Chapter 4 #2
My morning had been moving slowly, and I wasn’t really in the mood, but it was Monday. It wasn’t my favorite day of the week, but today gave it a new meaning. It’s the day I had been anticipating since Friday evening.
My first clients of the morning were an elderly couple in their sixties who had been coming to me for five years.
They come to me for two months at the beginning of the year and two months before the end of the year.
They said counseling was the key to their marriage, that they had been doing it for over 40 years, and that they found me when they moved here.
They basically would come to talk. Today, they had been arguing the entire session about a conversation they had on vacation this past weekend, and despite my being there to mediate and redirect them, the banter between them was funny as hell.
It was something straight off a marriage skit, and they were some of my favorite patients to see.
“Dr. Long, Thompson has just checked in,” Shareese peeked her head in the door and called out to me.
“Have them wait a couple of minutes; I need to make a quick call. I’ll send you a chat when I’m ready for them to come back,” I said, looking down at my phone and seeing that one of the guys I had gone to school with asked me to call him when I got a second.
After I called and sent him the resource book that he had requested, I sent Shareese a Teams message and told her that she could send the Thompsons back.
Not a minute later, the door opened and in walked Mrs. Thompson.
She was alone and casually dressed. It was a complete contrast to how she had come to her sessions previously; prior to today, she had been dressed in business attire.
Today it was another one of those two-piece sets that she had on when we crossed paths at the steakhouse.
It was tan, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the pants clung to her thick hips.
“Good morning,” she smiled as she took a seat casually, like she was at my house, and I called her over to come chill.
“Good morning, are we waiting on your husband?” I asked as she straightened out her clothing and set her bag on the couch beside her.
“Actually, no. I wanted to see you without him. I hope that’s okay.” She started as she looked at me.
“That’s fine. Should I start a separate file for just your sessions?” I asked.
“Totally up to you.” She shrugged. I did my best to keep my poker face, but I was confused by what was going on.
“Okay, what brings you by today?”
“I wanted to follow up on the sessions that my husband and I had. It’s been a couple of weeks, and we have decided to move forward with the solo encounter. My issue is that I only have a desire for one man, but I don’t think we should… You know.” Her words trailed off as she exhaled deeply.
“So, are you saying that you want to call off the agreement with your husband?” I asked for clarity.
Her eyes started to scan the room, nervously. They went from the tile to the windows and even shot up toward the ceiling before she made eye contact with me again. Judging by her body language, something was weighing on her.
“Dr. Long, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m not here because I want to call off the experience. I’m here because I have only one other man in mind, and I don’t know how to approach him about it. Our relationship is a bit complicated.”
I nodded.
“Got it. How long have you known this person?” I asked.
“Not very long.” She said barely above a whisper.
“So, take it you’re not comfortable with just saying it?”
“Should I be? That’s not something people hear every day. I don’t want him to think I’m a creep.” She took her hand and fanned herself.
“That’s a fair point, but I believe it’s all in the delivery. Unfortunately, being blunt and honest is the best way to go forward. It’ll help that person to understand the why and not have any expectations.”
“So, I should just say it?”
“I can’t tell you what to do. Only give you a recommendation. I’m taking into account that you’re not comfortable. But that’s my suggestion,” I hadn’t touched my pen since she was here. I didn’t even have a thought I wanted to record.
She slid to the edge of the couch, got up, and walked around the coffee table. My eyebrow rose as she took a seat on the coffee table directly in front of me and crossed her legs.
“Well, Dr. Long. You’re the person that I have in mind. My husband has given me permission to have another partner for one night, and I want that person to be you.” She said softly. Her eyes held my stare with nothing but lust in them.
I was shocked; there wasn’t much that could make a nigga speechless, but this was high on the list.
“Mrs. Thompson, I don’t get involved with my patients like that.”
“Okay, you’re fired.” She chuckled and bit her bottom lip.
“It doesn’t work like that. I appreciate the offer, I guess.
But I’ll have to decline.” It was words that I didn’t even want to say, but I knew it had to be done.
I had never expected Breeze to say that the man was me.
I found her attractive as fuck, but I didn’t want to get into what she and her husband had going on.
Not only that, but I also wasn’t the person to be told by anybody when and how I could move.
She got up from the table, went over to the door, and locked it.
“Mrs. Thompson,” I warned her as she took a seat back in front of me on the coffee table.
Her hand went to my knee, and I could feel my body reacting in a way I didn’t want to.
“You just convinced me to tell you, and now you’re rejecting me,” she laughed, then composed herself.
“I told you it was strange, and I didn’t want to seem like a creep.
But we can table the discussion for now.
If you want some time to think about it, just take a week.
I’ll schedule another session for next Monday, and you can let me know how you feel. ”
This was the wildest shit that I had ever heard and seen. Breeze was on my table, sitting damn near between my legs, looking up at me with the sexiest expression, telling me she wanted me to fuck her.
“Mrs. Thompson, I’m going to have to end your session early,” I said as I stood.
“Breeze, as long as you don’t say that once you accept my offer, that’s fine by me,” She said as she got up behind me and went back over to the couch to grab her purse.
She spun back around and said, “Enjoy the rest of your day, Dr. Long.” Then she unlocked the door and closed it behind her. Glancing at the timer, Breeze had only been in the office for less than fifteen minutes, and that’s all it took for her to fuck up my entire day.
I got up and paced the floor; I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t interested in her.
That I hadn’t thought about how fine she was since I walked into her office at the dealership.
But this? This was different. She was married, and if this shit backfired, I didn’t need to be in the middle of it.
Her husband may have pretended that he was cool with her doing whatever, but when niggas got tender, anything could happen.
Sitting down at my desk, I chuckled and closed my eyes as I leaned my head back against the chair.
I was grateful for a couple of minutes between clients to get my mind together.
Breeze had come into my office and flipped my entire day upside down.
And the worst part about it? I wanted to take her up on her offer.