“Where and when?”
“You can set that up with Penny at the front desk. She maintains our schedules here. As for where, we have a nice room setup just for this purpose. It’s comfortable and safe.”
He sighed. “Very well.”
“I would like you to do this before your next appointment. If I only have eight more sessions to work with you, I need to have this feedback by our next meeting.”
“Very well. I will fit this in by Thursday.” He stood up as our time was up.
“This doesn’t count towards your ten sessions, either. Just so we’re clear. Chastity is an independent contractor, not my employee. I want to make sure she’s well compensated, commensurate with what you’re paying me.”
He turned to face me, his jaw set firmly. “Commensurate with what I’m paying you. Twenty thousand to touch each other? Are you sure there is no sex involved?”
“Five thousand should be sufficient. Payable on the day of your appointment.” I made a mental note to make sure Chastity got everything above what she normally charged for this appointment. We had rich patients, but even the richest paid a thousand for a sensate touch session. I knew Chastity could use an extra four thousand dollars.
Dirk walked to the door and paused before opening it. He turned to face me.
“I would trust you a lot faster, Miss Davenport, if you had dinner with me… and actually stayed throughout dinner.”
“That’s highly unethical, Mr. Baxter.”
“I won’t report it.” He finished that sentence with a slight smirk that looked devilishly handsome.
I made some notes while still seated.
Arrogant. Precocious. Presumptuous.
“Same place as last time?” he asked.
I found it difficult to separate my professional focus from the way I responded to him. From that very first night at the Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club, I had been attracted to him.
“I’m not available this weekend,” I replied. I wanted to say yes, but I needed to have a better feel for him.
“Next weekend? Saturday?” He countered.
I narrowed my eyes. Therapist Davenport shouted no as loud as she could into my left ear. The woman, Regina, kept pushing me forward. Perhaps I could get him to open up more and answer my questions about his need to investigate my entire life and the people I knew.
“While you are my patient, I am off limits to you,” I said.
“I just want to break bread together and truly get to know you.”
“Absolutely not, Mr. Baxter.”
He smiled. “You’ll say yes eventually.” He left my office, closing the door behind him.
After walking through the unanswered questions I still had, my mind immediately wandered to typical girl stuff.
He wants to go to dinner. What else does he want? Is he just trying to screw his wife out of an equal split of his assets? I’d had my own experience with that, so it seemed obvious that my mind would go there.
I made a few more notes before quitting for the day.
Felt like he had to perform.
Wants to be in control.
Has an unrealistic expectation of how long this issue will take to resolve.
What is the actual issue? Can I figure it out in 8 more weeks?
