Pose For Me

Recognize me

My mind and body are completely blank, they always argue about any decisions I make, they can never agree on anything. But today my brain stopped functioning, my body stills, the only sound is my beating heart. Out of all the times I was given Now is truly my favorite.

I shake my head of the infatuation, could he be exactly the man of my dreams?

Literally.

I am though a professional therapist and my career has taken off Considerably, even if I sit face to face with the most breathtaking view, I've ever seen I must be reminded that this is one sided.

The lack of emotion in his eyes with the expressionless looks plastered across his face calms my heart sadly.

He doesn't know who I am.

His dreams don't show me.

Stay vigilant.

My heart reacts to that thought and I felt it tear painfully, at least now they are moving in sync than battling each other. I walk over to the man known as Rafael and give him my best professionalism "It's great to meet you Mr. Popov" I extend my hand and melt when he connected his. Calloused veined hands swallow mine, blue eyes pierced right through me looking almost beyond mine and I'm suddenly more nauseous than before, quickly pulling my hand away I clear my throat and fix myself.

"Please be seated would you like some water?" I turn making my way to my seat, but the feel of his eyes burns my backside. "No thank you" deep Russian voice makes my body tremble. His presence is overwhelming me and it's getting harder and harder to contain my composure. My office suddenly gives me claustrophobia vibes when he stands in the middle, the room temperature suddenly felt hot, my couch looked like it wasn't good enough for him when he sat down. It looked cheap and old when he sat on it, his expensive look made me feel poor. Looking down I rub my nape hiding My new insecurity.

"Am I supposed to start this or what?" It sounded more curious than rude

My head snaps up "Oh right I'm so sorry about that Mr. Popov, yes please Go on and tell me about yourself and what's going on"

"I thought my brother already told you this" his handsome face changed to genuine confusion.

"Unfortunately, I didn't get the memo I just came back from vacation"

"I see, you must be Mr. Packans wife"

I choke on my spit furrowing my brows at him "I beg your pardon? no I am not he is my coworker" I chuckle

"I am Dr abbot -" my words falter as I see his posture relaxed, he leans on his side, left elbow propped on the armchair, legs wide, his hand wrapped around his mouth as he looks me up and down through a ... gaze, almost predatory. A sensation travels down my body and my legs involuntarily tighten.

I've felt this sensation before but this one penetrates a sweet spot in my body, my fiancé's words and his face pop up and I'm reminded to remain humble.

I turn to my crucifix and close my eyes to breathe "Mr. Popov whenever you're ready" I open my eyes slowly and something tells me the words coming out of his mouth might give me therapy.

"I have a couple of problems" was his only answer to my question and a slight irritation hits me.

"Of course, where would you like to start?"

"It's tough to explain" he says boringly, his eyes, and posture never changed Almost as if he's made a habit of sitting this way.

Adjusting myself I cross my right leg over the other, going into professional mode, I clear my throat readying my pen and paper

" You can start wherever your most comfortable"

He finally sits up straighter and with the words that come out of his mouth it felt like my ears met with sin "I'm a s*x addict"

Immediately all I can do is stare at him, as my face remain blank with my mouth slightly parted, my thoughts run wild putting his words together over and over again while looking and admiring the man, Greek God felt like it was over played to describe him I have never seen someone so beautiful, of course it be no problem to be with multiple women. His presence alone can make you melt but it's his eyes that makes you swoon.

Is this right? Is he, my patient? This is wrong, confidentiality that could cost me my career for letting him open up.

My mind and heart go at each other, the intensity of their debate along gives me a nosebleed but I pinch the bridge of my nose, my mind tells me to stop this session I'm clearly not the Doctor he's looking for I'm a Christian therapist. If my fiancé heard I was giving into such conversations it be over for me, he's kept me a virgin for a long time never ever wanting to touch me. But my heart can't help it I want to see him, I want to learn more of his problem or problems, I have no doubt he must be the man of my dreams but seeing him in real life brought meaning to me and awakened a lurking hunger that spreads through my body.

I'm a s*x addict

Sex addict

Sex

Addict

Sex....

I want to learn more; I want to see him. My emotions side with my heart and my fiancés face pops up behind the man and I instantly look at the crucifix, I feel my eyes burning and had to look away blinking out the tears, why is my heart beating so fast and why is my body trembling with excitement, this feeling is new the adrenaline makes me hungrily suck in a deep breath. Making my decision I understand how much I'm putting on the line for this moment "please continue Mr. Popov" I weakly smile.

I must have been zoned out for a minute for when I look at him his posture changed, he now Leans forward both elbows on his knees with a hungry deadly look, he's studying me but why? inconspicuously I shrink back into my chair Trying hard to maintain his eye contact, but it gets harder to breath. "Is everything alright?" I speak breathily trying to steady my pounding heart.

Then I heard it, the room fades to black as those scary sounds come to light. Gunshots, men screaming in agony, women moaning and crying, all of a sudden pools of blood leaks down beside him but my eyes trail until I see a gun in his hands pointing at me.

"What's the matter ma'am?" A dark voice says to me, I blink out of that illusion .. what was that? I stare at my crucifix silently praying for his departure, I'm scared. This was my sin for trying to keep a patient that didn't belong to me, but I can't make him leave. My hands are trembling and my chest thunders when a dark chuckle resounds in my ears "it seems I have made you uncomfortable Zaika, maybe this was a mistake" I can't speak when I look at him.

"Thank you for meeting me" I watch him get ready to stand, my mouth sewn shut, I'm frozen. My hands reach out to grab him regardless of our distance, I look like a fish out of water when I try to call out to him, have I failed a person in need? images of my fiancés face Keeps coming to view, my legs lurch forward causing me to stand abruptly dropping every possession I held, when I saw him twist the doorknob. Whether by coincidence or not I am not letting him go I'll suffer the consequences as long as I can keep being near him, our eyes are locked but I don't falter

"Forgive me Mr. Popov for I have not been professional. I had gone on vacation after traumatizing news of my family and I am now dipping my feet back into the pool, little by little, apologies for wasting your time. I want to help you and do better please come back tomorrow, and you won't regret it." My professionalism returns and I suddenly felt my power coming back with it, this is my office he's in my space, he must think he's the king, Alpha lion, but it's the lioness that takes on more deadly challenges. His eyes drink in my voluptuous figure in my pencil skirt and blouse, though fully clothed I felt naked. The silence turns a bit awkward I was sure I had lost this chance until he smirked at me and exited the door. No words.

The darkness disappeared his Cologne still lingered, and I released a long breath placing a hand over my heart to keep it from ripping out my chest. My body felt heavy, and I placed my ass on my desk, I stared at the door for minutes and minutes my breath was finally calming but my heart was still pounding. Everyone has guilty pleasures and secrets could be mine? How does something so wrong feel so right? This is my career after all, and I can't jeopardize it, nor will I jeopardize it with a philanderer.

I can still keep my faith and religion I can't fall into temptation no matter hope badly I want to. My sole goal is to help and that's what it's going to be only, I fix myself and clean my office before exiting the room not before passing by the couch and seeing a business card in white 'Come Pose for me ' by Rafael was this his company? His scent was on it and that was good enough for me to take it home.

I stare at myself in the mirror through the fog of my bathroom, the part of my brain that tells me to end this screamed so loud it gave me a migraine curiosity killed the cat didn't it, what of it? what was the harm it couldn't be that bad .... Could it?