Hi all, I'm ramping up the raunchy here on out. So if you've been following the story line, let me know if you're excited by the new developments.
I'm also dedicating this chapter to ShaShaRenee on Twitter for the inspiration to one of the scenes.
Enjoy!
Sharon stared at her date and tried to figure out why she felt nothing for him. A crisp charcoal suit, red pinstriped shirt and ice blue tie that fit him like a second skin. Check. Tall. Check. Handsome and fine like a bottle of 82 merlot? Check. As sinful as a chocolate bourbon cake with his bald head and a lightly stubbled full beard. Check. A lawyer and looking to make partner. Check. Has a 5BR & 3.5BA home. Check.
Darius Butler was everything Kim said he was thought Sharon as she reached for her glass and sipped on her second glass of cabernet. Darius was great on paper. And almost great in person. Keeping her waiting for almost a half hour lost him points.
Still... nothing. He can compete with Casey but compare to him? No.
Her fingers didn't itch to rope him up with his tie and kiss him senseless like Just- she almost choked on the wine at who her mind wandered to. Pulling the emergency break on that train of thought of disaster, she immediately got back on rail and focused on Casey. And cleaned up the wine dribbling all over her chin with her napkin. Casey, who wasn't getting married to her.
"Are you alright," he asked, his baritone voice that could melt the bones of any woman within a four feet radius but her.
Now he asks something about me. And nothing. No mind numbing, fire burning tingles at all.
"Yes, thank you. " Mortified, and thankful the waiter came to take their order, she cleared her throat. "I'm fine."
It'd been yesterday-actually it was just yesterday- that she came to the same restaurant to meet Casey and his fiancee. Although she loved Italian, it seemed a bit much to eat it back to back. Plus, having to wait for a man at the same place she had to witness definitive proof that the invite she received weeks ago wasn't a part of some Punk'd prank, killed her appetite. So without barely glancing at the menu, Sharon ordered the quickest meal to make and eat, to end the date quickly. The house salad and salmon cakes. When he gave exactly what she needed to speed things up. Her luck was finally turning around.
"So, how long have you and Kim been friends?"
Of course, thought Sharon. She watched him as he sipped his vodka and cranberry drink, all suave and cool. Still, Sharon heard the slight lilt when he said her best friend's name. If she hadn't been paying attention, though half time she fought the urge to check the time, she might've missed it.
Kim's-fine-blind-date-lawyer had it bad for her. Too bad for him. And very good for her.
Since they both didn't want to be here and obviously doing it to make Kim happy, Sharon decided to put them both out of their misery. Glad to do it too. "We met and became friends in high school. A few years after we- my family- moved to D.C."
"Really? How-"
"Look Darius. I don't know what you promised my friend, but I figure you must like her a lot to agree to go on a date with me."
His eyes widened in shock but disappeared in seconds as he schooled his features in what can only be his I'm about to chew you out and you don't even know it look. Darius unbuttoned his jacket, with precise and languid ease. An odd and contrasting image that probably served him well in the courtroom. Before he folded his arms, leaned back and waited, as if to say 'well, go on.'
Go on she did. "Like I said, you like my friend." Sharon didn't bother to wait to hear him deny or agree with her assessment. He hadn't given away anything either. He didn't have to. Sharon knew she was right that she'd even bet on it and she'd never been a gambling woman. "And my heart has been rather engaged to another man for a long while. Still is. This date was a bust from the moment we agreed to meet."
A raised eyebrow was the only indication that he liked what he was hearing. At least she hoped he was. God help her if he promised Kim to see the date to very end. Or make sure that Sharon had a good time, a highly subjective suggestion depending on the listener. A good time could be anywhere from a first base or slamming a home run. Sharon hoped Darius version of a good time was a nice meal, followed by a thank you. Basically, a bunt play.
"What do you suggest we do?" he finally asked.
Sharon breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Take our food to go. And tell Kim the truth. We felt nothing for each other."
"I like your closing statement doctor." Darius shook his head and chuckled. "Too bad. It's not everyday I get to have a meal with a beautiful woman."
"Save the flattery for Kim."
"Touche." Darius caught their waiter's eye, beckoned him over to get their dinners boxed up instead and request for the check. Turning back to her as the waiter rushed off with his card, he leaned forward, "Well Kim did say to throw a few compliments in."
"Of course she would."
A few minutes later, they left their date without all the coyote ugly level awkwardness plagued by blind dates. Though it didn't end with any intention to get together again, it was one of the best night Sharon had in a long time.
In fact, Sharon hoped that guy number two would go just as well, saving her the trouble in disappointing Kim. And the next guy her friend was hell bent on setting her up with. It consumed her thoughts as she paid her sitter, checked on her son and texted Kim a brief report of two words, 'no good,' before she went to bed.
Her phone buzzed with a text seconds later, probably Kim demanding an explanation. But no, it was a text of a different kind. A text she'd give anything that it had been Kim wanting details about her date. A text that kept her up most of the night on how to break the news to CJ that his dad was getting married. That his father and his new fiancee wanted him to spend the weekend with them.
