He was spot on.
Dr. Shen was as dense as a log. Just a moment ago, when she plopped down on his lap, he tensed up like a rock. And those eyes? Full of disdain. If he couldn’t stand the sight of them, why did he even bother coming around?
Lately, he’d been showing up every single day, asking for the company of a few of the girls. He was too good for drinking games, too good for any games, really. In the end, all they could do was sit with him while he read. And he wouldn’t even let them leave! The girls often ended up dozing off. He claimed it was some kind of psychological therapy experiment. But hey, at least he tipped well, which was the only reason the girls put up with it.
Today, in a rush, she had roped in a few of the girls. He wanted more, um, intimacy. So, she gathered her courage and cozied up on his lap. But this guy was as unexciting as a monk. She sneakily checked his pulse, and sure enough, no excitement—his heartbeat was almost sluggish. But when that door swung open? His heart kicked into overdrive, like a freight train thundering past.
Hailey had seen her share of characters at the Imperial Club, but now she got it. Dr. Winston's so-called therapy? He had a thing for a guy named Cassie. Maybe he was hanging out here, hoping to spark some interest in women, just to deny his real feelings. Hailey found the whole situation amusing, so she played along, flirting with Cassie even more.
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