“Didn’t we have a six o'clock appointment?" she says hesitantly in a voice smooth as butter, furrowing her brows together in clear displeasure. I'm silent, my throat working around a swallow and I feel my face heat when her eyes lower, catching it. "My,"she scoffs a soft laugh, even asthe corner of her mouth tips down a little, "maybe I was right to be worried? A little judgmental, wouldn’t you say? I’m not here forintake.”
Her eyes tear away too soon as she reaches to the floor to grab her tote bag, which was hidden behind the mass of her skirt.
My brain begins to thankfully click back on, I think, and I work to find words to speak to her. I suck in a breath that does nothingto steady me, nor help me to speak. My throat tightens when she turns back to me and arches a pretty eyebrow as she leans forward to stand. Vocal cords frozen, I try again, but it's no use. It ain't happening. The alphabet is gone.
She's taken it.
No—stolenit from me.
However, though I can't manage to form a coherent word, as she stands up, Iamcognizant enough to notice a pained look cross her face before it's gone too soon. I fight to keep my expression neutral, because what's that about?
Her eyes flick towards the psychiatry hall. “Um…where’s your office?” she asks in a cool, professional tone, glancing at me expectantly. When I'm still silent, she gestures with a finger towards the hall."There?"
I nod, like an idiot.
Shit.The blood drains from my face as that displeased look on her face becomes more pronounced. She's not happy, and now neither am I because I can'tstandbad first impressions. Goddammit.
Grabbing onto the bag’s handle instead of slinging it across her shoulder, Sarah huffs a long suffering sigh before walking stiffly past me, headed the way I just came. My head turns to follow her as she walks past, and when her back is completely to me, I bring a hand up to rub at the sudden painful ache in my chest that’s getting tighter by the second.
My eyes roam greedily, watching her long hair swish thickly behind her back and brushing the round globes of her ass.
My jaw clenches when I get a whiff of her scent, and my cock suddenly jerks to life, surprising me.
Thankfully, despite the lack of blood, my brain decides to stop betraying me and snaps back into action. I narrow my eyes before pivoting smoothly and following Sarah into the hall and through the door of myownoffice.
Because thisisSarah Johnson, right? Has to be. And boy, was I dead ass wrong about who I thought she was. This isnothinglike I'd been envisioning. But it's poetic, though, because here she is proving me wrongagain.
My mouth starts to water as my cock twitches and forms a heartbeat so chaotic, painful, and unfair that I bristle, nowpissed.
I'm tired from a long day of helming a difficult client’s evaluation. My brain feels broken, and now my cock hurts. And I really want my ice cream sundae. However, I try to play it cool, feigning nonchalance.
“Ms.Sarah Johnson?” I enquire in a deep, clipped tone, walking smoothly to stand behind my office chair as she sits down across from me without waiting for me to offer her a seat.
“Yes, that’s me,” she says absentmindedly, reaching into her large tote bag without meeting my eyes. “Sarah Johnson," she almost sings in a matter-of-fact tone. "You were probably expecting the other Ms. Johnson? I get mixed up with herallthe time.” She gets a tiny grin, as if she's amused, but it's gone a second later.
Placing my hands on the back of my chair, I wet my lips, taken aback once more by the lilt in her voice. I need her gone. Need a minute to figure out what's happening to me. Why my body is doing this.
“Ms. Johnson, I’m so sorry to tell you this, but I’m afraid today isn’t a good day for this meeting,” I say smoothly, injecting as much confidence as I can in my voice.
Pain erupts in my face as my jaw ticks hard.
My fingers sink rather uncomfortably into the back of my leather office chair as I attempt with everything in me to get a fucking grip when Sarah looks up sharply. A shocked look flashes in her hazel eyes before settling into an infuriated stare, and her nostrils flare slightly in aggravation. I watch silentlyas her creamy, medium-toned skin flushes a pretty, light-rose color, darkening her skin slightly more. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever had the privilege to witness.
"What?"she half-whispers, and Ilovethat. I love that she's not yelling.
I adore her tone of voice. And even though she looks angry at me, I still feel so safe in her presence, oddly enough.
Feeling myself break out into a sweat, I just stare back, completely enraptured. So overtaken I can't even begin to figure out how to function.
She's going to fucking report my ass. I know it.
Unfortunately, I can't bring myself to care. Because the longer she stares into my eyes, the clearer it becomes that something is happening within me I can't explain. My throat bobs uncomfortably, and my chest expands as I feel my erection suddenly lengthen and thicken to its fullest extent. A muscle jerks in my thigh as my shaft tingles, and my balls draw up tight.
My entire being fills with heat, and I pray to everything holy that I don't ejaculate on myself in front of this woman, because I can feel a steady stream of precome flowing from me, informing me that this might be a very real possibility. I can't go down like this.
I need her gone.
My heart pounds so loud I'm sure she can hear it rom where she's sitting. We're both still silent, aside from my harsh breathing and elevated heartbeat roaring in my ears.
