“Did I?” He studied her. “Or did you give it to her? As a suggestion?”
Nick’s breath caught. For a moment, he saw it: the same calm, the same surgical precision behind the eyes. But Beth’s had a different temperature. Colder. More patient.
Beth didn’t blink. “I was her therapist, Nick. She stole it from my office months ago. You knew that.” basic instinct dr beth garner
As he left, Beth picked up a pen from her desk—a sleek, silver Montblanc. She clicked it once, twice, watching him walk down the hall.
Beth rose, walked to the window, her back to him. “What do you want, Nick? The truth? The truth is Catherine is brilliant and hollow. She studies people like specimens. And yes—she tried to seduce me once. To see if she could.” “Did I
Beth’s expression flickered—a micro-flinch, gone before it could be named. “Catherine and I shared a dissertation advisor. That’s all.”
“You canceled our last two sessions.” She leaned forward, the silk of her blouse catching the lamplight. “You’re not here for insight. You’re here because you want me to tell you she’s guilty, so you can stop wanting her.” For a moment, he saw it: the same
Nick stood. “And what did she say?”