Submit to Me

25 - Aaron *

"Hey Nancy, is Shayla busy with anyone at the moment?"

"No, her last patient had just left."

I pointed at Shayla's door. "Is it all right if I just head on in, then?"

Since Shayla hired her a few years ago, this woman has expressed interest in me. Every time I enter this place, her face lights up, and her eyes twinkle. Her smile also always shows she wants me, as it's displayed on her lips right now. The funny thing is, she's like twenty years older than me. And she's married.

"Yeah. You can scare your sister like you always do," she snickered. "Don't tell her I said that—she'd fire me."

I flashed her a grin. Nancy knows just how much I love teasing and frightening my sister. "She wouldn't fire you. If she had the option, in a heartbeat, she'd fire me as having me as her older brother." I laughed. "I won't be long," I assured. "I have somewhere else I need to be in a little while."

A devilish grin was plastered on my face as I headed to Shayla's room. Without knocking, I shouted as I shoved the door open, "There's a massive fire in the building! You need to hurry that fucking ass off that chair and away from your desk. Come on! You need to get out of here! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

I laughed hard when Shayla's head flung up quickly, and she jumped high into the air from her chair. Then, I laughed even harder when I got the angry look I knew would follow once she saw it was me.

"You're an asshole," she hissed, her hand pressed against her chest, directly over her heart.

I headed to the chair before her desk, proudly grinning for getting her once again. "How am I an asshole? Don't you think the fire alarms would've sounded off? And wouldn't the sprinkler system have been activated if there were have been a fire?"

She had a blazing fire in her eye that showed she wanted to kill me, and my smile widened even further at that. "It doesn't matter dickhead. You still scared the living bejesus out of me—again..." She leaned in her chair and crossed her arms against her chest with a scowled look. "What are you doing here anyway? I didn't see any crazy, ridiculous names or your name on the schedule today."

"Sloane."

She leaned forward, her hands folding on her desk, sighing. "You know the rules. I can't discuss anything she's told me about with you."

I nodded, acknowledging her comment. "I know."

"Then why are you here about her? Is she not doing well?"

I smiled. "No, Sloane's fine. I came here to thank you for what you're doing with her. Because whatever it is you're doing is working. She's a different person since she started seeing you a week ago. Am I jealous?" I nodded, answering my own question. "Yes." I held up my fingers, slightly pinching them. "A little. Because I thought I was doing everything right with her. Like I told you before. She'd do well, and then she'd fall right back into that fucking rabbit hole."

Shayla grinned. "You were probably pushing her, demanding she listen to you."

Was I?

I didn't think I was.

I was only trying to get her to see what I saw: a gorgeous woman.

"I wasn't."

"You were," she strongly suggested. "I also changed her antidepressants." I knew it. "That's as far as I'm telling you. That one you can know about. I didn't like the ones they had her on."

"I had a feeling you did, but I didn't want to ask and offend her."

I noticed the way Shayla was studying me, and I wondered why she was. My brows joined together when I said, "What?"