“You kissed?”
I nod, regret knotting in my gut.
“Then what happened?” she asks, pressing her lips into a thin line.
“I told her it was a mistake and it could never happen again.”
“You didn’t have sex with her?” Her voice shakes with a mix of shock and relief.
“No.”
“So you were able to determine in that moment a line had been crossed?”
I contemplate her question before answering. “Yes.”
More writing.
Then her eyes meet mine. “And why do you think that is?”
“Because I value my job more than pussy?”
She smirks. “Perhaps.” Then her expression turns more serious. “Or maybe you’re not a sex addict after all. I do think you have a strong sexual appetite. But sex addicts typically lack any self-control. A true sex addict would not have been able to determine the consequences of their actions in such a heated moment. However, you were able to stop the situation from escalating, which indicates that you do indeed possess self-control.”
“Outside of your sexual experiences, have you been in a relationship with anyone?” she asks.
“Yeah, I was married once.”
Her eyes widen with the admission. “You were?”
“Yep.”
She opens her mouth to ask another question when that damn buzzer goes off, signaling the end of our session.
I give her a wink then stand to leave. “Until next time, Doc.”
Chapter 8
