Selling Scarlett - Ella James Page 0,72

door, so I figure she must be the official Love Inc. shrink.

Elizabeth Bernard.

How much do I dread thee? Let me count the ways.

The door is closed and my phone tells me I’m a little early, so I drop down onto the plush mini recliner in the hallway and try not to bite my pretty red nails. I’m obsessing over whether she will recognize me as the daughter of an addict when the door opens and a nice-looking woman about the age of my estranged grandmother steps out. A quick once-over reveals shoulder-length, gray-brown hair, a loose, floor-length brown skirt, and a stylish, flowing beige blouse.

Her lips curl into a welcoming smile, and she extends her hand; the nails, I notice, are as bare as her face. “Scarlett. Please, come in.”

I don’t take her hand, something I’m sure she notices, but I don’t really care. I’ve seen enough therapists to last a life time, and now that I’m here, I don’t plan to go out of my way to assure this woman of my sanity. I played those games my whole childhood. I make good grades and have nice friends. So what if my mom slit her wrists last week? If I want to flap my arms and cluck like a chicken, what will she do to me? Tell Richard that the ranch shouldn’t host my auction? I think not.

She waves to a cozy, suede-looking blue couch with gray pillows sporting cut-out felt daisies. I take a seat on the end nearest the door, because there’s no reason not to. I don’t want to be here and I’m not going to be anything but honest.

She sits down in a small, orange leather recliner and pulls a pillow under her elbow. “Shoulder surgery,” she says with a wince. “I’m still recovering.”

I nod. It’s not like I care.

“What can I do for you, Dr. Bernard? What’s the reason I’m here?”

She shrugs. “I’m not sure there is one. I speak to most people who come through the Love Inc. ranch as a matter of policy. You aren’t an employee, of course, but you’ve been here for...”

“Over a week,” I supply. “And in three days, I’ll be gone.”

She gives me a gentle, knowing smile. “You don’t want to talk to me.”

“Guilty.” I feel a little awkward, but there’s nothing I can do to stem the flow of animosity I feel for anyone sitting in an armchair with their PhD framed on the wall behind them.

“You’ve seen a therapist before.”

“Dozens.” I cross my legs. “One of the things I dislike the most is the questions, so let me answer them for you. My mom’s ill with a capital ‘I’. She’s been an addict or an alcoholic, in and out of rehab, since I was a young child. She married into money and my dad was in love with her at first, I think. Over the years that faded, and at some point he started traveling a lot for business. One of the...plants he visited regularly was in Salt Lake City, and about thirteen years ago, or maybe before then, he started seeing Lyndsey. He has two daughters with her—at least I’m pretty sure he does, because one of them looks like him and the other one looks a lot like me. When I went to college he left Mom, sold the controlling share in his family’s company, which had been in decline for some time, and moved to Utah to be with his new family. Yes, I’m bitter about it. And it doesn’t help that Lyndsey is a bitch.

“My mom is in rehab as we speak—only it’s not really rehab, it’s more like a spa, and it’s costing us more money than we have. My oldest friend, Cross, got into a motorcycle accident after a party where he and I had a fight, and he needed help paying for his care. I knew—well, knew of—Marchant Radcliffe, and I got the idea to sell my virginity.”

I think that’s a pretty tidy summation of what’s the what. The first half, about my family, I’ve given many times before.

Dr. Bernard arches her delicate brows. “That’s quite a story. Frankly I don’t know which part is the most dramatic.”

I wrinkle my nose. “I wouldn’t call it dramatic as much as just...screwed up. Seriously screwed up. At least the part about my family. The part with my friend” —whose very distinctive name I should not have mentioned— “was just an accident, and the part where I sell my virginity is obviously

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