Chapter 10 Nancy
TEN
NANCY
Names were scratched into the visitor log in rough print. Almost like the receptionist wanted to obscure their origins from me. My brows crumpled as I made out the letters one by one, discounting each tight column of names.
I pressed my lips together as my gaze followed my finger over each of the last few pages. No name remotely similar to Elijah in the weeks since Ginny’s arrival.
Had he really been there? Or had she imagined the whole thing?
The leather spine creaked as I closed the book with a touch more force than was necessary. If Elijah hadn’t entered through the proper means, then he would have had to use subterfuge. But how? The towering fences were old but strong. Rust-bitten, they still stood as rigid as the surest oak.
And the gates? Locked as tight as a nun’s knees and opened only for staff and approved visitors.
So either the girl was mistaken. Unwell. Or someone was aiding her. Robert had to know more than I did. Doctors discussed the patients on levels the nurses and orderlies weren’t included in.
And if he didn’t know anything, maybe he could find out.
I found him lounging with his feet up on the desk in his office, a lit cigarette dangling from his fingers.
‘Mmm,’ he said, giving me the smallest of glances before focusing on the radio, which droned on with sports talk. ‘Come for a little workday fun?’
‘Robert,’ I said, words sharp. ‘There’s no record of Ginny’s boyfriend, Elijah. The visitor logs have nothing. How does she see him?’
He twisted the cigarette end into the glass ashtray and looked at me, boredom etched over his face. ‘You’re still on about that girl?’
‘Yes. She swears he’s been to see her.’
Robert shrugged, putting his feet on the floor and leaning forward to leaf through the paperwork on his desk. ‘Then she’s imagining it. Half of them are. That’s why they’re here. Stop worrying about it.’
‘I can’t just—’
‘You can.’ He cut me off with a mean snap of his words. ‘It’s not our business why she’s here. Our job’s dealing with her. You know how it is. Keep them up to their eyeballs in drugs and take home the pay-check. You’re not here to fix them. Just to mind them.’
His callousness made me flinch. I opened my mouth to argue, but he pushed up from the chair. In two strides he was in front of me, his hands sliding onto my hips.
‘Robert, not here. Someone might see.’
‘I’ve got to have you…Let me put that baby in you.’ His lips grazed my neck and I wavered.
Other than our pre-work kitchen fuck, it had been weeks since he’d shown much interest in me.
That desperate, almost boyish need in his voice made me weak.
I didn’t protest when he lowered me back amongst the paperwork, his mouth working hungrily down my body until he pushed my skirts up and spread me wide.
‘Taste me,’ I begged. It had been so long since he had. Not since we were married.
Shame mingled with heat as his fingers bruised my thighs, his mouth turning to a sneer. The sound of his pant buttons opening had me grasping at the desk.
‘No. You’ll take a fuckin’ and be grateful for it.’ Robert pushed inside me, hard and mean, his breath ragged. I wasn’t wet enough to take him well.
Clinging to the edge of the desk, I dug my nails into the cheap wood.
‘Slow down,’ I whimpered.
‘Don’t act like some little virgin,’ Robert mocked, arching his hips and pressing deeper.
I gasped. Then froze.
An ashen face at the door.
Ginny.
Her wide eyes locked on mine. My stomach turned, but Robert didn’t miss a stroke. His grip tightened on my thighs, leaving coin-sized marks.
‘Stop,’ I hissed, trying to drag my uniform skirts back down to cover myself. ‘The door is open.’
Robert looked up, saw Ginny, and grinned. ‘So let her watch; it’s not like she’s never seen a cock before.’
‘Robert!’ I squeaked as his thrusts grew sharper.
More urgent.
Ginny stayed there, watching us. And as much as I hated myself for it, her being there unfurled something deep inside me. My breath caught as shame burnt through me.
‘Robert,’ I begged, reaching up and gripping his wrists as I tried to wriggle free of him. But Robert wasn’t with me. He was watching her. Using my body while looking at the young woman.
And though I hated him for it, I was no better.
Ginny gripped her nightdress in tight fingers, her gaze focused on the spot between my thighs. On Robert’s slick cock spreading me again and again. Her cheeks pinked, and heat washed through me.
When her eyes flicked to mine, release tore into me, sudden and humiliating. I came panting and flushed amongst the papers, clinging onto my husband. The tight rhythm of my orgasm forced Robert into his own, grunting as he filled me with cum.
Robert leaned back, confusion flitting over his face. ‘What was that?’
I shoved my skirts down, my cheeks blazing. I didn’t give him a response.
He never made me come any more.
Not like that.
My orgasms were usually between me and the shower-head, muffled into a washcloth to avoid him hearing.
‘Why didn’t you stop?’ I asked, pulling myself together with trembling hands. I moved out from the desk, putting distance between us. When I turned to the door, Ginny was gone.
Robert gave a shrug as he lit up another cigarette. ‘I’m all wound up at the moment. Needed a release.’
‘It doesn’t give you the right to push me over your desk and use me.’
The laugh Robert gave made my insides shrivel.
‘Pretty sure the way you came on my cock says otherwise.’
I turned my back to him, bile rising in my throat.
But as much as Robert sickened me, the fact that Ginny was watching was what tipped me over the edge and made me hate myself.
The memory of Ginny’s hurt-filled eyes burned into me.
All too knowing.