18. Nala
“How was the conference, Dr. Jackson? Dr. Booker?”
She gestured for us to follow her into her office and take a seat in the dark brown leather chairs facing her desk.
She and her husband stayed in the Poconos for a week before returning to Pittsburgh. Due to her trying to get caught up on her caseload and supervisory tasks, she was only now able to get a report on our experience. Neither of us complained about the delayed meeting. It gave us time to get our heads on straight especially since we had been spending almost every day with each other after work whether it was me with him or him with me. No matter what, he would be inside of me, forcing his name out of my lips, forcing me to cum on his dick, forcing me to love him more. I tried my best to keep all of that away from the office and had done pretty good at it.
However, the time we were afforded to assure our stories were straight, seemed to go up in dust now that we were in Dr. Patton’s presence. Something about her brought out the truth.
“Have a seat and tell me all about it.”
“Well, it was good…”
“It was great. “
Our voices collided with each other in an awkwardness that neither of us was able to hide from the woman now seated in front of us. Dr. Patton viewed us from beneath her spectacles before pulling them away from her face and setting them down on the desk in front of her.
She lifted her blue and white sorority mug from off her desk and brought it to her lips before taking a slow sip of the steaming liquid. After a while, she closed her eyes before releasing the cup from her lips and setting the mug back down. Her focus on the both of us was unnerving but I focused on giving nothing away especially not how many times I had swallowed Dr. Booker’s dick while at the conference.
“You know. I chose you two for this conference for a reason.”
I nodded. “Yes, and you were right. I did gain a lot from going. “
Zaire said nothing. He was getting on my nerves. How could he remain so calm?
“I’m glad you did but that was only part of me sending you and Dr. Booker. I’ve been watching the two of you retreat from the obvious.”
We looked at each other for a moment, his eyes communicating with me to play it cool.
Now he chose to speak up. “What’s the obvious?”
“That you two love each other.”
I started choking. Dr. Patton handed me a bottle of water from her desk drawer and looked at Zaire, who for the first time, looked uncomfortable.
After a sip of the water, I was able to find my voice so I thought I would help him out. “Well, I wouldn’t say that Dr. Patton—I.”
“It’s not necessary to deny anything, Dr. Jackson. These things happen.”
“What things happen?”
She laughed and I looked over to Zaire who now seemed to be wondering what the heck was going on just like I was.
“I’ve been working in this field for nearly forty years. I’ve not only helped my patients come to realizations of their own but helped my employees as well. There’s no taking this hat off when the patient leaves my presence. I’m always me.”
I nodded because I understood that.
“So, seeing the two of you do everything in your power to deny how you were feeling for each other has been interesting, to say the least, and at times painful.”
Whew chile, didn’t I know itwas my thought?
“That is why I thought it necessary for you both to go to the conference together.”
Dr. Patton had pimped us out?
“You can close your mouth now, Dr. Jackson. You too, Dr. Booker.”
She got up from her desk came around it and leaned against it to look down upon us. “Like I said, it’s been painful to watch this all go down and I needed to help the best way I knew how and that was to make sure you had space and closeness to figure it out.”
I swallowed hard and wondered about the angels in my life. When people thought of angels they often were talking about the girl of money, or jobs, or safety. Never about finding the love of your life.
“Did you figure it out?”
“We did.”
Zaire’s sure voice got my attention, and he looked over at me slowly.
“She’s exactly what I needed, Dr. Patton.”
“Please call me Carla. It’s time that we stop standing on ceremony. At least until you head back out there to work.”
I nodded and waited because she looked like she had more to say.
“This won’t be easy and I’m not talking about your relationship though I suspect from what I know about the two of you, nothing will come without a tad bit of effort but there’s nothing wrong with that. I, despite what the social media experts say about love and relationships, believe that some relationships that require effort, are just as beautiful as the ones that come together seamlessly. Not all love stories start, exist, or end the same way. If you are happy, then truthfully, we must all be happy for you and I am very happy you have found each other. Now let’s discuss how to make sure we keep harmony within this clinic and on our clinical team. Is that alright?”
I was tempted to say “Yes ma’am” but instead I nodded when Zaire spoke on our behalf and said, “Yes, Dr. Patton.”
“Great, now let’s talk ground rules.”