“You had to know I had feelings for you?”
“I’m a therapist. Not a mind reader.”
“Fair enough.”
“So, what do you feel for me?”
“I find you intriguing. Intelligent. Gorgeous. Sexy. I’m fascinated by you.”
“I asked what you feel for me.” Even though all those adjectives were flattering, he still avoided the question, while at the same time making my heart warm to him.
“I feel like I want to get to know you more. See you more.”
“Let me help. Do you feel love? Like? Affection? Lust? Desire?”
“Ah, yes. Feelings. They are so ambiguous. I read once that the feelings of anxiety and excitement produce the same chemical reaction in the body. It is just our frame of mind that defines whether that chemical reaction is wanted or unwanted.”
“Do you ever just answer a question?”
“Yes.”
I laughed at his response, not because of the word, but because of his expression. He looked insulted. When I finished laughing, I glared at him, holding his gaze. I intended to get an answer out of him or leave.
“Fine. I find myself feeling a great deal of affection for you and unquenchable…” He stopped mid-sentence.
“Unquenchable what?”
“Unquenchable desire.”
The intensity in his eyes now became clear. Desire. He desired me. My heart rate quickened. My face felt flushed and I could feel that tightening in my pussy. I expected to be wet real soon. Wait, maybe I already am.
“When did you first feel this desire?”
“That first night I saw you at the Cherry Pie. I knew then I wanted you.”
“You were married.”
“I know. I hadn’t felt such an immediate reaction to someone in a long time, though. That level of desire had not been seen in my relationship with Scarlet in a long time. Even when I did… well, let’s just say the equipment wasn’t as operational as it was that night.”
“That was because of her little cocktail, though.” My voice hopefully conveyed the caring I felt for him.
“Yes. I know. She and I weren’t attracted to each other anymore, and I had never felt this desire I feel for you with her.”
“Desire is never the basis for a long-lasting relationship.”
“It is a start, though. I don’t know if I have the words to explain it, but I believe a life with you could be different.”
“Are you proposing, Mr. Baxter?”
“Not yet. But I want to see you more. Daily if possible. Not as a therapist, but as my…”
“Girlfriend?”
“That doesn’t seem to really encompass what I expect to experience with you, but yes. My girlfriend.”
The thought of being with Dirk daily both excited me and terrified me. When I was with him, all I wanted was his tongue or cock inside me. I didn’t know if I could stand to be in this state of arousal every day. It would be fun to find out, though.
He hadn’t told me he loved me, which were words so many women wanted to hear. In my experience, some men used the term too often and didn’t really know what it meant to a woman to hear it from someone they really loved. So, his words were enough to stay for dinner.
