she’d assaulted Kurt the night before. He’d been working a case. Instead of remaining calm and detached while communicating the necessary data, she’d demonstrated her inability to handle the pressure by getting drunk to cope. Still, he’d been kind enough to see her home. Then, to top it all off, she’d begged the man who’d been her mentor for years—the man she hoped would continue to be her boss—to fuck her. Again.
He’d been too nice to say no outright. Not like this, Becca.
Crap! He couldn’t stand to touch her in a personal setting so he’d used her vibrator instead. She sneered at her overdramatic thoughts in self-disgust but she couldn’t deny he’d contained the more sexual aspects of their relationship to the study proceedings. His mechanical solution had maintained impersonality. When the spotty memory of him working the device into her made her pussy start to get wet all over again, even as she berated herself for wanting him, she debated giving up and climbing back into bed. She couldn’t imagine him ever taking her serious as a professional again.
But she couldn’t quit now.
I’ll be more focused than ever . Unwilling to watch her dream fall apart so close to realization, she vowed to pull herself together. Today, her attraction to Dr. Foster wouldn’t affect their work together. She would demonstrate to them both she could remain detached regardless of the pathetic crush he must now know she had on him.
Please, God, don’t let him laugh in my face.
***
Kurt hadn’t slept at all. His release in Becca’s apartment hadn’t soothed the need raging inside him. He’d spent a restless night in a futile attempt to ignore his painful arousal. Two cold showers this morning hadn’t solved the problem either. He’d seriously considered canceling an appointment for the first time in his life, but Dan counted on their sessions. The man had started making real progress in recent weeks. Kurt would never jeopardize his patient’s health.
In the end, duty won out over selfishness.
The thirst clawing at his throat would only be quenched when he saw Becca again, even if he had to pretend the experiment necessitated their interaction. Confessing the depth of his longing wasn’t an option, not if he wanted to preserve their working relationship and definitely not if he wanted a successful experiment. If he didn’t see this through, the board would have him banned.
The truth would destroy everything.
An eternity passed between each heavy tock of the second hand, until the hour freed him from his patient.
Finally, he could begin work on the Dream Machine for the day. He grabbed Becca’s lust-inducing shoe off the table in his office, his dick filling again at the sight of it. On the way toward his laboratory, he chuckled, recalling the classic fairy tale, Cinderella.
If claiming his princess and convincing her of their perfect fit could be so simple, he’d slip the spike heel on her right now. But her stubborn streak, and lack of self-awareness, prevented such an easy solution. Hell, he didn’t know what to make of things himself. The potent energy between them shocked him. It had taken all of his willpower to walk away from her last night. He grinned at the thought of continuing their journey while he opened the door to the laboratory.
He had so much to show her.
Her innocence drew him but he was man enough to admit it scared him, too. Without practical experience, Becca might fall victim to society’s propaganda promoting romantic ideals of love in relationships. She might forget her training, her understanding of science, and believe a relationship between two people consisted of more than compatible hormones and animal magnetism. But, he didn’t have a choice.
If he wanted to compile official data in support of the Dream Machine by the council’s deadline, he had to act now. However, if he came clean with himself, he’d have to admit his primary goal had transformed from proving
He’d been too nice to say no outright. Not like this, Becca.
Crap! He couldn’t stand to touch her in a personal setting so he’d used her vibrator instead. She sneered at her overdramatic thoughts in self-disgust but she couldn’t deny he’d contained the more sexual aspects of their relationship to the study proceedings. His mechanical solution had maintained impersonality. When the spotty memory of him working the device into her made her pussy start to get wet all over again, even as she berated herself for wanting him, she debated giving up and climbing back into bed. She couldn’t imagine him ever taking her serious as a professional again.
But she couldn’t quit now.
I’ll be more focused than ever . Unwilling to watch her dream fall apart so close to realization, she vowed to pull herself together. Today, her attraction to Dr. Foster wouldn’t affect their work together. She would demonstrate to them both she could remain detached regardless of the pathetic crush he must now know she had on him.
Please, God, don’t let him laugh in my face.
***
Kurt hadn’t slept at all. His release in Becca’s apartment hadn’t soothed the need raging inside him. He’d spent a restless night in a futile attempt to ignore his painful arousal. Two cold showers this morning hadn’t solved the problem either. He’d seriously considered canceling an appointment for the first time in his life, but Dan counted on their sessions. The man had started making real progress in recent weeks. Kurt would never jeopardize his patient’s health.
In the end, duty won out over selfishness.
The thirst clawing at his throat would only be quenched when he saw Becca again, even if he had to pretend the experiment necessitated their interaction. Confessing the depth of his longing wasn’t an option, not if he wanted to preserve their working relationship and definitely not if he wanted a successful experiment. If he didn’t see this through, the board would have him banned.
The truth would destroy everything.
An eternity passed between each heavy tock of the second hand, until the hour freed him from his patient.
Finally, he could begin work on the Dream Machine for the day. He grabbed Becca’s lust-inducing shoe off the table in his office, his dick filling again at the sight of it. On the way toward his laboratory, he chuckled, recalling the classic fairy tale, Cinderella.
If claiming his princess and convincing her of their perfect fit could be so simple, he’d slip the spike heel on her right now. But her stubborn streak, and lack of self-awareness, prevented such an easy solution. Hell, he didn’t know what to make of things himself. The potent energy between them shocked him. It had taken all of his willpower to walk away from her last night. He grinned at the thought of continuing their journey while he opened the door to the laboratory.
He had so much to show her.
Her innocence drew him but he was man enough to admit it scared him, too. Without practical experience, Becca might fall victim to society’s propaganda promoting romantic ideals of love in relationships. She might forget her training, her understanding of science, and believe a relationship between two people consisted of more than compatible hormones and animal magnetism. But, he didn’t have a choice.
If he wanted to compile official data in support of the Dream Machine by the council’s deadline, he had to act now. However, if he came clean with himself, he’d have to admit his primary goal had transformed from proving