That night, Kathy saw Joseph bring a bag in, and reach for it curiously. “What did you bring me?”
“Formal attire.” At her baffled look, he elaborated, “You can leave the hospital tomorrow. That night you’ll accompany me to a banquet, hmm?”
“What banquet?”
“For Mathew’s new company.”
Kathy furrowed her brow and blurted out, “You’re not going to sabotage him, are you?”
Joseph laughed. “Do you want to see me ruin things so badly?”
Kathy bit her lip. She knew Joseph better than anybody. She knew that beneath his urbane exterior lurked anger and violence. But she liked him so much. “Of course I do,” she nodded, though she was only kidding.
“Tomorrow I can leave the hospital,” she went on, “and soon my break will be over. I’ll miss it,” she admitted as she unwrapped her gown. Here she ate well, lived well, slept well. It was first-class treatment. If not for a few things, she’d consider it the finest living indeed.
He smirked. “What, you want to stay sick here?”
Immediately she shook her head. “No, no. I want to get better soon.” She still had many things she needed to do—she couldn’t fritter away all her time in the hospital. “I’ll go try on my clothes,” she said, getting out of bed to go to the restroom.
But Joseph stopped her, shutting the door and the curtains. “Try them on here.”
Kathy stared. To get dressed where he could see… to have him watch… It was unacceptable. She didn’t listen to him, hurried to the bathroom—but slipped in her haste, nearly fell. Joseph caught her up against him, murmuring against her hair, “Kathy, if you don’t stop this, when you get out the hospital I’ll take you home and not let you leave.”
Kathy was once again struck speechless. Joseph took the opportunity to crouch down and help her fix her shoe. “Get dressed here. If you don’t want me to look, I won’t look.” That said, he went to the balcony, closed that door too.
Kathy, watching him, couldn’t help but smile. The dress fit just right—it was pale pink, and showed off her shoulders and her slim waist. When Joseph turned around, he was struck dumb, his eyes glowing. “Does it look all right?” Kathy laughed, enjoying his uncharacteristic speechlessness.
“Of course my wife looks beautiful.” He approached, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and nudging her onto the balcony. His eyes full of lust, he murmured in her ear, “You really are trying to seduce me.”
Kathy smiled. The hospital room had no mirror, she’d no idea what she looked like. She made to reply, but he didn’t give her the chance, instead kissing her hungrily, to the point she could scarcely breathe. He was always this fierce, this commanding.
His hand was on the small of her back, but it moved up slowly. Everywhere he touched was electric; everywhere he touched, she went soft and weak. But when he released her, she shoved him away. “That… That was uncalled for!”
Something dangerous sparked in his gaze. “Was it?”
Kathy knew that look. She ran to the bed, pouting, “I’m still in the hospital, I’m still a patient, how can you bully me?”
He pursed his lips. “I’ve not even begun to bully you yet.”
Kathy flushed…
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