“So, are you saying that you want to call off the agreement with your husband?” I asked for clarity.
Her eyes started to scan the room, nervously. They went from the tile to the windows and even shot up toward the ceilingbefore she made eye contact with me again. Judging by her body language, something was weighing on her.
“Dr. Long, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m not here because I want to call off the experience. I’m here because I have only one other man in mind, and I don’t know how to approach him about it. Our relationship is a bit complicated.”
I nodded.
“Got it. How long have you known this person?” I asked.
“Not very long.” She said barely above a whisper.
“So, take it you’re not comfortable with just saying it?”
“Should I be? That’s not something people hear every day. I don’t want him to think I’m a creep.” She took her hand and fanned herself.
“That’s a fair point, but I believe it’s all in the delivery. Unfortunately, being blunt and honest is the best way to go forward. It’ll help that person to understand the why and not have any expectations.”
“So, I should just say it?”
“I can’t tell you what to do. Only give you a recommendation. I’m taking into account that you’re not comfortable. But that’s my suggestion,” I hadn’t touched my pen since she was here. I didn’t even have a thought I wanted to record.
She slid to the edge of the couch, got up, and walked around the coffee table. My eyebrow rose as she took a seat on the coffee table directly in front of me and crossed her legs.
“Well, Dr. Long. You’re the person that I have in mind. My husband has given me permission to have another partner for one night, and I want that person to be you.” She said softly. Her eyes held my stare with nothing but lust in them.
I was shocked; there wasn’t much that could make a nigga speechless, but this was high on the list.
“Mrs. Thompson, I don’t get involved with my patients like that.”
“Okay, you’re fired.” She chuckled and bit her bottom lip.
“It doesn’t work like that. I appreciate the offer, I guess. But I’ll have to decline.” It was words that I didn’t even want to say, but I knew it had to be done. I had never expected Breeze to say that the man was me. I found her attractive as fuck, but I didn’t want to get into what she and her husband had going on. Not only that, but I also wasn’t the person to be told by anybody when and how I could move.
She got up from the table, went over to the door, and locked it.
“Mrs. Thompson,” I warned her as she took a seat back in front of me on the coffee table.
Her hand went to my knee, and I could feel my body reacting in a way I didn’t want to.
“You just convinced me to tell you, and now you’re rejecting me,” she laughed, then composed herself. “I told you it was strange, and I didn’t want to seem like a creep. But we can table the discussion for now. If you want some time to think about it, just take a week. I’ll schedule another session for next Monday, and you can let me know how you feel.”
This was the wildest shit that I had ever heard and seen. Breeze was on my table, sitting damn near between my legs, looking up at me with the sexiest expression, telling me she wanted me to fuck her.
“Mrs. Thompson, I’m going to have to end your session early,” I said as I stood.
“Breeze, as long as you don’t say that once you accept my offer, that’s fine by me,” She said as she got up behind me and went back over to the couch to grab her purse.
She spun back around and said, “Enjoy the rest of your day, Dr. Long.” Then she unlocked the door and closed it behind her. Glancing at the timer, Breeze had only been in the office for less than fifteen minutes, and that’s all it took for her to fuck up my entire day.
I got up and paced the floor; I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t interested in her. That I hadn’t thought about how fine she was since I walked into her office at the dealership. But this? This was different. She was married, and if this shit backfired, I didn’t need to be in the middle of it. Her husband may have pretended that he was cool with her doing whatever, but when niggas got tender, anything could happen.
Sitting down at my desk, I chuckled and closed my eyes as I leaned my head back against the chair. I was grateful for a couple of minutes between clients to get my mind together. Breeze had come into my office and flipped my entire day upside down. And the worst part about it? I wanted to take her up on her offer.
Chapter five
Breeze
Walking out of Dr. Long’s office, I exhaled a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I had spent the weekend building the courage to ask if he would be the person I had my solo encounter with. It went just as I expected. He didn’t think I was a weirdo, but he couldn’t jump at the chance either. I was his patient; I knew he wanted to stand on ethics and morals, but this wasn’t about that. He could return to being the decorated therapist he was known to be after the twenty-four hours were up.
