need a security guard, you don’t have anywhere to stay... It seems like a natural solution.”
Leo still looked skeptical. “You got the part where I’m not in my right mind and I have to be restrained until dawn, right?”
“But the vandals wouldn’t know that. If they see a light on, they’ll be less likely to try anything. And you can always call me—you have a cell phone?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a phone.”
“So if you see something, you could give me a call to alert me, and I could come by and catch them in the act. Assuming they stuck around that long.”
“You’re also assuming I’d be levelheaded enough to remember to call you—or to care. I don’t really know what goes on when I’m ‘out.’”
“Well, I do. I was here talking to you. You seemed perfectly lucid, just—kind of an ass.”
Leo laughed, that genuine laughter of surprise that made his whole face light up. “A lucid ass, huh? You know, I’ve never had anybody tell me what I’m like in that state. It might be useful to have an observer to document it. I mean—I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than babysit my lucid ass personality. But if you wanted to stick around to verify that I’m not doing drugs or calling pro-dommes to spank me in your back room, you’d be welcome to.” He grinned, running his fingers through his hair in a gesture that belied the easy self-deprecation.
Rhea pondered the idea. She’d be a fool to completely take him at his word. It wouldn’t hurt to keep an eye on him and see if he was putting her on.
“Why not?”
Leo cocked his head, studying her. “You’re serious. You’d let me sleep here—or not sleep, as the case may be.”
“Let’s just try it out for one night.” Rhea gave him her patented half smirk. “I’ll let you know what I think in the morning.”
After locking up, Rhea finished off their Chinese takeout while Leo set up. It was like watching Houdini prepare for a straitjacket stunt. He was well practiced in setting up the restraints on each arm of the chair so that all he had to do was slip one arm in, tighten the strap and snap the lock into place, slip in the other arm, pull the strap with his teeth and wrap his fingers around the lock to close it. It was actually kind of hot. And now he was at her mercy, which she hadn’t thought about. She wondered if he’d thought about it.
Leo leaned back against the headrest, the scholarly glasses set aside as if his other personality didn’t need them. “I should warn you I’ll probably say anything to try to get you to release me once I’ve slipped into ‘lucid ass’ mode.”
“I’m aware.” Rhea raised a suggestive eyebrow without elaborating on what he’d said the night before. “I think I can handle you. It.”
It was Leo’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “There’s a reason I use the restraints. I might seem persuasive, even pleasant when I’m trying to manipulate you into releasing me, but I have it on good authority that I’m anything but when I’ve managed to wrangle my way out of them.”
Rhea was skeptical of the need for all this drama. She suspected his fear of being set free was all part of the illness. “You’ve wrangled your way out before?”
“I’m told I have, yes.” Leo didn’t elaborate, though he looked uncomfortable.
“Are you saying you become violent?”
“To my knowledge, I’ve never done anything totally random, like attack someone out of the blue. But it’s kind of like a blackout drunk. I’ve been jailed on assault charges for fights I’ve apparently been goaded into.” He colored slightly. “Or started.”
She realized she hadn’t even run a background check on him. She wasn’t off to a very good start with this business stuff. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I just want you to understand the seriousness of the problem. I wouldn’t go through this if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary. I haven’t attacked anyone unprovoked, but I’d hate for there to be a first time. And I’d really hate for it to be with you. Promise you won’t let him charm you.”
“Duly noted.” Odd that he’d referred to himself in the third person. “And I promise.” She tried to keep her tone light, but she was starting to wish she’d let someone know where she was tonight. On the other hand, it was almost dark and nothing had happened to convince her he even had this dissociative disorder. “So what do you do all night while you’re tied to a chair? It has to be pretty boring. Isn’t there some medication you could take that would be easier than going through this?”
“If I could afford the medication, sure. But it also makes me kind of lethargic and dull. And it isn’t foolproof. Since I only have these episodes for a few weeks out of the year, this works well enough.”
“Why do you suppose that is? These few weeks, I mean. What’s significant about them?”
Leo smiled. “Are you analyzing me?”
“I’m just curious. I’ve never heard of a dissociative disorder with a time element.”
Leo lowered his eyes, like she’d caught him in a lie. “I have a confession to make.”
Rhea swiveled the stool back and forth idly. “What’s that?”
“I’ve been screwing with you.” He looked up, blue eyes twinkling. “I don’t have a dissociative disorder. When you caught me last night I was embarrassed to admit I was messing around in here with my toys and got myself stuck. So I made up the whole thing when you confronted me this morning.”
A rush of anger propelled her off the stool. She’d always hated being the butt of a joke. And she’d always been too gullible, which people like Leo tended to pick up on. People who thought it was funny to see how far they could take something before she caught on. Rhea wanted to punch him.
“You’re a goddamn jerk.”
“I really am. I’m sorry.” He seemed genuinely contrite, but she wasn’t falling for that. “To tell you the truth, I never thought you’d believe me. But I couldn’t help myself. The only disorder I have is that I’m a compulsive liar.”
“You’re a compulsive liar.” Rhea folded her arms. His eyes had taken on the darker hue or deeper intensity she’d noticed the night before. Maybe it was just the light in here. Or maybe it wasn’t. “If you’re a compulsive liar, why would I believe anything you just said?”
“Ooh. You’re good.” Leo’s expression changed from contrite and slightly chagrined to an almost sultry gaze of appreciation. “You’re very good. I like playing with you.”
“Playing with me.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing? I suppose dull-as-a-sack-of-hammers Leo told you I was dangerous. Are you my babysitter?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Care to sit closer?” Rhea followed his gaze to his lap without thinking and quickly looked away from the prominent
