Wicked Nights by Gena Showalter5/22/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() She'd like to say he was the first medical professional to violate her confidence. ![]() Humiliation still burned hot and deep, a fire in her blood. Out there in the real world, a stunner like you would make me work for something as simple as a dinner date. But last night he had sedated her with the express purpose of stripping her, touching her in ways he shouldn't and taking pictures. Well, he'd drugged her every day of his two-month employment at the Moffat County Institution for the Criminally Insane. She would never willingly do anything to please him. How that smugness grated-not that she'd ever let him know. The longer she stared at him, silent, the more his lips curled upward. At five ten, he was only a bit taller than her, on the thin side and, if you ignored the blackness of his soul, moderately attractive. In his early forties, the doctor had thinning salt and pepper hair, dark brown eyes and perfectly tanned, though slightly lined, skin. Fitzherbert, though the other patients in the "trust circle" remained in her periphery. "How does that make you feel, Annabelle?" The male voice lingered over the word "feel," adding a disgusting layer of sleaze.Īnnabelle tilted her head to the side, her gaze locked on Dr. ![]()
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