Beauty and the Beast (15 page)

Unable to resist any longer, she looped her arms under his and over his shoulders, then pulled gently until he entered her heat. Their rhythm started, slow and steady. He fulfilled her every want and need. As they increased their pace, she thought they’d combust.

Groans escaped him as he drove in harder, deeper.

“Oh, Bruce.” A tingling started between her legs and spiraled out of control. She wrapped her legs around his thighs.

The headboard of the bed banged against the wall. The box spring squeaked as if it would break, but neither could stop.

She felt her muscles tightening around him and cried out, “Bruce!” She gripped the mattress.

He threw his head back. “Aaauuuugh!” he roared.

The feel of him hitting his climax pushed her into supernova. Her eyes flew open.

Nefertiti had moved the plush armchairs from her sitting area to the front of the bed. The room was plenty large enough that the rearrangement didn’t look cluttered. She wasn’t sure what to think about Dr. Herman yet. The small, middle-aged man sat across from her in khaki pants and a white polo shirt. His full head of dark hair had a few gray strands in it. He was easy to talk to, but he wasn’t so giving on his end.

“And what about your father?” Dr. Herman asked.

She stiffened. They’d already discussed her vicious mood swings and what triggered them—just about everything. In a way, she was grateful for the new twists added to the swings. Before Bruce came home, her mood had swung between depression, disheartenment, and disgust, but now, thankfully, laughter, love, and lust were thrown into the mix. If she could only exchange the Ds for the Ls, she’d be good to go.

She was presently telling Dr. Herman about the reactions she’d received from various people regarding her new look and had skipped her father. “What about him?” she said defensively.

“Your aunt Victoria says you’d like to speak with me about him.”

“Traitor,” she grumbled.

His smile was the deciding vote. She liked him. She picked at the non-existent lint on her indigo skirt. The chain around her ankle brought Bruce to her mind. They’d actually made love, but sadness had come out of it.

“Tell me about your father.”

“What is there to tell? He was my hero. Now he doesn’t want to be my hero.”

“What was your relationship with him like before the attack?”

“Daddy” was her first word. When she was three, she named her little female kitten Daddy after him. When she was seven, she took him to school for show and tell. When she was nine, he helped her skip school for a trip to the Chicago Art Institute. When she was eleven, he was the one she went to when she started her monthly cycle. When she was twelve, he was the first one she told that she’d marry Bruce Maxwell some day. When anything came up in her life, he was the one she turned to.

“I guess you could say we were close.”

“And what are you now?”

“Two people living separate lives.” She twisted the amber ring on her finger.

“Why?”

Head cocked to the side, she asked, “Why what?”

“Why live separate lives?”

She changed her mind. She didn’t like Dr. Herman after all. “Because he doesn’t want me!” She walked over to the window. “I won’t force myself on anyone.”

“Why do you think he is so distant?”

“Why do you ask so many damn questions? Why don’t you have any answers?”

He remained seated as he calmly said, “I don’t know your father. The answers you seek are within you. Do you honestly believe your hero has turned his back on you?”

Shoulders hunched, she admitted, “I don’t know. All I know is he couldn’t stand the sight of me. And now Bruce…” She trailed off. “What was I thinking?”

“How does Bruce fit into the equation?”

“My father and the man I’m in love with can’t stand the sight of me, that’s how.” She leaned her head against the window.

“From what I’ve heard, Bruce is quite taken with you.”

“Oh really.” She approached the doctor. “Then why did he make love to me in that bed right there,” she pointed to the bed, “without opening his eyes.” After a quick shower, she’d straightened the room and changed the linen.

Dr. Herman cleared his throat and adjusted the notepad on his lap.

“When he first kissed my belly, I didn’t think anything of it. Then I stopped paying attention.” She hated to admit it, but she had been lost in lust. She hadn’t had sex in over six months, and there she was with the man of her dreams. She didn’t trust her judgment regarding his actions and reactions. For all she knew, he was caught up in lust as much as she was. After all, he’d tried to bed her when she’d brought him dinner. So he wouldn’t have to see her scars, he’d suggested turning off the light.

She stilled her shaky voice. “As he suckled my neck, I happened to notice his eyes were closed. Then I closed my eyes; and when we hit our climax, I opened my eyes, and his were still closed.”

“Wait a second.” From the edge of his chair he asked, “Are you saying you had your eyes closed also? Yet you’re angry he had his eyes closed.”

