She is somewhat correct. I also like women with an ass, not something that looks like it’s been run over by a steamroller a couple of times. “Lady, get the fuck away from me before I call the cops.”
“Oh, you won’t.”
I give her my best level stare. “Try me.”
“Is it because I’m not her?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Is it because I’m not a fat cow like her?” Her voice is getting loud, and anger lends a razor glint to her eyes. Oh boy.
“Paige is not a cow. She’s my fiancée.”
“She’s fucking fat! What the hell do you see in her? Why would you want her when you can have me? Haven’t you read all the letters I sent?” She drops her skirt, revealing thigh-highs and a lacy garter belt.
I’ve always thought nice lingerie improved a woman. But she’s an exception.
When I don’t react in the way she obviously expected, she spreads and bends her knees. The lewd gesture shows her panties—apparently made crotchless with scissors before she came inside the room—and her private parts.
Jesus, my eyes. Maybe one of the doctors here can induce strategic amnesia.
Crimson mottles her face and neck. “Why don’t you want this? Why don’t you want me? Can’t you see I’m all wet?”
Good fucking god. She’s gotta be off her meds. What the fuck is wrong with the hospital that they hired unhinged people like her? I reach for my phone. “I’m calling the cops. I’ve had enough.”
She lunges for me. “I am the Cinderella you need. I’ve waited so long for you!”
I sidestep her. High heels are not conducive for physical activity, and I’ve learned some moves from doing my own stunts in action flicks. She goes past and I open the door.
“I need security!” I yell into the hall. “Now!”
“No!” The psycho nurse comes after me, but she’s still hampered by her footwear. The cheap shoes clack on the linoleum. She hasn’t even bothered to put her clothes back on.
What a damn spectacle.
A nurse walking by gasps, her eyes wide.
“Get security,” I tell her. “Right now. Unless you want to hear from my lawyer.”
Near-Naked Nurse grabs my wrist. “Ryder! My prince!”
Yeesh. I yank my arm away. Her grip is stronger than expected, and it takes some effort to get free.
“Why are you doing this?” Tears gather in her eyes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you to realize the truth about us?”
“The only truth is that you need some serious help.” I stay in the hall, trying to ensure she stays here rather than wander off to other areas with young children. But she’s seriously making my skin crawl.
Her mouth pinches until the lips form a tight, ugly line. “It’s all that bitch’s fault! I’m gonna get her, you know!”
“Listen to me carefully. There is nothing between us. Nothing. If we were stranded on Mars, I wouldn’t want you. Understand?”
“You asshole! I sent you gifts!”
You and ninety-nine percent of my sociopath psycho fans.
She jumps suddenly and rams her face into my biceps. Her teeth cut into my skin, and I shove her away, palm to her forehead.
“What the hell?” I look down and see blood well in an arc.