Page 24 of Desire
“Nope,” I deny. “Her instructors are Andrya, Ayden, and Sidney. Those three are a nightmare to their section, and if I can make her day a little better and safer, I plan to.”
Isaac completes the task, and then turns to me. “You must have been a huge dick to go through all of this. What did you do?”
Sometimes, the fact that he knows me so well is a pain in the ass.
Scowling, I cross my arms, despising the suit I’m in. “I underestimated her, and ignored all of the signs that I needed to pay attention to. For example, her trial was super rushed, and I didn’t get any notice that she was coming here until the last moment. I thought we were done taking recruits. We also received barely any information about her,” I remind him.
Nodding, he glances at the computer to continue to go through the file. I complained about this when I had to go pick her up.
“She also had no idea what the camp was,” I tell him. His eyes snap back to mine and I nod. “The judge gave her this option or prison, and she chose FRC. Silla had absolutely no idea what this place was. There’s still a lot that she’s learning on the go.”
“You don’t typically admit new last minute entries like this,” Isaac mutters. “Get this, Patricia’s data looks rushed and off. I don’t think she even weighed her. What happened there?”
“Dammit, I really don’t want to have to interrogate her,” I groan.
“Like you’re grilling me so hard?” Isaac snickers.
“Seriously, why are you being so ridiculous right now?” I growl. “You seem kind of invested in Silla yourself, so I know I’m not the only one.”
“She drew me in with those damned eyes. Silla can say nothing and everything in the same breath. I really want to check on her, but I don’t know if that would be weird,” he grumbles.
An idea grows on me, and I nod. “She’s in the middle of her first poisons class right now. Why don’t you check on her after it? Say you just wanted to see how she’s acclimating to the camp, or some shit,” I suggest. Gods, I’m usually smoother with women, but Silla has short circuited my brain.
Isaac grunts in agreement, still looking through the medical chart. “Where‘s the log of her birth control implant?” he asks under his breath, and I feel a cold rush seep through my veins.
Did she tell her nurse she’s a virgin?It’s possible, but I don’t want to ask Patricia in the case she didn’t. Fuck these secrets, but they’re necessary. Virginity is something not often found in these halls.
“Shit,” I mutter as these thoughts crash over me. “Was her medical assessment cut short?”
“Yeah, Patricia states that someone pulled her out of the physical during it, but that she completed it to the best of her ability. There’s just so much that seems to be missing.” Isaac sighs. Glancing at me, there’s a heaviness in his gaze. “Now tell me what you did so I don’t have to walk into a minefield of shit.”
My ears warm at the tongue lashing because no one talks to me like this. I guess it keeps me humble, but damn. First Silla tells me I don’t know what’s happening in my facility, and now Isaac is giving me a dressing down.
“I pulled her out of dinner, because I noticed she skipped lunch. She acted kind of funny when we were in my office, as in her eyes kept looking for the exits,” I explain.
Isaac purses his lips as he listens. “She actually did this a bit when I was talking to her. I think she may be claustrophobic. Silla started sweating a little when she was sitting in my cubicle, but I wasn't sure until now. She locks down her emotions hard, which is smart since her instructors enjoy exploiting weaknesses, but I wonder what happened to her for this to happen.”
Blowing out a breath, I decide to dive in. “None of this leaves this office,” I tell him, staring him down. Isaac just shrugs, because he’s a vault and the keeper of secrets. I’m not impressing him at all with my need for secrecy. “Silla is the Queen’s step-sister, so based on the stories I hear about her, neither of their lives were easy. The royals are cagey bastards anyway, and constantly being written about in the gossip columns, so it makes sense that she hides so much about herself.”
Nodding, Isaac files the information away and looks at me expectantly. Fuck.
“Okay, so in my office, she flirted with me a little, and I pushed back,” I tell him, a little sheepishly.
“You know she told me some of her charges are incorrect. Were you an asshole because she supposedly sleeps with people for money?” Isaac asks, anger seeping into his tone.
“Kind of?” I say, panic coloring my voice. Yeah, I definitely could have played things differently in my office. “She’s just so tempting, beautiful, and she was rubbing my cock with her foot!”
Isaac looks a bit disappointed in me, and honestly I’m pissed with myself. I explain the details of our conversation, how I hauled her into my lap because I was going to blow like a fourteen-year-old boy if she didn’t stop rubbing my dick. I don’t have a foot fetish, but she can rub my cock with anything she wants at this point.
Rubbing my face, I blow out a breath. “She was soft, responsive, and incredible, Isaac. The noises Silla makes—”
“Did you fuck her?” Isaac snarls and I shake my head.
“No, I spooked her, she screamed at me, and then ran.” I sigh. “I was playing a fucked up version of twenty questions as I teased her body. She’s such a fortress of control, I enjoyed watching her let go.”
“You’re such an ass, I’m sure it was utterly perfect until you fucked it up. Now that you’re asking me to basically check on her for you, I need to know what she yelled at you,” Isaac grouses.
“That’s the thing… it’s kind of a big deal and no one else can know,” I tell him.