“What are your intentions?” I ask, fighting the urge my eyebrows have to pinch together.
He scoffs, scratching his chin performatively until he slides his foot off his knee, then leans his forearms on his thighs like he’s about to tell me something life-altering.
“You know what they are.”
“Dinner and a movie?” I suggest, hoping he takes it as a genuine suggestion.
His sinister laugh cuts through the air before his features turn cold.
“Not my style. But she’ll be left satisfied, don’t you worry.”
When I’d been given his case, his history had concerned me. Mia’s presence in the office was at the forefront of my mind when I was shown photos of the last girl he was interested in. His sexual appetites are rough, to put it mildly. His aversion to consent ups the stakes as he uses previous consent given to prove that he didn’t realize she didn’t like it. In other words, he suckered women into a relationship and then unleashed himself on them a few weeks in. They are either too far gone or too frightened by that point.
Oftentimes he expects women to play the role of mother. Other times, he’ll expect to save them from undetermined risks, including themselves. He doesn’t trust them to take care of themselves, or of him, and this leads him to become violent. On his last offensive, the one that led him to my couch, he destroyed the front door and window of an ex-girlfriend’s property in the middle of the night to prove to her that she needed him in the house. When she disagreed—to put it mildly—he refused to leave, suggesting he knew better than her and she should just submit to him. The children living in the hours were shaken, despite their mother trying to reassure them. Given that Nate had no known priors, agreed to these therapy sessions, and the victim was too terrified to be a witness in person, he managed to avoid jail time.
The timer goes off and his shark-like grin returns.
“Time’s up, Doc. I’ll let you know how my date goes.” He winks.
“I’ll see you next week, Nate.”
I put away his notes and pick up his untouched water glass, heading to the waiting room to pass it to Mia.
I watch Nate loom over her desk. She’s professional. Her courteous customer service smile is plastered on her face. But her hands are in her lap. Her knee is ticking.
“Mia?”
“Yes, Dr. Adams,” she replies quickly, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
My dick twitches in response, and the urge to pin her against the wall right in front of my patient, just to prove she’s mine, is overwhelming. Patients don’t bother me. I compartmentalize their worlds so they’re separate from my own. But Nate leering overmyMia sets my teeth on edge.
“I need your assistance for a moment, please.”
“Of course.” She turns to Nate. “Bye, Nate. See you next week.”
“Bye Mia, I look forward to it.” He grins, blatantly checking out her ass in the tight pencil skirt she’s wearing before shooting me a wink.
My fists are clenched, and the urge to slam my office door and crush my mouth to hers is enormous. I need to feel her tongue lick across my mouth. I need to feel her tits pressed against my chest. Fuck, I need to smell her. Just a waft of her perfume mixed with the scent of her own essence would calm me. I take a deep breath. Mia has no idea what I’ve discussed with Nate. I can’t fly off the handle in some jealous rage because someone was talking to her.
“What did you need help with? Is it Nate’s notes?” she asks, her hands clasped together in front of her skirt.
“No, no. Nate just lingers a little too long at your desk. I know you’ve read his file. But I’ll reiterate, his sessions are court-mandated. There are very serious reasons for him being here, and I want you to remember that when you speak with him.”
“Of course, I’m always professional with patients. I keep them at a polite distance.”
“Good, I know this isn’t anything to do with you. He’s just a very dangerous man and—" I step forward, lowering my voice an octave. “I couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.”
I push a tendril of hair behind her ear as her lips part ever so slightly.
“Alfie…” she whispers.
I take another step, my hand cupping her cheek.
She dips her eyes down to my lips, quickly licking her own, before she lifts up onto her tiptoes. Her hands run up my chest, and I feel the heavy swell of my cock, aching to finally be inside her.
Our noses brush against each other, and just after I quickly swallow down all the reasons I shouldn’t do this, the buzzer sounds.
Mia jumps back, heading to the door immediately to let in my next patient.
