Cut Too Deep by KJ Bell Page A

that?”
    Steam shot out of her ears as she glowered across the desk.
    “Isn’t it obvious? He’s a pig—a filthy, womanizing, lewd, immoral, and disgusting pig! I want to get to know him, and all he wants is to chalk up another sexual escapade.”
    “I think he was fairly honest in what he feels. He’s attracted to you in a sexual way. Is that not what you claimed to feel for him at our last appointment?”
    Hadley leaned over his desk with her palms pressed flat against the wood.
    “Are you seriously implying that this is what I wanted?”
    “You said you felt nothing more than sexual attraction for him. I’m trying to sort out why his reciprocating that attraction makes you so angry.”
    Hadley stared at her therapist in disbelief. She wondered if he’d been writing himself prescriptions, because he must be on some potent drugs to think for a second that Miller’s letter reflected her own feelings.
    “He said he wanted to fuck me! With everything I’ve been through, that’s what I get from him…that he wants to ‘paper fuck’? How can he say that when he doesn’t know me?”
    Hadley folded her arms over her chest protectively.
    “Because, he doesn’t know you , Hadley.” She considered leaving and finding a new therapist, because this one clearly went insane overnight. But, she liked this one, and despite the superior grin on his face, she plopped down on the leather couch and listened to him explain. “Miller stated his intentions openly and honestly, not knowing it would offend you so strongly, because he doesn’t know what you’ve been through. He only knows that you share a mutual physical attraction for one another, and he’s accustomed to freely expressing his desires with women. My guess is most women accept his advances quite eagerly.”
    Hadley’s eyes burned with indignation.
    “Well, I’m not most women!”
    “No, you’re not, but you are human. You have desires, and you’re clearly attracted to him. We’ve discussed the fantasies you have about him. He was simply more honest about this attraction than you were, and he verbalized his fantasies.”
    “I’m not in denial about being sexually attracted to him. I hate it, but I know it’s there. I didn’t ask for rainbows and sparkles, but I thought we would at least start with a favorite color before he said, ‘Hey let’s fuck!’ I expected more than moral depravity.”
    “Those were your expectations.”
    Her knees bounced wildly. She was conscious enough of her anger to control it.
    “Yes, well, clearly his are very different.”
    Dr. LeClair began to smile, but held it back.
    “Or, more similar than you’re prepared to admit.”
    “I’m not having letter sex with a man I hardly know!”
    Her eyes shot to the door when she realized her shouting carried. Hadley half expected Donna to shoot through the door and scold her. To her relief, the receptionist didn’t come.
    “I’m not suggesting you have letter sex, but perhaps you can reply to his letter as honestly as he did yours.”
    “I already did,” Hadley admitted, rubbing her palms repeatedly over the rough fabric of her slacks.
    Now the doctor allowed a smile to form as he addressed his patient humorously.
    “And you were calm and polite, I assume?”
    Hadley lifted her head, looking at him from under her eyelashes.
    “I called him a pig, and requested he shove his offer of meaningless sex up his smug ass!”
    Dr. LeClair laughed softly.
    “Well then, I guess you’ll have to wait and see how he responds, although something tells me he’ll find your request rather enjoyable.”
    Hadley huffed.
    “I hardly think so.”
    “You’d be surprised.” The doctor shrugged. “A game of cat and mouse may be very alluring for a man like Mr. Genetti. Getting whatever you want, whenever you want, can grow tiresome.”
    Hadley could hardly fathom what the doctor speculated. She’d never experienced anything close to whatever and whenever in her life. She would’ve