ELEVEN.
“So you two have quite the interesting relationship,” I said.
“Shut up,” Adrian said as he came around his desk.
I flopped down onto the couch that didn’t face the desk. It faced the analyst’s chair and was separated from the couch by a low coffee table. It was a traditional head-shrinker’s office. I also made no move to open up my jeans so Adrian could blow me. I was happy to let him blow me…but I wanted more this Thursday afternoon.
He had blown me on the couch before and so he nudged aside the coffee table with his foot and started to get down on his knees, but I just looked at him and shook my head.
“I want to f**k you today,” I told him.
Adrian stopped moving and looked at me not with disgust but annoyance. I still hadn’t decided how to properly label Adrian. He was bi f
