Shameless (The Therapist #2), стр. 23
“Oh, I know, babe,” Ava answers, calling me “babe” for the second time, even though this is the first day she’s ever used that term of endearment for me. “I didn’t mean to be disruptive. I just wanted to come see you, and tell you to have a great day at work. That’s all. Is that too much to ask?”
Keisha, standing behind Ava, rolls her eyes so hard I think they might get stuck.
“No, that’s not too much to ask, Ava, but I’m at work already,” I try to explain. “And Keisha told you I have a patient coming, so this isn’t good. You can't do shit like this.”
“Well, I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you, that’s all. Look, can we just talk alone?” Ava looks over her shoulder at Keisha, and the two of them exchange bitter glances. Keisha has never liked Ava, but now that we’re together and Keisha knows how things began between us, she really doesn’t like her.
I let out a tired, annoyed sigh, before looking up at Keisha. “Can you give us a second, please? Please let me know when Tessa arrives. I’m sorry, Keisha.”
My secretary looks irate, but does as I request without saying a word. The second Keisha is out of the room, Ava turns to me and leans in for another kiss, this one on my mouth. Her tongue darts out and forces its way between my lips before I can even protest. While our tongues clash, Ava reaches down and grabs ahold of my cock, instantly making me hard.
“Jesus, Ava,” I bark, as I yank her hand away and take a step back. “What the hell is the matter with you? You can't do this shit right now. I’m at my job, and I have a client who’s almost certainly minutes away from being here. Why are you acting like this?”
“Because I fucking love you, Malcolm,” Ava blurts, the words coming out in a hurry. “There, I said it, and this time I don’t just mean how much I love your cock. I’m in love with you. I realized it when I woke up this morning. I thought about everything we’ve been through, and how I was ready to stab that girl at the movie theater just for looking at you.”
“Which one?”
“Both of them! I was ready to be hauled off to jail for you, and I realized that’s not normal. Only someone who’s in love would be willing to do that. When I realized that’s what it was all about, I had to come see you. I’m sorry that once I got here I got overwhelmed and couldn’t keep my hands off you, but love will do that. I know you probably don’t feel the same way, but I had to come see you, and I had to say it. I love you, Malcolm.”
The world starts to spin like a merry-go-round. What the fuck am I supposed to say to that? I don’t love Ava, and probably never will. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, and I know how sensitive she is, so all of this feels like a lot of stress. The words I choose next have to be perfect because I don’t want to set her off, but as I think about it with a dumb look covering my face like a mask, the words escape me. I stand there silently for too long, so I just go with what’s in my head.
“Umm, I don’t know what to say, Ava,” I say in a hushed tone, hoping she’ll mirror me and not blow up.
“I don’t need you to say it back, Malcolm,” Ava replies, with a shrug and soft smile. “The only thing I want to hear is that you want to be with me. It’s that simple. Do you want to be with me?”
My head feels like it’s spinning, because I’m torn into two separate pieces right now. I love fucking Ava. I love seeing the way the braids of my flogger kiss across her soft skin. I love the moan she releases into the air when I control her—when I pull her hair and make her look at me while pounding into her. I love the way her pussy feels when I cover it with my mouth. There’s so much I love doing to her, but I do not love Ava, and at this point, I don't know where I am when it comes to being with her. Things are escalating, and the higher it all goes, the crazier she seems, and the less I want to do with her. There's something growing in me that wants more than just sex with the woman I’m dating. Call it maturity, I guess.
“Ava,” I manage to say with a quick head shake.
“How about now?” Ava says, just before she reaches up and ties her hair into a ponytail.
“What?” I ask, truly confused.
“How about now?” Ava lets go of her hair, and slowly lowers her hands down to her pants. With eyes as wide as silver dollars, I watch as Ava slides her pants down to her ankles, before stepping out of them and tossing the purple leggings to the floor next to her.
“Ava, don’t do that,” I plead, as I keep stealing glances up at the door, even though Keisha has literally never walked into my office unannounced. The only person who has ever done that is Ava.
Without another word, Ava pulls off her jacket and lifts her shirt over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts that were unsupported by a bra. She tosses the jacket and shirt on top of her leggings, and drops herself down to her knees. Ava’s brown eyes lift up to meet mine, grabbing all of my attention as she assumes the position I love.
“How about now… sir?”
Fuck.
Chapter Seventeen
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