Page 15 of Rather: The Therapist

Tighten up.

“Any slower and someone would’ve taken the opportunity you’d been given.”

I decided against speaking my mind, again. Instead, I took her by the hand, noticing a unique detail. The birthmark between her thumb and index finger was shaped like a heart.

Birthmark.

Heart.

I scribbled the notes in my mental pad as the keyring began buzzing again.

Perfect timing.

The softness of her skin let me know she was a well-kept woman. She didn’t know a single struggle. She wasn’t a fan of hard work. And, hardly used her hands. Assistance was plentiful. I wasn’t surprised. Not at all.

A woman of her essence made motherfuckers around her want to fight her battles, fold her clothes, hire help, and make her days so easy that lifting a finger was a choice. Not an obligation.

On her breath was traces of peppermint. On her skin were traces of bergamot, vanilla, caramel, amber, and neroli. The perfect balance, she’d managed.

“Your fragra–”

“Riot.”

“Don’t interrupt me,” I grimaced.

“Or what?” She tutted, lowering the right side of her head and angling her chin toward me.

She was the calm and the storm. The conclusion quickly formed. While she settled something within me, she uprooted much more.

I smoothed the hair of my beard with my freehand as a chuckle fell from my lips. If stripping her of the expensive threads she wore and fucking her on the stairs for everyone to see wouldn’t cause my privileges to be revoked, I’d give her all seven and a half inches of my dick to teach her the lesson she was begging for.

Quiet when I speak.

Never interrupt me.

Remain by my side unless otherwise instructed.

Act like you have some fucking sense in front of others.

I imagined she wasn’t raised by wolves, so they should’ve all been understood without specifications. However, she was leading me to believe rules didn’t apply to her either. Unfortunately, mine would even if the others didn’t. With me, her unruliness ended.

“Has your father not taught you a fucking thing?” I questioned, baffled by her subversiveness.

“Bosses or nothing, baby. But, remember, you’re nothing short of one yourself.”

“Some lesson,” I exclaimed with a shake of the head.

“If I’m too much for you, there’s someone down there who I’m just enough for.”

“It’s sex, my dear. Nothing more. Just pray I’m not too much and it’s not too late before you’ve discovered it.”

One step at a time, I led her toward the second floor. Her long legs made it easy for her to keep my pace. Her hips swayed each time they moved. And, I was a bit more hypnotized each time they did.

Every few steps, my eyes landed on the chocolate goddess behind me. Her smile was radiating, unlocking parts of me I’d tossed the keys for. Her cheeks lifted each time my gaze struck her.

“You’re going to walk or keep staring?”

“Both,” I admitted, finally reaching the top where I led her to my door.

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