Page 29 of Taming a Menace
Why did the deep rumble that was his laugh have a direct connection between my thighs? At this rate, I was going to have to go home and shower during my lunch break.
“If you must know, my sex life is nonexistent. I’ve been in a serious relationship for the past few years that recently ended. Since then I’ve focused on putting my life back together. I wenton a couple of dates, but I have a ninety-day rule. So no sex for me.”
“That’s good. That pussy too good to just give away. Make them work for it.”
“Can we please stay on topic?”
“Youarethe topic. You’re all I’ve been able to think about over the past few years.”
“That’s why I have to find you a new therapist.”
“Just so you know, I have no issue waiting ninety days for you. I went a thousand and ninety-five days straight without even touching a woman. Ninety days ain’t shit.”
“You know what? We’re done for the day. I’ll follow up and let you know about your new therapist.”
“I’m not seeing a new therapist, Iyla. I want to see you. You won’t give me a number so I can see you outside of here, so this is the next best thing.”
“Even if I wanted to give you my number, it’s out of the question now.”
“Because you’re my therapist.”
“Just for today,” I reminded him.
“So what’s the harm in giving it to me?”
“Have a nice day, Mr. Glover.” I rolled my eyes but was unable to hide the smile breaking through my attempt to remain stoic.
“Have a beautiful day, Iyla,” he said as he stood.
When he left the room, I finally released the air from my lungs. Key was so intense that he made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t the type of discomfort that came with the threat of violence. Even after reading over his file nothing about him screamed danger.
Yes, he looked like he could do damage. He’d proven that with the way he ravaged me on that kitchen counter. I didn’t fearhim. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything that I had ever wanted in my life.
Now that he was a client here, he was off limits. Even if I didn’t continue to see him, him being a patient in this office made him off limits to me. There had to be something I could do. Before I lost what was left of my mind, I sent an email to my colleagues to ask if any of them had openings. I needed him away from me as soon as possible. Nothing good would come of continuing to see him as a client or otherwise.
Six
Keywan
I couldn’t believe my luck. First, I’d been given a chance to make up for being kicked out of anger management. Now, I had been thrust back into the presence of the woman who I couldn’t get off my mind for shit. The Iyla sitting behind that desk trying to give me the impression that I hadn’t rocked her whole world three years ago was a far cry from the woman who’d rocked mine.
At work she was prim and buttoned up. She gave an air of professionalism that would have been off putting to me in the past, but knowing what passion lie beneath the façade only turned me on more. Her claiming to not want anything to do with me was not going to stop me from pursuing her. I just needed to convince her to keep me as a client.
“Hey, Mrs. Janet,” I said, greeting the woman working at the desk as soon as I left Iyla’s office.
“Good afternoon. How are you?”
“I’m good, but I need a favor. Ms. Fisher gave me her work number just in case I have another crisis before I see her again. I promised her that I would remember it, so I don’t want to botherher by asking for it a third time. Is it possible for you to give it to me?” I asked.
I wasn’t leaving without Iyla’s number again. Her turning me down once was cool. I took my loss without shedding any tears. Now that I had run into her again, I felt like there was some otherworldly force bringing us together.
I’d purposely fucked with her during our session just to check her temperature. The fact that she even bothered to answer any of my questions showed that she was at least a little interested. I could work with that. I’d spent too many nights fantasizing about how a life with her would look to go down without a fight. A woman that fine with a pussy that damn good was worth the chase. I had never really chased a woman, but I would jog a little behind the right one. Iyla felt like the right one.
“Sure. Give me a second to pull it up,” Janet said, removing her glasses.
It didn’t take long for her to find the number and scribble it down on a strip of paper. Once she was done, she extended the number to me.
“Thank you. Have a good day.”
