It wasn’t until Wink gritted through clenched teeth, “Button your pants. This is a classier establishment than that.”
My sluggish reactions surprised me. I was drunker than I realized but managed to button up.
“Doc, you OK?” I asked as she scrambled to her feet, her mouth open in disgust.
Nikki grabbed hold of my arm and I flinched away, giving her a what-the-fuck look.
“Is this your girlfriend?” Nikki asked, eyeballing a drenched Megan.
“No!” Doc shouted.
My jaw clenched shut, like a damn crocodile, when suddenly Todd joined the not-so-private party.
“Seriously? Why’d you let her in?” I accused.
“Kieran!” Wink cautioned.
Doc’s mouth closed and, already resembling that wet puppy, her eyes followed suit. Hurt washed over her features and if I could have punched myself I would have.
“I didn’t mean…”
She left as quickly as she’d come, dashing back into the bar.
“Dude,” I said to Todd.
“I’m sorry. I called for you,” Todd explained. “She’s parked out front, K.”
Wink nodded. “Go through the gate. That would be quicker.”
So I did, setting off the security alarm, which bellowed out in the night. When I rounded the corner in the rain, she was digging in her very well-worn-out jeans. Water surged down the street, rushing over her feet and as she clicked the key fob unlocking her car, one of her flip-flops got caught in the flow of water. In my leather boots, I stepped off the curb and grabbed it. Her eyes found me standing ankle deep in the water. I waded toward her as water seeped into my boots.
“Cinderella?” I asked, holding up the flip-flop.
The rain streaked her face, or was it tears?
“It’s a flip-flop, not a glass slipper. Life’s not a fairy tale, Mr. Scott.”
“It sure could be. And we’re back to that Mr. Scott shit, eh? Even after I took you home the other night?”
She snatched the flip-flop from me and slid it back on her foot.
“Nothing happened that night. Nothing will ever happen. I’m not really a sex-behind-the-bar kind of gal,” she said, opening her car door. I slammed it shut before she could climb in.
“Nothing happened back there by the way. Why did you come here?”
“I’m your therapist, Mr. Scott. You didn’t show for your appointment and I was worried.”
“Bullshit!” I shouted, batting the rain from my lashes.
Her finger jabbed in front of my face as if I were two.
“I could request a warrant for you this minute.”
Her hair was sopping wet and her face looked like a raccoon. The hottest damn raccoon I’d ever seen.
“Let’s do therapy right now,” I suggested.
“Mr. Scott. That would be highly…”
I shoved her up against the car and pressed my body to hers. I hovered over her by a foot, and a part of me wanted to intimidate her.
“Enough of the Mr. Scott shit,” I said.
Her mouth slightly parted as her eyes hooded. As disgusted as she was by me, I turned her on, I think. I wanted to turn her on. I wanted to taste those full lips. I wanted to know if her tongue was shy or aggressive. And I wanted to see her eyes roll back as I buried myself inside her.
“Say my name,” I ordered.
The lashes around her eyes were fanned out beautifully and the gray of her eyes flickered back and forth between my eyes and my mouth.
“Say it!” I demanded through clenched teeth.
“Kieran,” she whispered.
I was harder now than when I was inches from Nikki’s mouth.
“Say it again.”
“Kieran…”
This time it sounded more like a cry and I wanted to kiss her just like she’d told me she liked. Drunk or not, I remembered. Little, slow pecks. Just a bit of tongue. I wouldn’t screw it up.
Her chin quivered as the rain pelted down. I’d actually forgotten it was raining until I saw it streaming down her perfect face. It was then that I realized she didn’t have on a bra and her nipples poked through the gray shirt beautifully. Damn. My tongue darted out, running the length of my lips with simply the thought of wrapping them around those perfect pebbles.
“Would you have sought out another client if they didn’t show?” I asked.
“What?”
“If one of your other clients didn’t show, would you track them down?”
“I don’t know,” she said squeezing her eyes shut.
“Yes you do. Tell me.”
Her eyes opened as her teeth pressed softly into her bottom lip. “No. I wouldn’t track them down.”
This brought me pure satisfaction.
“I’ll be there Wednesday.”
She nodded.
“What time?” I asked.
“Four?”
I nodded. “See me before then. Please.”
“I can’t Kieran…”
“Fine. Wednesday at four.”
And I swear to God, I didn’t want her to go. I wanted her to stay with me…go home with me. Todd and Wink were right: I was screwed.
