"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

After years of abuse at the sadistic hands of his Stepfather, Issac Carmichael had finally snapped in a haze of hatred, pain, and feelings of total helplessness. It was his driving need to get away from the abuse and torment, and a desperate attempt of self preservation he had made a choice. A life altering decision that he had no recourse but to act on it at the first given opportunity. And the penalty for that choice landed him where he was, in court standing on trial for his crime. But instead of life prison; he was deemed insane by the wonderful panel of his peers and sent off to Covington Behavioral Institute to be analyzed and treated. He was supposed to spend anywhere from 10 years to the rest of his life here and Issac thought it was better than where he was coming from. He just wanted to finally be left alone, and Issac didn't make it easy for anyone to get close to him or even speak to him.That was until Dr. Royce Covington stepped in to personally handle his case. The esteemed and world renowned Psychiatrist, and owner of the Behavioral Institute and the most beautiful man Issac has ever laid his eyes upon in all the years of his miserable messed up life. The slender man was to be his shrink, to try to figure out what made him tick, to bring him out of his shell, to find out the why behind his murderous act, and to treat his self destructive behavior. Read the difficult journey of these two, the compassionate Doctor and the unwilling Patient.