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Not only because she was too young -literally half my age- but also because she was my daughter’s therapist. So why exactly couldn't I fucking stop? Why did I behave like a fucking horny teenager around her?
Why did the universe keep trying to bring both of us together? First, from Minnesota to my mansion, and now to my company?
I waited for the noise in my head to be silenced. Perhaps it was all in my head. I just needed to get laid. And the universe wasn't doing any damn thing.
I was only reaping the consequences of my actions. How could I have mixed up two similar flash drives? Of course, I fucking knew how.
After that night, once I reached my bedroom, I pleasured myself with images of her in the nightgown. I shamefully did that until I was spent. Until I was exhausted.
Still, I managed to fix the bug. Then I passed out.
The following day, I was already late for our team meeting. So, I grabbed the similar flash drive, which I'd used to cross-check something, before hurrying out.
I rarely panicked— I seldom made mistakes. But the meeting had me rethinking some decisions.
When I found out it was the wrong drive, I knew I'd fucked up. Big time.
We couldn't use the simulation stored on the company’s database. It wasn't the updated one. For the first time, I was blank– out of options until she came.
I'd never felt so much relief at her sight. When she handed me the drive, I wanted to hug her. Thank her for saving the deal. But she turned out to do a lot more.
She’d answered the question even without having full knowledge of the project. Her boldness… confidence was a huge turn-on.
Fuck.
It drove me crazy, both in a good and bad way. I'd wanted to take her on the table, right there. But then she froze again.
That was enough to come to my senses. I wondered why she kept having the same reaction. But I sure as hell wouldn't find out. There wouldn't be a third time.
This was a promise to myself.
With that thought in mind, I wore a soft t-shirt and dark-washed jeans before heading downstairs. Another thing I wanted to do today was take Sophie to the park.
She still needed social interaction, especially with kids her age. Even though she wouldn't interact, it wouldn't hurt to try again. It was, after all, why I’d taken the day off from work.
I descended the stairs and found her in the playroom. The door was slightly ajar—just the perfect position to watch both of them.
How have you been treating my daughter?
“…Good girl, Sophie.”
Evie clapped, staring at her jotter. “I'm glad you know shapes. You know what? Today, I will read you a bedtime story as a reward for getting all of them correct.”
The excitement on her face was evident while Sophie remained undeterred. Sometimes, I wished I could know what went on in that little mind of hers. I wished I could see her thoughts…
Perhaps she wouldn't have been at the end of the staircase to see her mother’s neck twist at an ungodly angle—her lifeless eyes and a floor filled with blood.
“…So now I want you to use green to color the leaves.” I watched Sophie immediately find the color and then start coloring. Evie’s eyes trailed every movement.
She had the look in her eyes. The same look of hope I was sure I had. The one that Mother and the rest of the house staff had. The same look of hope on each therapist's face before it flickered into disappointment.
She continued to talk, but I drowned out the conversation. Evie was good as a therapist. There was no doubt she’d be the same as my secretary. But I couldn't deny it would be difficult for me— for her.
Returning my eyes to Sophie, I leaned slightly against the wall. She looked relaxed. This also was a first. Since the incident, it took Sophie a lot of time to get used to people.
But barely three weeks in, she seemed pretty comfortable with Evie. I wondered what Sophie would think when she learned that Evie may not spend as much time with her.
I’d been thinking about how to fulfill the Chief’s request.
