She was five foot four, her hair was up in a bun so it must be long. When she turned to look at me there was big brown eyes and rosy lips. I was instantly falling for her.
"hmmmm." I heard her clear her throat which knocked me out of my day dreams.
"Oh yeah... sorry." I stumbled through my words.
"I'm Dr. Spencer." She spoke then looking at me she smirked, "But you can call me Margo."
I thought, then remembering why she was here I knew she was the enemy.
"I don't need professional help." I then said turning away from her.
"Yeah and that's why your doctor sent for me. Right?" She then walked across the room, rolled a chair to the bed and sat down.
This one has an attitude.
"I don't think you realize who I am Miss." I shot back.
Once I said that I saw a spark in her eye and her warm expression turn cold.
"I know exactly who you are Mr. Tracy. Don't think because you are worth millions that you can scare me. I'm here because Dr. Cole sent me here not by choice. Remember that." My mouth shut tight and I sat there staring at her my body full of rage.
Who does she think she is!
Talking to me like that.
Yet somehow it turned me on that she was so rude. Yet very business like which made her even more sexy.
"Now I will be coming every day at 4 until I feel that you don't need therapy everyday." Dr. Spencer spoke with a gentle yet dangerous voice.
"Believe me I won't be needing it everyday." My voice held sarcasm which made her eyes flash again.
"Mr. Tracy, I really don't mind staying after all your paying me to be here too." She then twisted her head to the clock.
She had me there too. I thought
"Now if you don't mind can we get started." She then looked at her clip board and smiled, "Tell me all about yourself."
I sat silent, she thought she could make me give in so easy. I was worth millions which meant I could wait as long as she could.
And that's what we did for thirty minutes just waited and stared at each other. Until a knock came at the door.
"Come in!" I called still staring at Dr. Spencer.
It was Gordon I could hear him stop.
"Is this a bad time?" His question came.
"No, not at all." I said, Margo's eyes went red hot full of rage. Her eyes then twinkled and she stood up.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Spencer." She said walking over to Gordon, "I'm Scott's therapist."
"I DON'T NEED A THERAPIST." I roared.
Gordon chuckled and shook her hand, "It's very nice to meet you."
"Well I'll see you tomorrow at the same time Mr. Tracy." She smirked again and left the room.
All that was left was Gordon's laughter and impressions of her. My face was hot from everything and finally my father walked in.
"Gordon, Scott needs his rest."
