“I didn’t have to dig deep. There is plenty of information out there on your personal life.”
“I just haven’t met the right woman to have a long relationship with,” he retorts.
“Or you’re young and you want to play the field. Maybe entertain all your options? You wouldn’t be the first man to want that.”
Clearly, that’s what Aaron did with me.
“Sometimes it’s a burden to have so many options.”
“Is that right?” I roll my eyes up in my head. “How stressful that must be for you.”
“Is that a therapeutic response?” he chuckles.
“I think you and I both know that this is hardly a conversation between a client and a therapist. It’s been just Dak and Trina in this room since I walked in here and found you fondling my photographs.”
“Trina?”
“That’s what my family calls me, but you should still call me Katrina.”
“I’ll call you whatever the hell you want if you come over here.”
“What?” I feign horror at his request.
“Stand up and walk your pretty little ass over here.”
He’s so cocky.
“No.”
“Just for a minute. I want to take a better look at what you wore for me today.”
“Are you on pain medication? What on earth are you talking about?”
“The red suit the other day? I know that was for my benefit.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Uh-huh…come here, Katrina.”
I swear that an alien life form has taken over my body because I actually do what he asks, and stand up, then slowly walk over to where he’s sitting.
“Another skirt. Yum.”
“It’s a slip dress.”
“And those heels. Let me see.”
Without waiting for my obvious protest, Dak bends over and lifts my left ankle, resting it on the edge of the couch.
“You wear an anklet,” he notices.
An unexpected gift from Fatima (or more accurately, Fatima’s mother) when she visited India a few months ago.
“It’s pretty,” he says as he gently touches the delicate gold beaded piece of jewelry around my ankle. “Just like the woman who wears it.”
My nipples harden from his delicate touch and an ache forms in between my legs that I haven’t felt in forever. I should stop him before this gets way out of hand, but there’s something about being caressed, almost worshiped, by this man that I find completely addictive.
I want more.
