Honest

four

I clear my throat, ignoring his words. I shift in my chair. He watches my legs with a sly smile.

"You have a gorgeous figure." He observes.

"Why would you say that?" I respond, setting down my pad.

He looks at me through his lashes. "The same reason I say, or don't say anything: because it's true."

Huh. "Let's talk about that for a moment. You claim you're always honest."

"I hate liars. I don't lie."

I snort. "All humans lie."

"You act like lying is necessary to survive."

"Sometimes, it is."

He looks away. "I don't agree with that. That's what people say, but it always backfires. Or, do you think that lying is a good habit to have?" He quirks a brow.

"I don't think it's good habit. But I believe it can be necessary."

He smiles. "Well, we all have our own philosophies, Doctor Brown."

I relent, changing the topic. "So what are you looking forward to once your released?"

He licks his lips, making me shift my eyes to my paper.

"I'm looking forward to having a beautiful pair of chocolate thighs around my waist."

I swallow, shifting once more.

"Yours, preferably," He smirks. "But I guess we'll see. You don't seem opposed to the idea, Doctor Brown."

"Again, refrain from inappropriate remarks like that, Ray."

He shrugs. "Do you enjoy when most inmates openly lust after you, are you creaming just for me?"

I rub my thighs together, closing my legs tightly.

"That's going to conclude our session today."

"Please, come back tomorrow, Doctor Brown. I really enjoy your visits," He rasps sexily.

"Have a good night, Mr. Powell."

"With you in my dreams?" He quips, "Oh it's bound to be."

That damned criminal. How dare he!

Of course this isn't the first time an inmate has hit on me. It's just the first time I...

I turn back around, and I sit. No. No I'm not running this time. He quirks a brow, but says nothing, putting the ball in my court.

"Why do you do that?" I ask softly. "Does it see amuse you to see me unnerved?"

"I would say no, but it'd be a lie. Frankly, I say it because I mean it. But I won't deny," He leans back, "It is amusing to watch you struggle, fighting your attraction to a prisoner."

So he's sadistic. He finds amusement in my suffering. Then I won't suffer.

"Did no one teach you?" I offer a smirk of my own, "You don't mess with fire if you don't want to get burned."

"And if I do?" He shoots back. "If I like playing with the fire between your legs, getting it as hot as I can?"

I shrug. "Then don't complain when it goes south."

"Oooh," He coos. "Someone has a pair of lady-balls. And here I thought you were a little saint."

I smile. "Have you ever noticed how young Saints die? They don't live long, do they?"

His large stature shakes with laughter, his eyes closing with mirth.

"And what's a sinner like you doing preaching redemption to people like me?"

I cross my legs. "I think your view of the world is very narrow, Ray. There's no saints. We're all sinners. And as for redemption, I've never said anything about that, now did I?"

He smiles, his black eyes shining. "You sure didn't. Tell me little Ms. Sinner: Just how dirty are you?"

I eye him silently. I bring my hands to my shirt, unbuttoning the first one. His eyes fix themselves on the display, his smile falling in the slightest.

I unbutton The second, slowly, deliberately. My fingers clasp the third, my cleavage poking through the shirt.

"I guess you'll never know, huh?" I stand, as he chuckles lightly.

"Good-bye Mr. Powell." I walk away, victorious.

Why the hell am I flirting with this man?