****
At 8:30 a.m. Wednesday I lay awake with morning wood, but not just typical wood…it was Megan wood. I thought about her perfect, full mouth. The way her wet T-shirt beautifully cupped her breasts, and the way my mouth watered picturing her nipples poking the wet cotton. Without a doubt there was a trace of desire in those gray eyes, and as unethical as I knew it was for her, I wanted her to break and violate every code she needed to follow…and violate me in the process.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand next to my coffee cup. I was going to have to get rid of this boner before my workout with Todd. Stretching, I grabbed my phone and the screen read: Doc.
“What the hell?” I said out loud while clicking read.
Kieran. I’m sick. I have to cancel our appointment. I’m sorry.
Disappointment settled over me.
What’s wrong? Send
I think I caught a cold from standing out in the rain. ;)
Hot damn. Seeing that wink got me harder.
You can’t catch a cold from the rain. Send
Then I caught something from this guy who was breathing in my face.
I chuckled out loud. I wasn’t super familiar with a joking-around Doc. I liked it.
Was it worth it? Send
Nothing…crickets. I lay there for another 15 minutes waiting for the simple buzz that would possibly make my day. Finally I walked to the kitchen and when I swallowed my last bit of coffee, the buzz came.
Yes
I pounded my fist on the granite. “Yes!” I repeated the text.
“Yes, what?”
I spun around and Todd was standing there, looking at me strangely.
“Nothing, man. Let’s go,” I said, waving him off, but I couldn’t hide the damn smile on my face. I liked drunk Doc and I liked texting Doc.
Later that afternoon, I decided to shoot her another text and I swear to God, I typed about fifteen different things before I finally settled on something really original.
How you feeling? Send
She responded almost immediately. Crappy! :( no voice.
Hmmm. I think I’d like you with no voice Send
No voice. No communication. No talking at all? I’d be you!
That made me smile. I typed away.
I could give you a shot of something Send
Mr. Scott. I take it that was sexual. Have you no shame? I’m under the weather and you still can’t just…be…appropriate?
Mr. Scott eh? I was talking a shot of whiskey. But, now that you mention it, I’d rather you be under me than under the weather. Send
There came the crickets again… I waited. Seventeen minutes later, it buzzed.
Tomorrow at 3? Does that work?
For you to be under me? Absolutely. I’ll see you then Send
Mr. Scott. THERAPY!
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br /> Doc. I’ll call it whatever you want me to. Role play is always fun. You be the therapist and I’ll be the patient (who needs your immediate help) Send
You’re a client not a patient.
Either or. I’ll see you at 3 DOCTOR MEGAN. I’ll be the guy in a hospital gown Send
At exactly 3 sharp, I sat in my typical jeans and T-shirt but I brought the hospital gown that I’d nabbed from a doctor buddy. I couldn’t think of the last time I’d been this excited about something. I was about to come out of my skin.
“Mr. Scott?” her voice was barely audible.
My brows rose as I looked over to her. A hint of a smile present on her face. When I stood, I allowed the gown to fall down in front of me. That hint of a smile turned full blown, and I was even rewarded with a soft chuckle.
I followed her back, rolling the gown up in a wad. As she closed the door, I noticed her nose was red at the end.
“How you feelin’?” I asked, touching the tip of her nose.
She shrugged and shyly looked down. “Clearly, I went through one too many tissues yesterday.”
Her voice was raspy as hell…making her even sexier. She sat in her normal seat and I got comfy in mine.
“How are you?” she asked.
“Well, I have a brilliant idea. Let’s cut out of here and go have a drink. You can’t talk. I don’t like to.”
She sneezed…twice and laughed at the same time. “I fear I’m only going to get you sick by you being here. I should have probably canceled today as well.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Maybe we should call it a day, though.” To think I’d endure therapy in order to see a girl was ridiculous.
“I’m sorry,” she rasped out. “I didn’t want to cancel again.”
“We could have texted,” I said with a wink.
Her brows shot up and she swiveled her chair around to her desk, nabbed her phone and then started texting.
My phone buzzed and I grinned.
Great idea!!!!
My turn. What is the point in 4 !!!! (exclamation marks) Why not just one? Send
It puts emphasis on the words. Duh!!!!!!!!
She smiled as she typed, I liked that. Now when we weren’t together and we texted, I could picture her in my mind.
My phone buzzed again. How is your job?
Uneventful. Yours? Send
Her eyes looked at me and I waited for my phone to buzz. Full of surprises.
