“So, if she is the mastermind behind some grand scheme, what do you think we should do?” Dirk asked.
“Well, you own a well-regarded security company and your girl…” I looked at him, trying to remember the name.
“Hayley?” He replied, filling in the blank for me.
“Yeah. Hayley is a talented investigator. She could find out what’s going on, right?”
“Maybe. But what is Scarlet’s motive for scaring you?”
“Doesn’t it seem obvious?”
“No.”
“Do you really think you can trust Scarlet? Can you trust her enough to salvage your marriage with her?”
He sighed heavily.
“I’ve tried to see if there’s a chance between us. She’s been the model wife, but she keeps playing on my emotions and my inability to fuck her as a major problem. She keeps saying I’ll never find a woman who would want to be with me if I can’t please her with my…”
“Your cock?” I finished his sentence when he paused.
“Yeah.” He whispered with an exasperated puff of breath.
“So, you don’t think you can salvage it?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
“Reggie. I told you. All I can think of is you and the way you both intrigue me and arouse me. If I’m totally honest with you and myself, I want you. I found myself just going through the motions and her manipulative ways were so much more obvious to me these last few weeks.”
I felt my heart relax. My conflicted morals, that didn’t want to break up their marriage and wanted to be as distant as I could while trying to be their therapist, seemed to slide away.
I thought of him constantly, too. I’d masturbated to the tape of his first sensate touch session with Chastity too many times. Fantasies about repeating the night I had used sensate touch to see if he could get an erection with me and the blowjob I gave him seemed to be on constant repeat. Visions of the first night at the Cherry Pie in the private room ran through my mind at random times during the day and too often at night.
Without a doubt, I wanted to be with my Mr. Dark Eyes, Dirk Baxter, too.I surely was going to hell.
“So, you love me, Dirk?”
“Yes, Reggie, I love you. I want to be with you, but I respect your need to not interfere in my marriage. I promise, though, that this is more than me falling for my therapist.”
I had to smile at his comment. He seemed determined to prove his love even by denying the common trap many patients fall into—developing feelings for their therapist.
I met his gaze and let the desire and determination I saw in those dark eyes of his soak into me. His love and desire were so palpable I could feel it on my skin. I wanted to return it. Soon.
My phone beeped. I had a text. It was from Richard.
Ass-Hat: You definitely don’t want to fuck with this one.
Reggie: Is this the one, Richard?
Ass-Hat: I can neither confirm nor deny your question. I can say, she has friends who seem willing to do things for her. Some gorgeous friends.
His ‘confirm nor deny’ statement was his subtle way of saying yes. The rest of that text meant that she took advantage of Richard’s biggest weakness. Women.
Reggie: What does she expect me to do?
Ass-Hat: She said you would find out soon enough.
