A/N: CONFESSION: I am addicted to writing. You are addicted to reading. So we are even. Shelly, honey, I 'll help you build the coffin that you are so ready to put me in. Don't lie. I know you bought the kit. Love you all. Thanks Buffy! *MUAH*
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS
RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND LEMONS
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BPOV
Parking on the curb in front of the small, red-bricked office building, a wave of anxiety washed over me. I left the car engine running, just in case there was a slight chance that I would change my mind. The possibility of running away screaming with my tail between my legs like a scalded dog was definitely there, considering that I had never in my life done anything like this before. Sure, I've sought counseling before, but nothing compared to this.
Uncertain and in need of a distraction, I reached for the car radio and turned up the volume. I grimaced as the blatant and provocative lyrics filtered through the speakers. Well, so much for a distraction. Still contemplating on whether to get out of the damn car and put on my big girl panties, or sit here and pout like a two-year-old who just dropped his ice-cream cone, I looked down at the business card that rested in the cup holder. Removing it, I held it between my fingers, shifting my eyes back and forth from it to the building across the street. I was stalling, with high hopes that maybe I had arrived at the wrong address, or that the business card my friend Alice had given me was a practical joke.
To my dismay, the address was correct. No practical jokes intended. Alice. Sometimes I wasn't sure if I wanted to wrap my arms around her and give her a big hug, or wring her scrawny, little neck. With my wedding night soon approaching, I was becoming more nervous as each day brought me closer to the inevitable. Jacob, my fiancé and more than experienced, had been surprisingly patient during our year long engagement. Not once had he complained about my decision to abstain from sex until we finally tied the knot. This shocked me somewhat, considering that he had previous lovers. I had braced myself for an ambush after six months of being engaged, but it never happened. I was proud of him, as it took a lot of restraint on his part. The fact that I was a virgin never seemed to be a problem, either, which I was endlessly grateful for.
I had my concerns, the major one being that since I had never been with a man, whether I would be able to please him. With this issue keeping me awake at night, and endless prodding from Alice, constantly begging me to confide my worries, she had convinced me to see a therapist. A sex therapist, nonetheless. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I recalled our recent conversation. Alice was a bully. Petite, with all the strength of a sewing needle, but still a bully. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I decided to take her advice and make an appointment.
Guilt-driven and curious, I shut off the engine and stepped out of the car, and then walked patiently across the street to the office. Upon opening the door, I inhaled the heavy scent of cinnamon and apples as it drifted in the air around me. Straight ahead, a short and thin woman with black hair, sporting a pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat at a metal desk. She was scribbling frantically on a piece of paper. The receptionist, I assumed. Taking a deep breath, I walked softly across the beige carpet. As I approached the desk, she looked up at me and smiled.
"Good morning. I'm Jessica. May I help you?" she said impatiently through a practiced smile.
"Yes." I paused to clear my throat. "My name is Bella Swan. I have a ten o'clock appointment with Dr. Cullen."
Jessica turned and tapped violently on the keyboard that sat directly to her right.
"Ah. Here you are. Now that I have you checked in," she reached down and opened a drawer, pulled out a stack of papers and secured them in a clipboard. "You'll need to fill out this questionnaire. When you're finished, just bring it back to me." She handed me a pen and gestured toward the seating area before returning back to her scribbling.
Scanning over the questionnaire, I decided that it was harmless enough. Just your basic questions; name, address, phone number. That is until I got to the third page. Holy intrusive inquiries Batman! I wasn't expecting the candid phrases that popped out at me. I sat there, looking ridiculous, with my mouth gaped open and a shocked expression, answering each one honestly. Unbelievable. I made a mental note to fill out a comment card on my way out and suggest they rephrase some of the questions, take them down a notch or two. After what seemed like the telling of my life story and embarrassing myself to death, I finished filling out the forms and returned them to a now frustrated Jessica. I smiled inwardly at her confused expression, hilarious in its twisted state.
Looking at the clock on the wall, half an hour had passed. This is exactly why I hate doctors. They know you need their services and take advantage of that need by making you wait, knowing you won't leave, no matter how pissed you are. Must be nice to have a god-complex.
I was torn from my mental ramblings when I heard my name. Following the smooth lull of the voice, my eyes fell to find the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was tall, with a medium build. Auburn hair spiked neatly in place, and arresting silver-blue eyes, close set and wide. His angular features were mouth watering … masculine, yet gentle at the same time. A sharp jaw and confident chin. Comfortably dressed in fitted, black dress slacks and a crisp, white shirt tucked into the waistband, and a solid, black silk tie, he was breathtaking. At least that's what I thought, until he smiled as he caught me in my shameless perusal of his anatomy. That smile. Boyishly handsome against his harsh manly features, the man rendered me weak.
This was my chance to run. I could just get up and walk out. Forget I even entertained the idea in the first place. I smiled nervously as I rose from the seat and walked over to him. Taking a deep breath, I caught a slight whiff of his cologne. My knees buckled slightly and I had to stop briefly to regain my composure. Finally able to stand, I continued across the room.
"Good morning, Miss Swan. I'm Dr. Cullen," he said charismatically as he extended his hand.
I hesitated, and then slipped my hand into his. "Good Morning."
"Nice to meet you. If you'll follow me …" He held the door open and waited for me to enter the hallway. I paused as he stepped slowly around me.
I couldn't help noticing the way his slacks hugged his ass as I followed him to his office.
This was going to be a nightmare. One session. That's all I need, I murmured to myself as I sat down in the burgundy leather chair. My hands started to shake as I heard the door quietly shut. I took a deep breath and waited for him to sit.
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UPDATE WHENEVER I CAN. sorry so short. next one in Eds POV..you'll love it I promise