Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
If I told her I wasn’t myself because I had taken my formula, she would probably run straight to the dean of the university to have me fired for violating human trial protocols.
She held out one of the coffee cups. “Please, Dr. Jekyll. Let’s forget all about it and have a fresh start.”
My brow furrowed as I hesitantly took it from her. “What I said… what I did… it was unforgivable.”
She smiled after taking a sip of her coffee. “You were unprepared. They should have warned you.”
Warned me?
Warned me about what?
The effects of the formula or warned me against taking it?
I gulped down the coffee, hissing as it burned my tongue. I prayed the caffeine would kick in quickly to clear my still-muddled brain. I could only remember flashes from last night, but they were all about Catherine. Her scent. The way she walked. The glimmer of the streetlamps reflected in her glasses. The intoxicating feel of her fear.
I shuddered.
Catherine approached me. She placed a gentle hand on my arm. “You shouldn’t have done that last night.”
I closed my head and nodded. “I know. I know. Catherine, I’m so sorry. It was—”
She continued as if she hadn’t heard me. “You really shouldn’t work so late. As my mother always said, nothing good happens after midnight and that includes scientific breakthroughs. You need to take better care of yourself, Dr. Jekyll, if you are going to complete your work.”
What was happening?
Was it possible she didn’t realize it had been me following her last night?
I gazed at her expectantly. “What do you mean about last night?”
She laughed. “Well, you obviously worked too late. I found you passed out, sound asleep, on a pile of files this morning.” She shook her head. “Please, won’t you reconsider letting me help you?”
I wasn’t sure if she realized she was stroking my arm in an attempt to soothe me. It felt… intimate. As if she were consoling a lover. My cock hardened at the thought.
I shifted in my seat but the images in my mind wouldn’t stop.
Catherine stretched naked underneath me in bed. Her mouth open in ecstasy as I pushed my cock hard and fast into her tight pussy. The idea of tasting that sweet mouth of hers and then grabbing her by the hair, forcing her to her knees and thrusting my cock deep into her throat as she gagged on its length.
I took a sip of coffee and choked.
Catherine patted me on the back. “Does this mean you will reconsider?”
Unable to speak, I could only nod.
Her pretty mouth lifted in a smile. “I’m so happy. I’ll get started right away. I noticed you are behind in cataloging your research notes in the university’s system. Would you like me to start there?”
I snatched my leather-bound personal research journal from the top of the lab bench and held it tight. “No. I prefer to transcribe my own notes.” I couldn’t risk her seeing that I had taken the formula myself last night. “Could you please start by making an inventory of the chemicals in that cabinet?”
“Absolutely, Dr. Jekyll.”
“Call me Henry.”
She blushed. “Henry.”
* * *
She had been sent from hell to torture me.
That was the only explanation for my reaction to her nearness.
I deleted an entire column of numbers for the second time, furiously tapping the keyboard delete key. Each time I tried to concentrate on processing the data from my latest formulation, Catherine entered my mind. She was standing across the lab and yet all I could smell were the lilies from her perfume. Instead of the electric hum of my various pieces of lab equipment, I listened to her softly humming as she checked off various inventory items.
I slammed the laptop shut.
Catherine turned to me with a start.
I shrugged as I reached for a glass graduated cylinder. “Computer froze. Wi-Fi is crap in the lab.”
She eyed me skeptically before returning to her task.
I filled a pipette with precisely the amount of metformin hydrochloride I needed based on my calculations. If I could slow the hepatic reaction with dipeptidyl peptidase-4 inhibitors I may be able to inhibit the glucagon release, which I believed was responsible for my overexuberant reaction to the formula.
It was my only rational explanation. The formula obviously released too much adrenaline and glucose into my system, causing an almost hallucinogenic response leading to my belief I was Mr. Edward Hyde, not Dr. Henry Jekyll. If I could control that reaction, I could control my body’s response.
The skirt of Catherine’s dress brushed the backs of my thighs as she passed by me. It was raining outside, and the scent of wet grass clung to the damp hem.
My cock hardened.
So much for controlling my body.
There was just something intoxicating about her. The way she stood and stared at me with complete, almost unnerving stillness. Her beautiful big eyes trained on me as if my every word was scripture. For years, my one and only passion had been perfecting Bl88dX. I had thought of little else, but now… now my thoughts were consumed by Catherine.