Shameless (The Therapist #2), стр. 36
I pick up my drink—a whiskey sour this time—and sip it before nodding in agreement.
“I guess you're right. It’s not like I’m an alien that requires some sort of special love and sex that doesn't exist here on earth. My clit isn't on Mars. I want someone to touch me gently when I’m in that mood, and to fuck me like I’ve pissed him off when I’m in that mood. But, I also want someone who’s smart enough to understand that women can be on the same level as men sexually. If I want sex, I don’t want to be judged for it. I don't want to be called slutty, or whore-ish, or any other dumb shit men come up with.”
“It’s something you should talk to your hot therapist about. He’s a man—a really fucking gorgeous man—so maybe he can tell you why men are the way they are.”
“I don’t think that fits into Dr. Colson’s job description.”
“Of course it does. He’ll answer any question you have for him. Personally, I think you should get very, very personal with Dr. Gorgeous. I’d bet my entire life savings that he knows exactly how to treat a woman.”
I roll my eyes as I take another sip. “Missy, there isn't even the slightest chance Dr. Colson is single and waiting for me to swoop into his life with my sexually neurotic behavior and never-ending confusion about what I want. Plus, when I went for our last session, I’m pretty sure he’d just finished doing something freaky with the woman who came strutting out of his office before my appointment. The room definitely had a hint of sex in the air.”
Missy gasps and brings her hand to her chest, clutching invisible pearls. “Oh my god. I wish I could get a whiff of that. What’d the woman look like, besides one lucky bitch?”
“She was cute, I suppose. Had sort of a cockiness to her, but also this air of ownership over Dr. Colson. She sort of glared at me as she was walking out of his office. She looked like one of those kinds of girls who’s a little crazier than the rest of us.”
“I bet. Dr. Colson could drive me crazy all he wants.”
“Okay, I’m definitely telling Danny about your crush on my therapist.”
Missy and I share another laugh and finish off our drinks. I order another one, because I don’t feel the effects of the first one yet, but Missy says she has to go home. She pays the bartender and stands up, grabbing her purse and setting herself up to leave.
“You’ll figure it all out, sweetie, I know it,” Missy tells me, before leaning over to speak directly into my ear. “And just so you know, there's a very handsome, dark-haired man sitting across the bar. He’s been staring at you since you got here, and now that I’m leaving, I think it’s a great time to go over there and give learning what you like another shot.”
My eyes wander to the far side of the bar, scanning for a handsome man with dark hair, and after skipping a few not-so-handsome men, I spot him. He’s got a black T-shirt on, a full beard that actually looks like he grooms it, and a sultry mysteriousness about him. Sure enough, he’s staring right at me.
“Oh, yeah I see him,” I whisper to Missy, who smiles from ear to ear.
“Yeah you do,” she says with a giggle. “I’ll be looking forward to hearing all about it at work tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
~ Tessa ~
A few minutes after Missy leaves the restaurant, I manage to drum up enough confidence and liquid courage to make my way over to the handsome man in the black T-shirt. The entire walk feels like it takes an hour, as opposed to just a few steps from my side of the bar to his. When I sit down, I smell a sexy cologne climbing off of his shirt. Its strong, masculine scent makes my heart flutter as our shoulders brush together upon me sitting down.
At first, neither of us says anything. I just sit next to him, rubbing the sweat off my half-empty tumbler. I glance down at his hand and don’t see a wedding band, and I start to assume he has a girlfriend he's in love with but thought I was attractive enough to stare at from across the room. Now that I’m close to him, he doesn’t seem interested. I’m about to finish off my drink and decide between calling an Uber or a taxi, but then he speaks.
“Bartender,” he says, raising a finger and grabbing my attention. His voice is like silk over gravel, smooth but deep and strong. “Can she get another whiskey sour, please? I’ll take one for me, too. It looks good.”
I furrow my brow and glance over at him. From here, I can see just how good looking he actually is. His skin is flawless and his beard is thick and full. He has a decent physique beneath that T-shirt, too.
“What if I didn’t want another drink?” I ask, half joking. My tongue feels different than usual. It’s looser or something. I think I’m tipsy already, so another drink might put me over the top.
“Oh, you don’t have to drink it,” the man says. “If you don’t want it, I’ll take care of it for you. I feel like catching a very strong buzz after the day I’ve had.”
The bartender comes over and places the two drinks down on