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Another morning run, followed after another sleepless night and all because of a woman. Two women actually. Both vixens. One whose lush curves he wanted to crush against his body and lose himself in her sweet heat. The other, someone he'd never trust again, no matter how far away he can throw her, even if he had to shoot her out of a cannon.
The former, a woman hell bent on staying away from him and ignoring the connection between them. Sometimes, he had this feeling, a sense of deja vu, that they met before. And ever since she lied about going to the same Catholic school, a girl with plaited hair ribbons would slip in and out of his memories, faster than sand in a sieve. He couldn't remember her face or even knew her name but what he did remember was how she loved telling her friends about the dreams she had. Something told him, if Sharon and that girl ever got together, they might become best friends.
The latter's a USDA prime bitch. A succubus in wolf clothing he wanted nothing to do with again. Before, thoughts of Rosa had him grinding his teeth so much he feared that he'd need dentures soon. Now, strangely enough, thoughts of his ex-wife didn't upset him as much as it used to. Oh, his anger was still there, only less of the geyser it was for the past two years.
Terrell's a different story. If he'd told him how Rosa managed to get his new number and wanted to meet up, all hell, fire and brimstone would've broke loose. He'd been on lockdown, hearing pussy hole this and bloodclaat that. Non-stop.
When she told him she was getting back together with her ex -who she was fucking around with, all Dru Hill sleeping in my bed- he'd flushed her out of his mind and soul. He didn't need to with his heart, as she done that just fine without his help. He had the alimony, child support and later the DNA testing to prove it. So to actually forget their wedding anniversary, oh fuck yeah if that wasn't confirmation of time healing all wounds.
Yeah, not telling Terrell about that phone call was the right call. Yup, definitely the right call, thought Justin when he nearly collided into him in the hallway like some worried and pissed off parent waiting up for her child sneaking back home.
"Yo," said Terrell, almost startling him. "Still?"
Justin knew what Terrell meant by still. He'd confided in him before about being unable to sleep. Not because he couldn't, but more that he didn't want to. Never did he think that he'd lose his family again. But when he did, the nightmares of being trapped in twisted metal and fire returned. With a twist. Of him beating against the crushed hood on the driver's side of the car, begging and pleading for his wife and little girl to turn around. His little girl would drag her feet and try to convince her mom to help. But the woman kept on walking away until their images disappeared in the clogging smoke filling up the car.
No he did not sleep. Or slept much since. It was either wake up in a cold sweat or drink himself to oblivion so he could not dream. The drinking helped but losing his liver along with his teeth? Justin didn't want to give the bitch the satisfaction. Or make Terrell feel even worse for something he had no control of. It's not like he pointed a gun to him and said you're gonna marry that girl.
"Nah," answered Justin as moved pass Terrell, to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the bottom cupboard. Not quite a lie or the full truth either. Now the car was intact. In the dream, he still sat in the back seat while Rosa and his daughter faded away. And driving the car was the sexy, goddess masquerading as a therapist, Sharon herself. Her lips as red as sin, smiling at him. A smile that shot at him, from his chest to his groin. "Just needed to run."
"You sure?" Justin took in Terrell's stance, how he stood as rigid as a tree, feet set wide apart, arms crossed over his chest, staring at him with narrowed eyes digging into him for the truth as if it was gold. "You good?"
An image of those delectable, smiling lips, flashed in his mind. Justin wondered how it'd taste to sip from them. Sweet and rich like chocolate with a hint of spice kept under wrapped. Just like her.
"Yeah," grinned Justin. He playfully bumped Terrell's shoulder with his own on his way out the kitchen. "Now move out my way. Need to shower."
"Now," asked Terrell, as he followed Justin to the bottom of the stairs. "Aren't you working from home?"
Midway on the stairs, Justin looked down and pointed the end of the half full water bottle in his friend's face. "Yeah. But I sweated my ass off. And I'm going out for lunch later."
Amused at the brow arching into Terrell's hairline, Justin took another swig of water and waited for the third degree he'd been on since he returned from his run.
"By yourself?"
"No. An old friend." Well at least that was what she'd introduced him as to that couple the other day. A lie for sure, since they've only meant the first time thanks to his boss' referral. A lie he'll turn into truth and more.
"Do I know-"
"No, you don't," cut in Justin. "And I know what you're thinking. That it's Rosa. Trust me, it's definitely not."
Terrell's face broke into a satisfied smile as his whole body finally relaxed in degrees. "She hot right?"
"Nah, she's phat. And that all I'm saying."
"Aight," nodded Terrell. "If it works out or not, I'm still taking you out this weekend."
"Yeah, whatever."
Terrell left it at that and the next time Justin saw him was when he stopped by his den –slash-office before he left for work. Soon after it was already eleven am and he'd confirmed with Sharon's receptionist about lunch. Who for some strange reason mentioned something about another mutual friend, Kelly or Kim, who was joining them.
Justin shrugged, grabbed his keys and wallet and his black leather jacket. Googling the phone number of PF Chang's at Potomac Town Center and wishing he'd get a Hail Mary pass on the food, ordered to go beef with broccoli, sweet and sour pork, moo goo gai pan, crab Rangoon and egg rolls.
