Page 9 of Towles

Moments later, he stepped into the doorway, and I took several steps back, almost falling over my desk. Shit! Man-child.

“Dr. Summers, this is Ethan Towles. He’s here for his two o’clock.” Kendra gazed up at the giant-like man. ‘Would you like water or coffee or tea?” she asked him. “I can get you anything you want. I promise.”

“No, thank you.” The deep voice again. I steadied myself against the desk.

Kendra stayed at the door as if glued to the floor.

“Thank you, Kendra,” I said. “Kendra. Thank you.”

Kendra left and shut the door behind her. She giggled down the hall.

Like Kendra, I found my feet glued to the floor, my eyes glued to his, green and deep, with a chance of fucking me on my desk. I wobbled but managed to stay upright.

“Ma’am,” he said. He reached out, offering his hand.

“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Towles.” I placed my hand in his and left it there until he pulled away, which was sooner than I hoped.

“Call me Towles.”

“How about I call you Ethan?”

“How about you not?”

That went over well. I actually felt myself cowering away. Afraid of his command of me and the entire office.

His confidence and command were different from that of Paul. Paul stoked his own ego with his own claims of significance. He needed to be told he was great. This man did not. His very presence loudly made the claim.

“Have a seat, and we’ll get started,” I said. He didn’t sit. He didn’t want to be here.

“Why don’t you just fill out one of your little reports, saying I’m cured, and let me loose.” He walked to the door. I didn’t want him to leave. Ever.

“I can’t,” I whimpered unprofessionally. He turned. “Generally speaking, it takes several sessions to resolve unresolved issues. You should plan on several more visits.”

“That right?” He walked to the desk and placed his hands on the corners, leaning forward, his fuck-me green eyes erasing any thought I was in control with my psychology mumbo-jumbo. School never prepared me for a man like this walking into my office. Maybe I could go back to school and teach that class.

“I’ll lose my job if you walk out without finishing the first session,” I lied. I veered away from his controlling eyes. His jaws clenched, and I thought he might toss the desk through the window. He had a lot going on between his ears.

“Okay,” he said graciously as if he were doing me a favor, not vice versa. He sat back in the leather chair that barely contained his hard, lean body. Jasmine was correct. I should have brought extra panties. “I saw you in the parking lot at the hospital yesterday.”

I couldn’t own it. Fuck, he’d caught me staring and gawking. No, I scolded myself. I needed to show control over the session.

“Could be,” I said. “I visited a patient there yesterday. I don’t think I remember seeing you or the other bikers.”

“The other bikers?” he asked.

“I just assumed you rode together.”

“I tore up the place shortly after you left.”

While he talked, I sized up every inch of him, including the outline Kendra had mentioned. He caught me staring, and I excused myself to go to the bathroom attached to my office. I needed more help than he did.

I closed the door and put my hands on the vanity, looking at the horny woman in the mirror. The woman never acted like this around Paul. Fuck. What if he came into the bathroom to check on me? What if…?

“You okay, Dr. Summers?” The doorknob turned, and he opened the door. His massive body blocked out the sun from the window behind the desk. The man fucking glowed!

“Yes. I’m not feeling well.” Big mistake.

He stepped into the small bathroom, and there was no way for me to go around him. I could scream. But why would I do that? “Let me help you,” he said. He put a hand under my elbow and placed a hand on the small of my back. He moved out of the bathroom with both hands on me. I’d never been so close to someone so powerful. He owned every space he occupied.

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