Chapter II
"It's a beautiful view." Brandon breathed. Dr. Geist looked up from her notebook to the window. The day was just beginning, traffic and people moved quickly outside crowding the streets and sidewalks.
"Yes, I do enjoy the view from up here, not too high but just high enough. It's one of my favorite scenes," she confessed. She looked over a Brandon to confirm. He was staring at her intently. She realized he again was using one of his double entendres, not actually looking at the city view at all. She decided not to respond and moved on instead.
"I must admit Brandon, I'm a little surprised to see you here." Dr. Geist confessed.
"Really," he questioned, "Why exactly is that?"
"You've stacked up quite a reputation for cancellations, last minute reschedules and missed appointments." she stated casually. "I usually don't like to read reports I see from other doctors, too many preconceived notions. I like to form my own opinion of my patients instead of relying on others."
He continued to smile, slightly embarrassed. It was true he didn't always keep the appointments. Sitting in this office regardless of how beautiful the view was, was the last thing he wanted to do. Trying to keep constant appointments was a burden. But for some reason, he couldn't quite explain to himself the need he had to keep his date with her. Maybe that is what helped, thinking of it as a date. He changed the subject instead.
"You have a new secretary," the smile that played on his lips switched to a devilish grin.
"Administrative assistant," she corrected. "They no longer appreciate being referred to as secretaries. Why do you think I have a new assistant Brandon?"
"I couldn't fathom." He said he feigned innocence and tried to remove the smile that continued to tug at the corners of his mouth. Dr. Geist waited for Brandon to continue but he didn't, he sat defiantly waiting for her to admit what happened.
"How do you feel about it Brandon?" She asked leaning back in her chair and biting the rough edges of her nail that had ripped earlier. She didn't feel the need to indulge him on this.
"I don't have an opinion." He said shaking his head and plucking a piece of lint off his pant leg. "I guess I should feel bad if I am responsible for her termination."
"But you don't really?" He smiled at the memory of the feel of her skin, of her smell. He had her easily enough, minutes after he left his appointment with Dr. Geist. She screamed his name as he took her from behind. Something he may have returned if he had bothered to learn hers. He felt no guilt or remorse in his actions and even less if he was in fact responsible for her termination.
"No," he confessed, shaking his head. It actually felt better telling her the truth. "I guess I hadn't considered the consequences,"
"Do you ever?"
"The quick answer, yes. The honest answer, no not really."
"Why do you think that is?"
"I'm sure it has some deeper meaning," he said. "I'm sure you are reading all sorts of things into it right now."
"Let's do each other this courtesy," she offered. "Don't try to assume what I'm thinking and I will try not to assume what you are thinking, agreed?"
He looked at her and nodded.
"I understand you have a sister. Can you tell me about her?"
"I don't want to talk about her." He said, suddenly uncomfortable. He stood up from the chair and walked over to the other side of the room.
"Can I ask why?"
"I just don't want to talk about her."
"What would you like to talk about?"
"I don't know." He said moving around the office looking at the different items around the room. He finally settled down on the oversized sofa. "Come sit with me."
She instead swung the chair she was sitting in around. His mind ran to a the wild thought of her in a 'Basic Instinct' pose, legs spread, seeing just a hint of hair and folds of sweet skin that sit underneath.
"I think you will find our sessions go much better and you will feel much better if you remember our relationship together is strictly platonic, doctor patient."
He moved off of the deep couch, struggling to make it look effortless. It was difficult since the couch was made more for comfort and the cushions sank deep when you sat down. But he managed it and he chose the ottoman that was across from her chair. The position allowed him to sit lower than her by a few inches so he had to look up at her while her eyes shifted down to him. He looked at her, enjoying the color of her eyes again, he struggled not to take her hand although it was a fight not to do so. Touch is a strong sensation, a powerful aphrodisiac. She would have begged him if he touched her but he played it cautiously.
"But what if I don't want to get you out of my head?" He asked leaning into her breaking the wall of her personal space, pushing his breath into her face. "What if I enjoy spending my time wondering what you taste like? Are you bitter, sweet, salty? Are you wet right now?" He lowered and deepened his voice, moved his eyes up and down her body.
"Brandon."
"I want to feel you with my fingers, with my tongue." Brandon's hand actually moved slightly towards her legs, she hadn't recrossed them and they were parted with just enough room for him to move his hand through, but he stopped just short of touching her. "I want to touch you with every part of me."
"Brandon!"
"I want to crush you underneath me." He leaned in even closer so all he could see was her eyes smell the cream she used on her face, the mint from her mouthwash. "I want to have you on top of me, underneath me, standing, sitting down. I want to invent new positions with you."
"BRANDON!" Dr. Geist abruptly stood up, it pushed Brandon off balance. He grabbed the side of the cushion to steady himself.
"I think that will be all for today Brandon," she walked to the door and stood waiting for him to join her.
"I'm sure we still have some more time." He said hopefully, producing his widest smile for her. She stood stoically, not returning his smile. She would have made a great royal palace guard he thought, smiling wider.
"I'm sure we are done for the day Brandon."
"Was it something I said?" he asked attempting to turn on his innocent charm.
She didn't answer. She continued to stand at the office door waiting for him. He stood up, smoothed his shirt and pants, and met her at the door.
"Until next time."
"We don't we try to focus on something different next time." His eyes moved to her breasts, wishing the buttons on her shirt were not buttoned quite that high.
"Sure." He answered slowly.
She closed the door behind him. She stood leaning against the door, trying to move his words and the images they conjured up out of her head. She pressed her legs together, fighting the urge to use her hand to take care of her itch. He cannot affect her like this, if he does then she could never help him. She couldn't cross the line.
Brandon stood on the other side of the door regretting his words and actions, but only a little.
