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point guards flying out of my head.

“No, sir.” Her gaze lowers to the floor.

I can’t tell if she’s lying or just embarrassed, so I curl my index finger under her chin and pull her

face up to meet mine. “Is that the truth?”

“Honest, sir. I kept my hands and toys to myself. Well, away from myself.” She stares up at me

with those wide eyes and that fuck-me look on her face, and it takes everything to pull away from her.

“That’s my good girl,” I groan out, resisting the urge to rub my cock through my pants. “That’s my

good fucking girl.”

“Please, Mr. St. James,” she whimpers, wringing her hands in front of her. “I can’t do this here.

Please don’t tempt me.”

“I promise I won’t touch you or proposition you, but any temptation you’re feeling is something

you’ll have to deal with.” Smirking, I turn to her once more, pinning her with my heated gaze. “Tell

me something. Who was that man you were working on before you got me?”

In an instant, her face goes from flushed with arousal to cautious, even a bit hostile. “You can’t

ask me that.”

Irritation niggles at my brain, demanding I answer in kind, but I refuse. I keep my tone calm and

polite. “I’m not asking as a Dominant. I’m asking as a medical professional.”

“I don’t care which capacity you ask me; the answer is still no.” Lila crosses her arms in defiance

as her body bristles under my interrogation. “As a medical professional yourself, I can assume you’re

familiar with HIPAA?”

“Yes, I am, but am I safe to assume that you don’t accept insurance here? And as such you’re not

under the same obligations?” I cross my arms as well, giving her a smug smile.

“I don’t have to have insurance to still be under the privacy rule. I take my job very seriously, and

that includes protecting the identity and nature of what happens behind these doors.”

For a moment, I see red. I know she doesn’t mean sexual acts, but that’s the first place my mind

goes. Breathing deep, I force the tension out of my hands and arms and let them hang there as I regain

my composure.

“Let me tell you who that is then, since you refuse to be forthcoming between yourself and a

professional.” The look of shock at my implication crosses her face for a brief moment before she

schools her expression. “That’s the point guard for the Washington Wizards, a valuable man under my