His eyes blazed, searing me with heat.
"I've never lied to you."
"Do you want her to ask you for things, Gideon?" Dr.
Petersen queried.
Gideon frowned.
"Think about that.
We'll come back to it."
Dr.
Petersen turned his attention to me.
"I'm intrigued by the photo you took, Eva.
You were confronted with a situation that many women would find deeply upsetting - " "There was no situation," Gideon reiterated coldly.
"Her perception of a situation," Dr.
Petersen qualified.
"A patently ridiculous perception, considering the physical aspect of our relationship."
"All right.
Let's talk about that.
How many times a week do you have sex? On average."
My face heated.
I looked at Gideon, who returned my look with a smirk.
"Umm ."
My lips twisted ruefully.
"A lot."
"Daily?" Dr.
Petersen's brows rose when I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, nodding.
"Multiple times daily?" Gideon stepped in, "On average."
Laying his tablet flat on his lap, Dr.
Petersen met Gideon's gaze.
"Is this level of sexual activity customary for you?" "Nothing about my relationship with Eva is customary, Doctor."
"What was the frequency of your sexual encounters prior to Eva?" Gideon's jaw tensed, and he glanced at me.
"It's okay," I told him, even as I conceded that I wouldn't want to answer that question in front of him.