If her little sister was stoical about her illness, Melissa herself always put on a brave face about the medical bills, but in reality she was almost to the point of paying interest only on their accumulated medical debts. She never said a word of this to Suzy and never would as long as she could keep on paying the bills.
The ethics committee would have to clear her and the business would have to be a runaway success because there was no other option.
Just hang in there.
She took a small mirror out of her bag to check her appearance. Her auburn hair was pulled back tightly into a neat, if not particularly attractive bun, but it made her look older and more professional which was the desired effect. Her spectacles were serious rather than fashionable and tended to make her look older; something else she needed with her youthful face. The glasses also made her face look thinner. Although petite she often thought she was a little too rounded. With college, work, looking after her sister and now setting up a psychotherapy practice as well, she had never had the time to worry about getting into better shape.
Needless to say dating had been out of the question since forever.
She heard the door in the reception area open and sat up straight. Her receptionist Sandy was behind schedule today so she would have to meet and greet by herself unless that was him arriving already. She had left the door open to allow her first client to come into the waiting area.
She stood up and went to her office door but it opened abruptly after a short, heavy knock before she could get to it. The man who entered the room was unbelievably good-looking, even to Melissa; with all her worries and pre-occupations it took a lot for her to notice attractiveness in the opposite sex.
"Where's Dr. Price?" The well dressed man said gruffly.
Someone needs manners. She thought.
"I'm here to see Dr. Price." He added.
"Mr. Demovic?" She asked.
"Jason." He said, softening slightly. "Look, I'm already late. Are you Dr. Price?"
Melissa held out her hand.
"Dr. Melissa Price. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Demovic. Won't you take a seat?"
"Pleasure." He said, and took her hand, sending a sharp jolt of electricity crackling through Melissa's body. She jerked her hand away and a hint of a smile came to his face.
"You need to get that carpet changed. Too much static." He said. To her complete surprise a vivid image of herself making love on the carpet to the mouth watering man in front of her flashed through Melissa's mind.
Come on Melissa. She berated herself. You’re a trained psychotherapist, not a schoolgirl.
She smiled and indicated her analysis area to him to one side of her office, where there was a coffee table an armchair and a couch.
"Mr. Demovic, would you like to take a seat?"
He nodded and began to cross the room. Melissa followed behind him, watching his tall, muscular frame move in front of her. She couldn't help but notice that he was superbly healthy, radiating strength and athleticism. The suit he wore looked like a thin veneer of civilization on a man who was obviously a primal and instinctual being. Most of her few clients were older, or had the appearance of age. They were fatigued, anxious, worn down by their troubles, but not this tall, straight and self-assured man. He was downright hot and Melissa was feeling the heat.
He sat down on the couch and she took a seat next to him in the armchair.
"Make yourself comfortable." She said. "This is your hour, so I suggest we get started before anymore time is wasted."
"I'm all for that." He said. "I don’t want to waste any time at all with you Dr. Price."
What did that mean?
Before we fuck. The words crossed Melissa's mind like a voice from a stranger in her head. She sat up straight in the armchair, taken off guard by her own reactions. She had been attracted to clients before but never quite like this. If she had felt things before it was after a period of getting to know the person, gaining insight into who they were and building a relationship of sympathy and trust. No one had ever walked into her office before and made her just want to...
A feeling of foreboding crossed over her. This client was bad news. Somehow she could feel it.
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