Therapy Session

Chapter 1

Chapter one

Breeze Thompson

“Thank you for calling Luxe Motors. How may I assist you?” I said into the phone for the fiftieth time this morning.

The downpayment special I decided to run proved well worth the hassle.

The phones were ringing nonstop, the salesmen were busy with clients, and the waiting room was slowly filling with more buyers waiting to see if they were eligible for our newest imports.

After transferring the caller to the loan officer's queue, I tapped my mouse, woke the screen, checked a couple of emails, and made some appointments.

My office door swung open without a knock, and my head whipped with a frown on my face.

When I turned toward the door, my frown was immediately gone when I saw who was standing in the doorway.

Tim, standing there looking as fine as sin in his black collar shirt with the Luxe logo, slacks, and dress shoes.

He walked in with a bouquet of flowers and a box of pastries, which I assumed were for the rest of the staff.

Pushing back from my position, I rounded the oakwood desk and went to embrace him.

He set the items on my desk and then wrapped his arms around me.

“I missed you,” he mumbled as we parted, and then his lips fell on mine. I moaned as I kissed him like we had been away from one another for way longer than the two short weeks while he had been travelling to auctions.

“I missed you too,” I said breathlessly through kisses, and he backed me up against the desk.

“You do?” He groaned.

“Mmhmm,” I said as I held the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.

He took his hand off my butt and looped it inside my belt, undoing it. Then he pulled at the waist of my slacks and snapped the button loose. Before I knew it, he had tugged at the zipper and had begun to pull my pants down over my hips.

“Mrs. Thompson, your first appointment has arrived a bit early. Are you prepared? Or would you like for me to have them wait in the lobby until you’re ready?” My receptionist, Natalie, said over the intercom.

As soon as he heard her, Tim exhaled and rested his forehead against mine.

“Make them wait,” he pleaded as he peppered kisses along my jawline and into my neck.

I quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him, then pulled my pants up. Gently, I nudged him back before moving around my desk to face him from the other side.

“Good morning, Natalie. You can have them wait for a second while I finish up here, and I’ll let you know when to send them up.” I said with a raised eyebrow as I glanced over at the expression on Tim’s face with a smirk.

“Gotcha,” she responded before I heard the intercom disconnect.

Tucking in my button-down, I looked at the bulge in Tim’s pants and ran my hands over it.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” I teased as I zipped my slacks and fastened my belt before running my hands over my clothing to ensure that I didn’t look like what had just been seconds away from happening.

“You don’t listen,” Tim scoffed as he repositioned himself in his pants and closed some of the space between us again.

“We have all the time in the world. I have to take this client,” I bit my lip as I leaned up to kiss him again.

“I love you.” He sighed.

“I love you more,” I said as he picked up the pastries and walked back toward the door. I blushed as I watched him walk into the hallway.

Once he was gone, I took a seat back in my office chair and pressed the intercom to speak to Natalie.

“Hey, Nat. You can send them up.” I said as I unlocked my computer screen and pulled up the sale documents I needed.

Owning a business with your husband has its pros and cons. Tim often assumed he could walk into the office and have me bent over the desk whenever he pleased. Usually, he did, but not today. I had a client to meet and couldn’t step out to shower or change.

Tim and I had been together since middle school, when I would sneak late-night phone calls to him after my mother went to sleep. He had been the love of my life since we were twelve.

Now at thirty-two, we are twenty years into our love story, and he still gives me the same butterflies as he did when he told me to meet him by the lockers and I had my first kiss.

I wouldn’t change a thing about our journey.

Tim is really my person, and he’s so patient with me.

His being fine as hell is just an added bonus.

Tim is tall, brown-skinned, clean-cut, but covered in tattoos that give him his street look. Contrary to his outer appearance, he’s one of the best businessmen I know and is great at what he does at our two dealerships.

He’s not only smart but driven. The kind of man that people respect when he walks into a room.

He built Luxe Motors from the ground up.

He’s always had a love for cars, so what started as him going to auctions to buy and resell them blossomed into two car dealerships.

He started the business while I was in college and earned a degree.

