I didn’t wait a week.
I was back in Dr. Carter’s office three days later.
No appointment. No warning. Just walked in like I owned the place.
The receptionist was gone. The lights were dim. His door was cracked open.
He looked up from his desk when I stepped in.
“You’re early,” he said.
“I couldn’t wait.”
He raised a brow. Closed his folder. “That’s not how this works.”
“Then punish me.”
Something in his eyes changed—just like before. That flicker of restraint, snapping like a worn thread.
“Lock the door,” he said.
I obeyed.
“And strip.”
I didn’t speak. I didn’t tease.
I just peeled off my clothes—slow, deliberate—until I was standing in his office completely naked.
He didn’t move. Just stared. Studied. Controlled.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about?” he said.
“What?”
