Samson's Lovely Mortal
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“You can’t sue me for that. I told you to sleep with her, once, and then move on.” The doctor threw up his hands.
“Oh shut up, you quack!” she interrupted. “What kind of doctor tells his patient to sleep with somebody? Where did you study medicine? In a whorehouse?” If he had actually studied medicine. She doubted it.
Drake wanted to protest, but she continued. “What? Am I getting too close to the truth? Don’t bother answering, ‘cause I don’t care what you have to say. You couldn’t prescribe him some Viagra instead? No, you had to tell him to sleep with a human.”
“Viagra doesn’t work on vampires,” Samson interjected.
“I can see why you like her.” The doctor gave Samson a knowing look. “She’s a lot like you.”
“I’m not like him at all!”
“Case in point. Just as stubborn and insolent. It doesn’t surprise me at all that you two are drawn to each other.”
“I’m not drawn to him. I don’t want a relationship with a vampire. Damn it, he dragged me here.”
The doctor shook his head. “That’s what your head’s telling you, but your body speaks louder. How did you get here?”
“What’s that got to do with it?” Defiantly Delilah crossed her arms over her chest. If he was trying to trick her into something, she’d be on her guard.
“How did you get here?”
“In my car,” Samson replied in her stead.
“Willingly then.”
“No.”
“You bound her?” Did they have to talk about her like she wasn’t even in the room?
Samson shook his head. “Delilah had plenty of opportunities to get out.”
“Yet you didn’t—because you don’t want to get away. Not from him and not from this relationship.”
“That’s not true!” she yelled at him.
“Just because you’re getting louder, doesn’t make it true. Who are you trying to convince? Me? Samson? Or maybe yourself?”
Delilah didn’t answer. She hated it when people found her buttons and pushed them.
“Let’s get back to the beginning then. When you had sex with each other, I assume, you didn’t know Samson wasn’t human?”
“You’ve got that right.” No way in hell would she have slept with him had she known. Right?
“Well, did you feel that something was wrong when you had sex with him?”
“Wrong? No, nothing felt wrong.” Their lovemaking was perfect.
“It was perfect,” Samson said quietly.
She looked at him, not knowing whether to answer back or not.
“I’ve never felt anything better in my life.” It was as if he plucked the thoughts right out of her head.
Her cheeks heated at Samson’s admission, and she turned away. It wasn’t fair that he made her feel so warm inside.
“So you had sex, and then? What happened?” The doctor leaned forward.
“We had sex again, and again. Shall I go on?” Samson smirked.
Was he actually enjoying this session?
The doctor waved him off. “I think I get the picture.”
“You’re leaving something important out,” she sniped. “Namely that you checked up on my background because you didn’t trust me. You thought I was after your damn money. Looks like I should have checked up on you instead!”
“I explained to you why I did it, and I apologized for it.”
“And then you turned around and continued lying to me about what you are!”
“What did you expect me to do? For the first time in my life I meet a woman who makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, who takes me to another place when she kisses me, who makes me feel the sun on my skin … and then I’m supposed to tell her the one thing that will make her run away from me? So I hoped that if I made you love me first, then maybe I had a chance that you’d stay with me once I told you. I needed more time. I was going to tell you.” Samson’s voice was pleading, urging her to listen to him. She didn’t know how to respond.
“Tell me about the sun on your skin,” the shrink demanded. “I’m curious.”
Samson looked at her when he answered the question. “When you kiss me, you transport me to a meadow of lavender. I can feel the sun shine on my skin, but it doesn’t burn, my skin doesn’t blister. I feel the warmth, and I can smell the scent of lavender in the air as if I was actually there, walking on soft grass.”