Make Me Sin (Bad Habit Book 2) by J.T. Geissinger

Author:J.T. Geissinger [Geissinger, J.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503951525
Published: 2016-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

“Holy mother of God.”

Staring at me in white-faced shock, my father stands rigidly in the doorway of my room. Even at five o’clock in the morning, called to the hospital where his injured daughter is being treated after being brutally attacked, he’s showered and clean-shaven, perfectly put together in a navy bespoke Brioni suit with coordinating tie and pocket square, looking every inch the wealthy, successful businessman he is.

Until I see him, I’ve gotten myself pretty well under control. The moment he steps in the room, however, I revert to a frightened five-year-old who needs her father to check on the strange noise she’s heard underneath her bed.

My face screws up, and I start to cry. I whisper, “Daddy.”

Moving faster than I’ve seen him move in years, he runs to my bedside and takes me in his arms. He silently rocks me, letting me cry all over his beautiful custom lapel.

When I’m a little better, I withdraw, leaning back against the pillow. He hands me his handkerchief. I blow my nose into it, conscious that I’ve just ruined a two-hundred-dollar square of Hermès silk, yet taking comfort in the knowledge that my father won’t care one bit.

The third degree begins.

“How do you feel? How are they treating you? Is the doctor competent? I’ve called Dr. Mendelsohn; he’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

Dr. Mendelsohn is my family’s personal doctor, kept on retainer like an attorney for everything from annual checkups to emergency treatment. My mother is a career hypochondriac and my father can’t tolerate waiting for anything so mundane as an office appointment; hence the ridiculous luxury of a twenty-first-century house-call physician, who will travel to any location in the world to tend to his employers at the drop of a hat.

Sometimes my parents are mortifying. Right now, I’m so grateful for them I could die.

“They’re taking good care of me. I feel okay. My throat hurts. I think my face looks worse than it is.”

My father’s mouth tightens. Clearly he thinks my face looks pretty bad. “Have they fed you?”

“I got the regulation gruel half an hour ago. I’m expecting sepsis to set in any minute.”

My lame attempt at humor takes the edge off the killer ferocity in his eyes. Now he looks merely furious.

“How long have you been here?”

“Since about eleven last night.”

“And what tests have they done?”

I tell him about all the tests, and the results. He nods, grimly satisfied. “When do they expect to release you?”

“They haven’t said yet. There was some concern about my throat closing because of swelling, but so far that hasn’t happened . . .”

Murder has renewed in my father’s eyes. I squeeze his hand.

“I’m okay, Dad. It could’ve been a lot worse; I got away.” I try to be lighthearted. “Plus, I kneed Eric in the balls and got to use Mom’s pepper spray on his sorry ass, so it wasn’t a total loss.”

We fall quiet. Because I know my father so well, I see he’s struggling with guilt over our last meeting, the awful dinner when he asked when Eric and I were going to get married.

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