Now we are the dream team and building an empire.

Breaking me out of my daydream about my man were two knocks at the door.

“Come in,” I said as I stood to greet the client who was coming in.

There was a woman, gorgeous and pregnant. With her hair pulled up into a ponytail that flowed down her back, she was wearing a sundress that had her belly on full display. I smiled at how radiant she looked as she walked in, her smile warm.

“Hello, nice to meet you,” she said as she stepped through the door.

Before I could return the greeting and run over to close the door behind her, in walked a man who made me take one of those dramatic gulps like in the movies.

“Nice to meet you as well, Mrs. Hamilton,” I said despite the fact that I had suddenly become flustered.

His presence seemed to shift the whole atmosphere of the room. He was dark skinned and had the physique of an NFL player. As a tall girl myself at 5’8”, he towered over me. He was easily 6’6” or more. He was dressed casually, and I didn’t mean to stare at her man, but he was fine as hell.

“Hello,” I said as I quickly extended my hand to him. He gave me a quick head nod as we shook hands, then he pushed the door closed while I went back to my desk so we could start the sale process.

I made small talk with Mrs. Hamilton ever so often while I filled out the forms for her.

When I looked up, her husband and I caught eyes for a bit, and I could see the lust in them.

I tried to pretend like I hadn’t seen it.

But he was staring at me right in front of his wife, and it was making me a bit uncomfortable because she didn’t seem to pay him any attention at all.

I started speeding through the paperwork, missing highlighted fields, just to get them out the door.

“Alrighty, we are almost finished, Mrs. Hamilton, just a couple more signatures. Is this your push gift?” I questioned her as I slipped another set of papers across the desk for her to sign.

She had mentioned earlier in conversation that her husband was purchasing the vehicle for her, and given the fact that she’s pregnant, it made sense to ask.

“Yes, actually it is.” She said as she learned forward and signed the places that I had highlighted.

“You have great taste, Mr. Hamilton. The Urus is powerful but still has room for bags, kids, and car seats.” I started to say to the guy who had been sitting quietly throughout the interaction. I had tried to find a name on the paperwork, but hers was the only one listed on the sale.

As soon as I said it, her face turned to disgust, “This negro is not my husband. This is my brother. My husband is playing basketball overseas. If he were my husband, I would have beaten his head in for the way he’s been eyeing you down and making love faces at you.

He just brought me to pick up my truck, and to take me shopping so I could spend all his money on his nephew,” she laughed as she called him out and waved him off.

He chuckled as he slowly looked up from his phone, “Now I’m going home.”

“That’s correct. After you take me shopping.” She beamed, and I laughed at their dynamic. I had three older brothers, and if there was one thing I knew, it was how to be the spoiled little sister.

“Aight. We’ll see,” He challenged her.

I shook my head as they mumbled back and forth in the background, then scanned the documents back to myself so I could complete her purchase and have the funds confirmed.

It took me another couple of minutes, but once the payment went through, I printed her receipt and got her on her way.

I chose not to comment on the fact that she had said anything about him watching me.

Not only was I married, but it would be unprofessional.

“You are all set. I hope you enjoy your custom Urus and have a safe delivery.” I smiled as I picked up the receiver to call the salesman so he could give her the keys and take her downstairs to her new ride.

She reached across the table to shake my hand, got up slowly, and rubbed her protruding belly, which looked like she was about to drop at any time.

“Appreciate you,” he said as he reached over and shook my hand again. He held it for a beat too long and let his eyes scan my body. The smell of Tom Ford invaded my nostrils.

I dropped his hand after seeing that he wasn’t going to let go of mine, and I created a little distance between us. He looked down at me with the deepest brown eyes, and then turned around and walked out.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I breathed a sigh of relief.

While my heart may have belonged to Tim.

I still had eyes, and that was one of the finest men that I had seen in a very long time.

Like his parents made him out of that ‘dark skinned aunt Viv’ love that J.

Cole rapped about. I shook the thought from my head as another appointment popped up on the screen for me to accept.

I confirmed the time and sighed heavily.