Page 133 of Brainwashed

Keys jingle, the door opens, and I’m met with the sandy blonde hair and mossy green eyes of Rook. “Hey, #89. Against the wall, please.” He sounds exhausted.

I turn and place my forehead flat on the wall as he comes up behind me and cuffs my wrists. No shackles this time. He must be too tired… Or he just doesn’t care anymore.

As we’re walking the halls, I can’t help peeking at him. He’s actually an inch or so shorter than me, but he carries himself in a way that you don’t even notice it. He has this cop air about him… It makes me nervous more than anything.

It reminds me of the day I was caught.

The sounds of shouting fill my ears. Scopes pointed at my head.

I shake it off. “Is it true the prison is on lockdown?”

Rook doesn’t answer me. He’s gaze is aimed forward, strong hand wrapped around my bicep as he pulls me along, stumbling because I can’t fucking see.

“Is the Warden pissed?” I ask quietly.

“What do you think?” Rook hisses, an angry look I can barely make out falling to me.

Alright, jeez. Relax.

I don’t speak another word.

We reach Dr. Love’s office, and in an instant, my heart is jumping up into my throat. Rook knocks on the door, opens it, and shoves me inside, removing my cuffs and storming away before the door is even done closing behind him.

My blurred gaze goes across the room to where Dr. Love is sitting at his desk. For a moment he doesn’t acknowledge me, and I just stand there, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do.This is so awkward…

I’ve only ever hooked up with guys who I’ve killed after. Accept Bobby, but he was just an idiot. I’ve never had to repeatedly face a man after doing what Dr. Love and I have done together. Especially one as buttoned-up-straight as him.

I clear my throat, prepared to ask about my new glasses, but before I can, I see him jumping up from his desk. He rounds it and storms over to me fast, getting up close to me. He’s all I can smell… That mouthwatering scent, like sweet and musky together. Dessert and rich leather, or something. It’s intoxicating.

I tilt my face up to look at him, wishing like hell he wasn’t so foggy. Still, I can make him out. Like his darker skin is easier for my eyes to distinguish or something, who knows. But I love it so much. It gives me comfort, deep in my bones.

“Your eyes…” he breathes, voice rumbling into me like bass. And all I can think about is the way it felt to have his lips on mine. His dick in my hand and his tongue in my mouth…

Jesus, it was like a bite of forbidden fruit. More so than any evil thing I’ve ever done.

He clears his throat and inches away. “What happened to your glasses?”

“Someone broke them in the showers,” I tell him.

His hand lifts. It almost touches me, but he pulls it away before it can. “Are you hurt?”

I shake my head. “I just hate not being able to see…”

“I know,” he says softly.

He walks to the table by the door and picks up a package, opening it quickly. When he comes back to me, he has frames in his hand.

“I hope they’re right. I had to call around to get your most recent prescription.”

And then he places them onto my face. Slides them on slowly, like Cinderella’s glass slipper.

If I wasn’t swooning so goddamn hard, I’d feel like the biggest loser in the world. But I don’t even care.

That was… sexy as fuck.

I can see his face now, perfectly. He’s crystal clear. Serious, stern, robotic, as usual. But with the tiniest hint of nervous affection that makes me want to drop to my knees right here.

“Perfect,” I whisper, then blink. “I mean… it looks great. Thank you.”