Anton could see she wasn't going to let it drop. "She calls me Anton, my middle name, because she thinks the name Donald is too common." Sounded plausible.... "We dated for a while, but once I unlocked the crazy—totally by accident—it ceased to be fun."
"After you had sex, you mean," she countered.
"Yes, with an explanation!" he hurried to add. "She came onto me. Seduced me."
"You went along!" she was getting a dangerous attitude.
"With respect, you don't have a dick. But you know how a man reacts to great tits and a tight ass?"
The women nodded in unison, frowning. All six of them had their arms crossed, leaning forward aggressively.
"She's got both—and a very strong grip. She cornered me in a club, flashed the T & A and gave me a very compelling argument for why we needed to have sex. Might have had something to do with her hand down my pants. It was a bad decision, but a great one at the same time. You know the song, Super Freak?"
They all nodded.
"Describes her perfectly. She did crazy hot things to me in bed—all over the apartment—in the club bathroom.... Then she tied me up when I was sleeping, and wouldn't set me free for twenty-four hours. Not as much fun as it sounds. I f**ked her so much, my dick hurt. So, if that makes me her boyfriend, whatever. I ran as fast as I could. Far, far away."
It wasn't entirely accurate on timeline, but the events were the truth. It had taken a few months for the worst levels of insanity showed up. When she came at him with a few toys, of a very personal, and dubious, nature, he'd cut her off. Part of the move to the country, had been to rid himself of Clarise.
"Please, keep her away. Lock her up, if you have to. She's deeply disturbed, and she scares the balls off me."
"You think she's dangerous?" the head nurse said.
"Yes, ma'am. She really needs help." He firmly believed that. Despite their conflicts, no one deserved to go untreated.
"I'll get on that. I'm sorry she upset you."
"Thanks. I'm sorry, too. Confused about how she found me."
"Your picture's been on the news, and in every paper in the tri-city area."
"Shit."
"...on a stick. I'll make that call." She hurried to the desk and he heard her talking urgently.
"You telling the truth?" Maya demanded.
"And nothing but. I don't want to see anyone hurt. She and I had our differences, but I truly believe she needs help."
"Okay. Just being sure."
Dr. Maddox came in a few minutes later. "They're evaluating your girlfriend."
He caught the hostile note in her voice. "Not my girlfriend. Even when we were having crazy-psycho sex, she wasn't. She was the woman I was f**king."
"Not dating?" the hostility hadn't diminished.
"Not unless sex in public bathrooms constitutes dating, no. She liked to f**k in weird places. I went along, because it was hot and I was horny. We never, ever went on an actual date."
"You're using the f-word an awful lot."
"How do you describe it when it's merely the act, with no emotional connection?"
"You always like that? Because Dr. Lister isn't like that—at all."
"No. And she's a lady through and through. No man in his right mind would treat her like that. She'd take him apart. I was like that with Clarise, because she initiated it. It was how she wanted it."
"Tabitha had a real bad breakup recently. And normally, I wouldn't say anything, but she's a good friend. And she's vulnerable."
"I know about her divorce," he stated calmly. "And I would never mistreat her. Did she send you to talk to me?"
Maddox looked slightly embarrassed.
"She did! Tell her she can talk to me about it. Ask me anything. I don't want lies between us."
"Why?" that question came from Maddox. "Men lie."
"So do women. Don't make it a gender based issued. Everyone lies. I won't lie to her. But she has to realize, there are some things I can't tell her right now." Like his real name. How he grew up. What his job was. Later, when they were alone, he'd explain.
There were other questions bubbling near the surface. Maddox wanted so much to ask him, he could feel it in her.
"Ask," he commanded. "Get it out of your system. My friends can ask anything. I reserve the right not to answer."
"Fair enough." She sat on the stool by the bed.
He waited while she put her thoughts in order. She'd been sure he'd refuse, he could see it in her face.
"Are you a thief?"
"No." At least, not anymore. He'd decided he was done. "I test security systems, find weaknesses." True.
"Like at jewelry shows?"
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