The tightest leather pants known to man, grip her like a second skin. Some obviously not fit for purpose combat boots, which have a too high heel for the kind of operation she seems to be cosplaying, but manage to elongate her mouthwateringly long legs all the same. The long-sleeved top is skin tight too, bringing attention to every curve on her. Her long black hair pulled up into a high ponytail that I’d give anything to wrap around my fist and tug. That would be if she weren’t my office manager and if I were actually attracted to her. Which I’m not. Because that would be inappropriate as her boss.
She points her finger at me again, and oh God, she’s even painted her nails black too. My teenage goth girl fantasy has come to life, and she’s going to squish me under her boot just like I would imagine when I was fourteen and learned what masturbating was.
She’s catwoman and I’m just the dorky professor about to give her a history lesson before she cracks her whip and takes down another villain, or in Mia’s case, wedgies someone.
“What are you doing here?” My voice is sharp and, maybe for the first time, angry.
“I-I thought you were following another patient, so I followed you.”
“You were already out of the car when I pulled over.”
“Yeah, I overtook you and parked up. You drive like my grandma,” she snips.
I ignore the jab and turn to see Katie pull into Lottie’s driveway, pausing as she studies us for a moment.
“Mia?” she calls out.
“Err…yes,” she answers cautiously, her attention flitting between me and Katie.
“What do you drink?”
“No, Katie,” I interrupt. “Absolutely not.” She’s not coming into Lottie’s house. Not a chance am I going to spend the evening explaining why I’ve brought a woman to Dinner Club for the first time. Not when she’s dressed like a wet dream.Especially notwhen I’ve been messaging the group chat about her all damn week.
“Anything with bubbles,” Mia shouts back before I can stop her.
“We’ve got prosecco.” Another yell from Katie as she flicks her red hair over her shoulder.
“That works.”
“Nice boots, by the way.” She winks before heading up the drive, leaving me alone with Mia.
Mia looks down at her feet, grinning and despite the huff expelling from my mouth, my pulse picks up as I look down at her shoes.
Keep it together. You’re a goddamn therapist.
“Why are you here?” I repeat.
“I told you, I wanted to make sure you weren’t stalking another patient and doing a terrible job of it by not wearing a disguise.”
“And this is your idea of a good disguise?”
She looks down at herself again, this time twirling so the curve of her perfect fucking ass comes into view. “You don’t like it?”
No, I don't like it. I love it. I want to rip it off her, see if her underwear matches the theme of the day or not. I bet it does. Goddamn it, she’s driving me crazy.
“You can’t come in,” I say, a little desperation seeping in.
“I’ve already got my drink order coming.” She laughs before moving toward my car. “Do you think it’s fine to leave my car on the road?”
I look around for help from anyone, but there’s nothing. Just the giant pine trees until we make it inside. I race to the car, closing the door on her as she tries to get in the passenger-side door. She turns, and suddenly I’m caging her in against the door. The boots make her as tall as she is in those heels she wears around the office, but I can still loom over her. I don’t want to appear threatening, but she has to understand the seriousness of this situation. I could lose my job. I could lose everything. My friends could think I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Jury’s out on whether that’s true or not.
“Mia, you can’t tell them about me following patients.”
“Alfie, what do you take me for?” She rolls her eyes.
“A loose cannon with a penchant for wedging people?” I deadpan.
“Ooh, do you think there will be an opportunity for that tonight? I hope you wore your best, Dr. Adams,” she trills, pushing against my chest until I move and let her in. I close the door like a gentleman and look up to the sky, praying that I can keep my cool tonight.
