When I finished up with my last patient, I picked up the telephone and called out to the reception area to ask Sharon about the rest of my appointments. I was plotting, gauging if I could creep next door to see Azmir. I wasn’t quite sure about what I would do if he were there, but decided to figure that out later. Sharon informed me that I had two patients that had yet to arrive. That was all I needed.
In desperate haste, I asked her to hurry and reschedule the two appointments. The flower vase filled with a beautiful arrangement Azmir had sent over that morning almost hit the floor when my handbag swept it as I sprinted out of my office. On a mission, I was flying next door to the rec. In no time I reached the waiting area and heard Sharon say in quick speed, “Oh, and Mr. Jacobs called a few times while you were with patients. He asked that you call next door when you were available.” I don’t think I let Sharon finish her sentence when I jetted out the door.
Minutes later, I was seated in the waiting area of Azmir’s office. My stomach was filled with jittery butterflies. I had been fantasizing about him for days. It had been a grueling four days since the last time he was inside of me, I was starved for his touch.
It was about three thirty p.m. and Peg wasn’t as cold as our first encounter, but she still made it known that she was in control. I tried to crack a smile at her as a sign of waving the white flag; I needed her as an ally not an adversary. She managed to squeeze out a nod as if to tell me that was the only semblance of friendliness I was going to get from her.
Azmir’s office door opened and out came about a dozen of his rec staff members, from what I could tell by their emblem polo shirts. It didn’t appear to be a happy meeting, no one was wearing a smile on their face but that of gloom. After they filed out, I saw Azmir. He rubbed his forehead while straining his eyelids as if he were stressed and tired. When his eyes had finally landed on mine, he smiled appreciatively. I felt a clench in my valley and my legs tightened, as if I needed to add any more lecherous torture than I’d already had in the past few hours just thinking about him.
“Ms. Brimm,” he greeted professionally, but with the widest smile. He motioned, welcoming into his office. “…have a seat,” he continued as he roved past me to Peg’s desk.
“Peg, what time did you request to leave early?” he asked.
I couldn’t quite hear the rest of their dialogue once in his office.
When Azmir returned to the office, he strode past me towards his desk where he placed a file and asked, “Have you eaten?”
I looked down at the floor thinking about the answer to that question. I had met with Michelle at eleven under the guise of a business meeting and because I had so much to fill her in on, I’d only had an iced cappuccino.
“Now, that I think about it, I’ve only eaten a small bowl of fruit and an iced cappuccino since breakfast.”
He cocked his head to the side pushing his tongue into his molars, turning me the hell on per usual, as he processed my answer. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or bad but I wouldn’t ask.
“I was trying to catch you for lunch. When I spoke to Sharon she said you’d left for a meeting before lunch so I tried to be squeezed into your schedule. I ordered Italian.”