Julie and Beau are back in this sequel to the Sex Therapy series!
Julie fell in love with her psychologist and now they're busted. Dr. Konno's ex-wife, Steph, is more than happy to use all her advantages to rip them apart.
As the police are called in to intervene on their love, it'll take Julie's unyielding faith in her psychologist to get them out of trouble... and back into the bedroom where they want to be.
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“This won’t take long.” Greyson dropped a manila folder on the table and then sat across from her. He placed his elbows on the table and clasped his hands under his chin. “How are you?”
She lifted an eyebrow a fraction of an inch.
“As good as expected, I take it.” He sighed and opened the folder. “I’m sorry about all of this. And I’m sorry about last night. I’m not usually so aggressive but given the circumstances...” he trailed off and then lifted his head to look at her. “Just for the record, could I get your full name?”
She forced her lips to part and spoke only one word. “Lawyer.”
“You don’t need a lawyer if you aren’t charged with anything,” he said.
“If I’m not charged with anything, I don’t have to answer your questions and I don’t have to stay here.” She put her hands on the table and stood.
“Wait,” he said, his hand crossing the table, with fingers extended. “Please, it isn’t about you. It’s Beau.”
She ignored him and went to the door. It could be a lie, and she pretty sure it was one. He was going to try to get her to say something that would have them both in trouble. This was probably the dirty little promises and temptations she’d seen in cop shows over the years. That had to be a pain to cops today, she thought. Everyone knew their tactics.
“It’s true what he said,” he continued, not getting up. “She’s still in love with him. This is pretty much orchestrated by her.”
“Is she a policeman?”
She turned to him. “That’s right. She isn’t. So this isn’t orchestrated. You’re holding me here. You. Without causation. Any lawyer that walked in here now would have me file a lawsuit against this station for false imprisonment. So, let me go. Let Beau go.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “He’s already gone.”
Her breath caught and she suddenly felt the floor shift under her, but quickly realized it was just her legs shaking. “What?”
“He left about an hour after you both arrived.”
Her mouth dropped open and her lower lip quivered. She tried to think of the words but was afraid of the answer. He left? Without her?
Greyson frowned, leaning in on the table. “Seems he neglected to tell you that part. I didn’t believe it myself. He called her, she came to get him and he was released without my knowledge. That’s why you’ve been here for so long. She’d said something about taking you to a mental hospital or some shit, and I was looking for the paperwork for her. Only now that she has Beau, apparently she doesn’t care what happens to you. Or me.” He coughed. “I thought you’d help me out. Tell me more about him.”
“What makes you think I want to help you in any way?” She straightened her back, folded her arms over her chest and the faced the door.