The room is dark. There is a television with the sound turned down flickering in a corner. The doctor is sitting behind a dark oak desk. The light from a desk lamp beams across his face. Intense brown eyes look up at me as I step into the room. A thin black moustache stabs across the full upper lip of his sensuous mouth. He smiles hungrily at my high heels, short skirt, and silk blouse.
I walk quickly to the desk my hand extended. "Good afternoon Doctor. I'm very grateful you could fit me into your busy schedule."
He rises from his desk chair, his movements fluid, intentional. He reaches up to smooth his black hair, which he wears slicked back and pulled into a long spiral ponytail. It is an unconscious gesture. His only one. He takes my hand and raises my fingers to his lips. "It's what I do Miss Trece."
His words, unlike his movements are sharp, nearly angry. They imply impatience but his voice is warm, somewhere between a rasp and a purr, the combination is like the smell of burning maple leaves on a crisp autumn morning. He could talk me into anything.
"You sounded quite distraught on the phone. What is the problem?"
"Well, Doctor, I have a very important presentation to give later today. It's vital to the funding of my project at work. I woke up this morning feeling very, very frightened and small, as if I had become completely invisible. I can't convince a group of powerful bankers to fund my project if I can't convince myself that I even exist."
My voice quaveres with uncertainty. Unshed tears sparkle on my eye lashes as I look up into his ferocious nearly savage eyes.
"Once again, Miss Trece, your lack of self confidence has taken control of your overactive imagination." He clips the ends of his words as if to save time in speaking them.
"Of course you exist."
He glides around the corner of the desk to stand within a hand's breadth of me. "I tell you every week. Believe in yourself."
He takes my hand and guides me to the full-length mirror opposite the television in the darkest corner of the room. He stands behind me as I face the mirror.
"Close your eyes," he commands sharply. My eyes snap shut.
"Breathe deeply," he whispers huskily into my hair. I inhale slowly. He is so close I can smell his subtle cologne. No one else smells like him and I can find the fragrance in none of the local shops. There is also the faint scent of leather from his chair and a lingering trace of cigarette smoke. I breathe deeply. His scent is the comforting and exciting smell of a "Man".
"Now Miss Trece, listen carefully to my voice." (Like not listening might even be a possibility.)
"You are a beautiful woman." I feel him step closer to me.
"You are an intelligent woman." He rests his hands on my shoulders.
"You are capable of accomplishing anything on which you choose to exert your considerable talents." He slides them down my arms in a soothing caress.
"Today you will enter your meeting proudly." They continue down my body and grasp my hips.
"You will confront the participants of this meeting as an equal." He pulls me back against his body. I can feel the muscles of his chest flexing against my back.
"You will convey to these men the importance of your project." His hands renew their travels back up my arms to my shoulders.
"They will be pleased that you allow them to contribute their financial assistance to such a vital project." I lean my head back to rest on his shoulder.
"There is nothing they will be able to do to resist such an intelligent, resourceful, sexy woman as you are." He bends forward slightly to rest his lips against the nape of my neck. I sigh deeply as he grazes the surface of my skin with his teeth and bestows a solitary kiss on the mark. The tingle spreads down my back into my hips, down my legs, into my toes and back again up to the top of my head.
"Open your eyes," he commands. My eyes open to what must be my reflection in the mirror. It is a beautiful, bright-eyed woman. She isn't entirely familiar being slightly flushed but, she is very much in existence. He steps back as I turn to face him.
"Thank you Doctor. As always, your "hands on" style of therapy has taken me successfully through another crisis. What do I owe you?" A predatory smile plays around his mouth. His eyes light with an almost feral gleam.
"Return to this office after your meeting Serena." He snaps out as he strokes the thin line of his moustache. "We will discuss "payment" at that time."
I nod shortly and step across the room to leave the office. As I touch the door handle I hear two words purred out quietly into the empty air of the office behind me.
"Don't misbehave." A smile spreads across my face as he adds two words of "encouragement".
"Until later."
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