Good surprises? Send
Is there another kind?
I think so. But I like good surprises. Tell me Send For the first time I felt comfortable in her office.
She gnawed on the side of her cheek. I feel like you are progressing. We’re finally talking. You’re not trying to get in my pants so that’s a plus. :)
Just because I’m not physically shoving my hands down your britches doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it. Send
She shook her head. You are shameless, Mr. Scott.
You’re the one who brought up me getting in your pants!!!!!!!!!! Send
Her giggle was music to my ears.
That’s a lot of !!!!!!!!
I’d never lacked courage but my heart thudded in the pit of my stomach as I typed my message.
Have you never thought about it? Send
Her breasts rose and fell with her exhalation. I watched her face hoping for some sort of affirmation of thought.
I’d be inhuman not to have. It’s unethical regardless. Her cheeks matched the tip of her nose.
So, let’s say in 2 months when I’m therapitized and released. Send
Therapitized?
Answer the question!!!!!!!! Send
We could maybe address it then. She bit down on her lip.
Just so u know, I’m very good at keeping sex and friendship separate. Send
She laughed once out loud then reached up to touch her throat as if to take away the pain she just caused.
I bet you are. I’m not so sure how I am with that.
My eyes pulled together…I wasn’t sure what she meant. She would want more?
I could help u. For instance, I could make u come before I left today. And next time we saw each other, it would be as if it didn’t happen…unless u wanted it again. Send
She cleared her throat but I noticed her squirm in her seat as well.
Kieran…
Doc… Send
I don’t know what to say.
For starters u could say yes. But to be honest, u aren’t feeling well so I wouldn’t do that today anyway. Send
I couldn’t help but notice, her mouth was open and she was panting just a bit. I just wasn’t sure if it was because her nose was plugged up and she couldn’t breathe or if she was as ready to go as I was.
Our time is up.
I simply nodded. I’d pushed her today and she tolerated it.
Is texting now not allowed outside of these walls? Send
Kieran. I have a job to do. What we are doing now is so not OK.
I’m not going to stand in the way of you or your job. I’m talking aren’t I? Send
I shot her a big cheesy grin. She smiled back.
Yes. You are. About sex…not about life.
Sex is a very natural part of life. Send
Mr. Scott. When is the last time you had sex and it was a meaningful experience.
Didn’t you say our time was up????????? Send
Why all the ??????? Why not just one? A shitty little grin crossed her face.
EMPHASIS! Send
Answer the question Mr. Scott.
No Send
She cocked an eyebrow up. No you won’t answer or no you’ve never had meaningful sex?
That’s right. Send
She dropped her phone on her lap and her fingers shot up like cat claws. She openly gritted her teeth. Clearly that response irritated the hell out of her. But she didn’t look at me.
Our time is up for today!!!!!!
I thought so too Send
I stood stretching as she made a note on that damn pad. Before she could react, I jerked the yellow pad away and held it above her head reading it. Though I had expected something bad, that wasn’t at all what I found. There were only five words written.
Witty
Funny
Charming
Gentle
Engaging
The fourth word, I didn’t understand. I wasn’t all that gentle. My eyes flickered to her rounded innocent ones staring at me.
“That should read damn funny. Not just funny,” I said handing her back the pad of paper.
Immediately, she drew a line through funny and tossed the pad on her desk.
“Want to know what my list would be about you?”
“I don’t think so,” she squeaked out.
“Ouch. I’m hurt,” I joked, but thought she truly might want to know.
She opened the door and I awkwardly stepped out, passing two people in the hallway so we didn’t really speak. Her professional demeanor back in place and suddenly irritated, I felt like a ‘client’ again. She waved uncomfortably as I left and all I gave her was a nod. What the hell? How did that go bad so quickly? I guess I wouldn’t be making her come anytime soon.
Chapter 14—Megan
Once back in my office, I grabbed a tissue and blew my nose like I’d never do in front of him. Exhausted, I slumped in my chair and lay my head on the desk. I needed to go home. Knowing Kieran had an appointment is was what brought me in. The thought of going a day without seeing him was becoming harder and harder.
The way we parted, a silent goodbye, didn’t feel good. Our appointment, though over half was his inappropriateness…he was still talking…communicating. That was progress…sort of. But in the end, he seemed upset. Disappointed. He’d swaggered in this office in all his sexual glory and arrogance but deep down, I think I’d cut him with not wanting to hear his list. It was then that things turned awkward. Why did this have to be so hard?
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