl,” he praises, and I press my thighs together.
Those two words went straight to my clit, and I can feel it throbbing. That feeling combined with the deep ache forming in the pit of my stomach is almost too much.