Chapter 22 #2

looks back over to me with a pointed look, “and she’s

certainly studying my ability to acclimate, we are a little bit more

than just a scientist and a test subject.”

I gasp that Zach

would tell our secret in such a blatant fashion. My face flushes red

with embarrassment, even as I totally feel that Zach was justified in

calling me out on the scientist/test subject misnomer.

My head turns slowly

toward Randall, and he’s looking at Zach in surprise. “Oh,

well… I see.”

“Actually, you

probably don’t,” Zach says in a soft voice. “But

what you need to know is that I pursued Moira. I seduced her, and she

fought me hard. She was so worried about breaching professional

ethics that she wouldn’t even entertain the notion of having a

relationship with me.”

Randall’s head

swivels to look at me briefly, and then back to Zach. A huge smile

breaks out on his face. “Pursued her, did you? Wore her down?”

“Yes, sir. I

wanted her and wasn’t going to let up until she submitted,”

Zach says as he shoots me a devious grin, and only Zach and I truly

know what he means by “submission.”

“Randall…

I’m so sorry,” I tell him. “I totally breached your

trust. I have no excuse.”

Giving me an amused

smile, Randall says, “Well, the way Zach tells it, you had no

choice in the matter.”

I stand from the

table and place my fingertips on the edge to help balance myself

because I feel I might be on the edge of a panic attack. “But

see… I did. I did have a choice, and I chose to give in to my

feelings for Zach. It was wrong, and I have no business even staying

here another moment. You can get someone else to take over for me,

and I’ll share all of my notes so far. There are plenty of

qualified people that can continue to help Zach.”

Turning from the

table, I leave the dining room even as Zach calls out to me, “Moira…

wait.”

I can hear the

scraping of his chair against the polished hardwood floor and I speed

up my pace, reaching the staircase and jogging up it. I expect Zach

to be in hot pursuit, and I need to reach my room to lock both doors

before he shows up.

Once I’m

secured inside, I look around almost blindly, trying to figure out

what to do. It was the right thing to do… to resign. I can’t,

in good conscience, continue on and, frankly, I should have quit the

very first time that Zach fucked me.

But I was selfish.

So selfish.

I didn’t want

to give Zach up. Not for the scientific opportunity, but I didn’t

want to give him up because I selfishly wanted him and wanted as much

time with him as possible. And to do that, I had to prey on Randall’s

trust in my abilities and his generosity.

A soft knock sounds

on the door, and I hear Randall’s voice filter through softly.

“Moira… I’d like to talk to you a moment.”

Oh, shit. Shit,

shit, shit. I don’t want to face this.

With leaden feet, I

walk to the door and unlock it. When I swing it open, Randall is

standing there with a kind smile on his face. “Can I come in?”

I nod and stand

aside so he can enter, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re

absolutely right,” Randall says as I turn to face him. “There

are other people qualified. In fact, some are way more qualified than

you are. I interviewed two other anthropologists that had dual Ph.D.s

in psychology in addition to their Ph.Ds in anthropology. They

certainly would have been far better choices than you to deal with

any psychological stressors that Zach would be experiencing.”

I nod in

understanding. “I agree. I’m sure one of them would be

more than happy to step in. This is a golden opportunity.”

“Yes, it is,”

Randall concurs. “But I don’t care about the opportunity

for their benefit, or yours for that matter. What I care about is the

opportunity for Zach.”

My eyes lower to the

floor in shame, that I’ve ruined this for Zach.

“And I believe

you are the best person to make the most of this opportunity for

him,” Randall concludes.

My eyes rise to his

in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“I chose you

very specifically, Dr. Reed. Do you think I was just sending someone

in to Caraica blindly, hoping for the best? No, I knew everything

about the Caraican tribe before I even started looking at

anthropological help. I spent a great deal of time with Father Gaul

and other scientists that had studied indigenous tribes, learning

about Caraican society and their customs and norms. I needed to

understand what Zach was truly facing before he came out of the

jungle. And once I was able to grasp what I was facing, then I

started my search for the perfect person to bring him out.”

I’m stunned

silent but even if I had the power of speech, I have no clue what to

say.

“You were the

person, Moira. The best person for Zach.”

Understanding starts

to dawn on me. “Because I was a woman?”

“Because you

are a beautiful, strong, and independent woman, and you’re

close to his age. You’re young and idealistic, so you could

show him the world with fresh eyes. You are the antithesis to what

Zach is accustomed to. I think you are the best representation of

what opportunity looks like in this world. You’re also

no-nonsense and dedicated. You have a kind touch and a soft voice,

and I knew Zach would be like a wounded animal some of the time. You

were my first choice then, and you’re my only choice now, so I

am not accepting your resignation.”

“But…

but…”

“But nothing,”

Randall scoffs at me. “I know you aren’t solely

responsible for the amazing transformation I’ve seen in Zach

these last few weeks, but you are hugely responsible. Zach has opened

himself up to the possibility of staying in this world. He’s

given this old man a chance, and he had every reason to hate me. You

helped to make that happen.”

“You’re

wrong, Randall. Zach isn’t open to the possibility of staying

here. He told me as much this morning.”

Randall appraises me

a moment, and then walks to my bedroom door. Just as he opens it, he

turns to me and says, “Zach is absolutely open to the

possibility of staying here. I see it every time he looks at you. I

know you two think you were keeping a great secret from me, but I saw

it right away… what you have found in each other. And besides

that… you two aren’t exactly quiet at night.”

My face heats up so

hot that a tiny sheen of sweat breaks out on my face. Randall gives

me a grin and says, “So, you two get packed up and enjoy your

weekend at your sister’s. I’ll see you both on Monday.”

Randall leaves and

shuts the door behind him, leaving me standing there with a red face

and my jaw hanging open.

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