Food paid for, he made his way to the building where her office was and parked his car. Some last minute doubts about how she'll react thundered through his head as he climbed the steps to her floor. Last time he saw her, Sharon had practically given him the practiced let's break up speech. Yet, for all she said that afternoon, her body was saying something else.
The same thing his had been until he gave up trying to fight it. And now, Justin planned to do whatever it takes, push and shove the dynamite woman hiding underneath that sereen cocoon of hers. He was going to enjoy this game of mouse, thought Justin, transferring the bags of food in one hand when he reached the door of Dream Counseling, LLC.
When he stepped into the office the receptionist, Christine spelled her nameplate, pointed to Sharon's closed door and mouthed 'go right in' before returning to the speaker on her headset.
He nodded his thanks, crossed the reception area, knocked once and entered.
"Kim, you're early," said Sharon, looking up from the paperwork on her desk. "I thought...."
So the friend coming for lunch is Kim. "Hey again. I'm not Kim."
"W-w-what are you doing here?" Sharon cleared her throat and slowly stood as straight as rod from her chair. In a soothing, calm voice, as if he trying to calm an agitated child, she said "I thought we agreed for you to see another therapist."
Justin felt the chasm she erected and refused to let her get away with running from their attraction. He'd done enough of that already. It was obvious she wasn't going to come to him, but his body ached for her. So he was going to go to her and keep coming until she gives in to this, to them, this volatile desire to tangle themselves in each other until they didn't know where they began or end.
Justin stalked to her desk, it and her chair the only obstacles to his prey. A willing prey from the quick, shallow breaths drawing his eyes to her lush breasts. Not to be too rude, he wrenched his eyes back to her face and nearly groaned at the sight of her tongue linking her lips. Her eyes darkened to molten chocolate, which sent his imagination on fire with images of licking the thick, sweet and warm chocolate liquid from her nipples, between her breasts... her sex.
Sharon gasped in surprise as if she read his mind.
The room crackled with their sexual energy. It rotated around them with a force that should've upended the furniture, strewn books and paper, cracked the walls.
They stood, in the eye of it, neither making a move as they watched each other, yearning. For more. A whole lot more.
"I'm not here as a patient," Justin finally spoke in a strained voice, breaking the silence and pulled out the take out boxes, placing them in a neat row on in her desk. "I come bearing gifts, food actually, from PF Chang's. Didn't know what you'd like, so I just guessed."
Surprise, delight and then wariness flashed across her face. "Why are you doing this?" Then murmured 'My favorites too.'
"What? Can't do something nice for an old school friend?"
Sharon paled. "You remember?"
"That's how you'd introduced me. Before you gave me my walking papers. So I figured if we can't have a doctor-patient relationship, we can try being friends for real." He stepped closer towards her. "Maybe mo-"
"Please leave."
The ice in her voice as she said those two words stopped him cold. Always there interactions had been of the consummate professional. Cool and distant. The woman glaring at him with wet eyes was a stranger. And he didn't know her that well, aside from what she does to his body, aching for her all the time.
Justin wanted to take his time to woo Sharon. If she wasn't so obviously dead set in not acknowledging the giant horny elephant in the room, then he'll speed things up and do it for her. For them both.
Ignoring her command, Justin closed the distance between, reached for her hand and stilled. He waited for her to pull away but she never did. Breathing out in relief, he pulled her closer until her soft, curvy parts fit seamlessly against his chest.
A battle of wills raced across her face but the one flared brightest, giving him hope to continue the seduction, was one of blatant desire.
Feeling her pulse racing, with his other hand, Justin caressed the left side of her waist up and down. Each time coming closer and closer to her breast. Whatever resistance he'd felt from her before soon drained away like tree sap dripping from a tap.
His chest burned from where she touched, her nipples, twin epicenters of intense heat. His groin was as hard as a steel rod. From Sharon's breathy sigh and pushing closer to his body, Justin was more than ready to hike up her skirt and plunged into her on her desk. Instead he released her wrist, cupped her neck –yup, her hair was like black silk- and whispered, "You can't be my doctor."
Sharon slowly nodded no and sweet Jesus, tilted her head up towards his. Meeting her halfway, lips centimeters apart, he gazed into her eyes. "I can't be your friend."
Closer they leaned into each other and he relished her little shudders. Unable to wait any longer, their lips now a breath apart, Justin asked the question he'd been dying to ask and put them both out of their misery.
"Let's be lovers instead." Before she can answer, he gave her his as he slanted his lips over hers, claiming them with each touch, nip and lick, urging her to let him in. And when her lips parted, her tongue met his, stroke for stroke. As they fought to devour each other, holding on to death as if the other were a lifeboat struggling not to capsize in the raging storm.
The last thing Justin remembered before going under was that nothing compared to the vibrant, hot reality of Dr. Sharon Cooper.
Hope everyone had nice Valentine's Day last week and that you've enjoyed the latest chapter. Justin is definitely stepping up his game. Watch out Sharon. Wonder how long her restraint would hold up against her old crush.
Looking forward to your thoughts, comments and votes. :-D
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