the bottom of my stomach since I woke up and he wasn’t there. It’s…annoying. I know we have no future, so why am I trying to prolong this stupid affair. This is just so messed up. Why in the hell is he my cousin? It’s not natural to be so attracted to a blood relative. My mind drifts back to last night. He’s amazing. I smile again. I know he was right there with me during the sex, the whole six amazing hours of it. No wonder I’m sore, the man is an animal. The kind of animal that has you begging for seconds. I know he lost his head as much as I did, but then he left without saying goodbye. Why? At least I have left the walls for communication open now and he has texted back. Perhaps he’s working?
My boss Henry comes into my office.
“Hi Natasha. Just checking that you still want to go with Peter tomorrow?”
I frown as I try to remember what he is talking about. “Where to?”
“Remember he has that appointment at the detention centre regarding that bail hearing he’s got coming up. He just needs a witness that’s all. I can send someone else if you are too busy.”
“No, I’ll go. I just forgot about it.” I smile.
“Ok good, it will be good experience for you, that’s all.” Henry is my boss. He’s kind of wonderful. Although I’m qualified to do this job, I am much younger and less experienced than the other sexual psychologists but Henry took a liking to me in my internship and offered me a position after I finished university. I am still on the relatively easy cases but am learning every day. This job is the opportunity of a lifetime. I’m grateful that he had the faith in me to give me the opportunity.
“Yeah sounds good. I’m looking forward to it”. I smile as he leaves the office. Thank god—a distraction. I need to stop obsessing about Mr Stanton. If he wants to see me he will have to ring me. I texted him…now he will have to call me. He better call me.
I stare out of the window of the car on the way to the detention centre. My mind is constantly flicking between current events and images of Mr Stanton making love to me. I’m over it. I need to grow up.
“So, Peter, tell me the drill when we get there.”
He smiles warmly. Peter is in his fifties and one of the most senior qualified psychologists we have. His silver hair is the only giveaway to how old he is; if not for that he could be in his thirties. He really looks after himself. He deals with sexual violence and crimes of that nature. The majority of his clients are male and in prison. I’m interested in why he needs a witness today.
“I’m seeing Coby Allender.”
I frown. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
He smiles. “He’s the guy that they suspect is a serial killer. He’s being charged with fourteen counts of murder.”
My eyes widen. “Did he do it?”
He shrugs. “Not sure. The man is smarter than any of us. Has the highest IQ of anyone I have ever met. They think he has an accomplice, so they keep sending me in to try and find out. Don’t worry. You won’t be in the room with us; you will be in a glass interview room behind a mirror. Although all the sessions are taped I just need a witness to come with me. Prison policy.”
I nod. “Ok. I can do that.”
We arrive and we are escorted through the office and searched. The place is unnerving and my heart rate rises just being behind these walls. We are led down a long corridor which looks like part of a hospital. There we are introduced to two prison wardens.
“This is Natasha Marx. She will be witnessing today.” I smile and shake the hands of the two wardens.
They are tall and strong and exactly like I would picture them in my head. The first dark guy shakes my hand, “Nice to meet you. George Hamil.” I smile and nod. The second warden shakes my hand, “Jesten Miller.” I shake his hand and am jolted by a shock of sexual energy. My eyes fly up to meet his and he smirks a knowing smile. Hmm. I jerk my hand out of his.
“Hello,” I stammer, shocked by my physical reaction to Jesten. He’s tall, blonde, big and muscular. Looks like Thor or something. Hmm, the mind boggles. We continue down the hall and George and Peter turn to me.
“You go with Jesten. He will stay with you in the witness room.” I smile nervously at Jesten and he nods warmly. Jeez. Jesten leads me down another long corridor and opens a door. We both enter, the room is dark and has seats in a row that look onto another interview room. I nervously take a seat, he takes the one right next to me. Bloody hell, he smells good. I smile awkwardly at him as I realise he is the only man other than the beautiful Mr Stanton that has had a physical effect on me.
”So your name is Natasha?”
I nod and smile. “Jesten, that’s an unusual name.”
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, my mum’s a tripper.”
I smile and he winks at me. Hmm, he’s a little bit cute. He has a naughty boy appeal going on.
“You haven’t been here before have you?”
I frown. “How do you know that?”
“Because we don’t get hot psychologists here often.” His eyes lock on mine. “And I would have remembered you.”
Is he flirting with me? “Um, no I haven’t. This is new for me.”