She smiled at his momentary loss of objectivity. “The difference is he knows I’m afraid of seeing his reaction to the scars on my face. I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see the reaction.” She returned to her seat. “Now I don’t know what’s worse, seeing his reaction or the fact that he won’t even look me in the face.”

“You may be misinterpreting things with your father and Bruce. You need to tell them how you feel. Even if they say what you don’t want to hear, you’ll be better off.”

“Humph, better off. I hate that saying.” She curled her bare feet underneath her skirt and leaned on the arm of the chair. “Did I tell you my nurse said I was ‘better off’ than the woman in the room next to mine? She’d fallen off her horse and broken her back.” She drew her hands to her chest. “Don’t get me wrong. My heart goes out to her. She’s paralyzed and may never walk again. But Nurse Feel Good was saying that I have no room to complain because I’m ‘better off’ than others. ‘Your injuries are only cosmetic. At least you can walk and have been given your sight back,’ she said.”

He covered his cringe a tad bit too late.

“Yeah, I can see all right.” She traced the marks on her veiled face with her gloved fingers. “I saw people’s reaction to me when I didn’t have my veil, and it hurt. People say looks don’t matter, but then show that they do. I can see that people treat me differently, but expect me to react as if nothing has changed.”

 
“Sometimes people say things in hopes of lifting the other’s spirit or out of nervousness and end up being completely insensitive. My mother lost her battle with breast cancer a few years back.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m fine now, but you’d be shocked at how many people said, ‘At least she’s in a better place,’ or ‘At least she isn’t suffering anymore.’ Technically, they were correct, and I know they were only trying to help, but I’d just lost my mother. Sometimes there are no words to help ease a person’s grief.”

“I’ve been watching the news about the tornado relief going on in Macon County, and I feel so guilty.” Twenty-seven tornadoes had ravaged much of central Illinois, leaving death and destruction in their wake. “Those people lost their homes, and many lost loved ones. They literally lost everything, yet here I sit in this mansion complaining because I’m not beautiful. I get so disgusted with myself.” A nervous chill tickled her. “I’ve always donated to the Salvation Army and such, but since the attack… Well, let’s just say I think the folks down at the Salvation Army love me.” She tsked. “When did I become so vain?”

“You’re not complaining about a pimple on your nose. A madman carved a design into your face and marked your body. Anyone who hasn’t been where you are has no idea what you’re going through. And comparing your battle wounds with those of others is a waste of time. You’re not being overly vain. How do you think ‘Nurse Feel Good’ would react if she had been carved up?”

The more Dr. Herman spoke, the more she liked him. “I don’t think she’d be feeling ‘better off’ for sure.”

“Hell, I’ve decided that women are just out of their minds,” Bruce said to Dr. Herman, who sat at Bruce’s home office desk. “Did Nefertiti say anything about me?”

“I’d never break confidentiality. Why do you think women are out of their minds?”

“Because they are,” he answered from the window. Below he could see Nefertiti fanning herself and reading in the oriental rock garden. She’d taken off the gloves and was wearing the purple skirt and blouse he’d seen her in this morning. “I’ve been in love with Nefertiti for at least twenty years. Well, this afternoon we made love for the first time, and it was… spiritual.” He ran his hands over his close-shaven head. “Afterwards she started tripping.” He glanced over his shoulder at the doctor. “She apologized and said she regretted what we’d just shared, then kicked me out of her room. Can you believe that?”

“Do you have any clue about what triggered her reaction?”

“Besides women being crazy, no.”

“What were you doing prior to her mood swing?”

“Making love to her!” He flung his arms in the air. “I went out of my way to ensure she felt comfortable.”

“How?”

“Damn, you ask a lot of questions.” For a second he thought he saw the traces of a smile touch Dr. Herman’s lips. “As I’m sure you’ve figured out, Nefertiti is shy about people seeing her body, so I closed my eyes.” An odd pride filled him in the fact that she’d allowed him to see the scarring on her hands, arms, and upper chest. “You have no idea how hard it was for me not to open them. I did a few times, and thank God she wasn’t looking at me. She would have been mortified.”

The brief quandary on the doctor’s face confused Bruce. Dr. Herman tapped the end of his pen on his chin. “Has she told you anything about her father?”

“No, but Auntie Vic told me what happened this morning.” He settled in one of the leather armchairs in front of his desk. “What does Uncle Nathan being an ass have to do with me?” He chuckled. “Well, I’m an ass also, but damn.” He picked at the studs on the arm of the chair. “Hell, I’ll go down there this weekend and haul him up my damn self. I was furious when Auntie told me he’s been avoiding Nefertiti.”