Chapter 5: The client he already fucked

Vera could only stare, a raw mix of fury and intense arousal swirling within her.

Elias hadn't changed a bit from Saturday night—still devastatingly handsome. Except this time, he wore a pair of sophisticated, monochromatic glasses and an expensive, open-collared orange shirt.

He looked too appealing, and her mind immediately generated a series of intensely inappropriate scenarios. She forcefully shoved those thoughts aside, allowing red-hot anger to seize control as she watched him. Was this some kind of a depraved, elaborate joke?

She saw a genuine glint of shock in his eyes as he shifted in his seat, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"What the hell is this?" she couldn't contain her fury. "Is that my file? Did you know about me before now?"

"Calm d..." he tried to say, but she was not having it.

"Do not tell me to fucking calm down. How could a man who commanded me just two days ago be my therapist? How exactly are you supposed to 'help' me?" she raged, the word "help" laced with bitter sarcasm.

How stupid did she seem to him right now? A naive college girl with a massive, convenient problem.

He looked genuinely apologetic as he raised his hands in surrender. "Hey...take a breath. This is not what it looks like."

She scoffed, giving him a death glare that was only marginally effective given her rapidly increasing pulse. "So you're like some sex therapist that fucks his clients anywhere? Is that the new cutting-edge therapy technique?"

They had a pleasant, mind-blowing night together. What she did not understand was why he was posing as her therapist when they had done the absolute opposite of what any therapeutic relationship should be. But she forced herself to keep quiet and listened to him speak.

"This is all a huge misunderstanding. I promise I did not know you were the woman on my appointment list. If I had known it was you, I would definitely not have touched you that night. I have no intention of touching my clients. I swear."

"My dad had never mentioned me to you, and you decided to stalk me or something?"

"No." Came his curt response.

She finally settled back in the chair, a flicker of suspicion lingering. "When did you join the investor group my father is part of?"

He gave her a quizzical stare. "Three months ago. Why?"

She nodded, remembering the darts match/pub context. "I last visited that pub five months ago. Wanted to be sure you had actually never seen or heard of me before all this happened." She gestured with her hand, encompassing the room.

He smiled, and she almost melted into a hot caramel puddle. Her anger instantly dissipated, leaving her exposed and aroused.

"It's nothing like that. Besides, I would never judge you, so please feel free around me so that we can achieve the best results," he assured her.

She nodded, momentarily entranced by the movement of his plump pink lips. She wanted to kiss them so badly. She should not feel like this, especially in the situation they had found themselves in. He was her therapist, for fucks sake.

She crossed her net-clad legs in an attempt to stop her pussy from pulsing at her thoughts. His eyes had caught the movement, and they travelled up her legs to her face, causing her core to drip now.

She felt hot under his gaze, and she looked away, discreetly puffing air through her mouth.

It's just for thirty minutes, Vera. Get a hold of yourself. You can do it. She imagined Kate saying those words to her.

Elias cleared his throat and clapped his hands gently on the desk. "Shall we begin then?"

"Yes," she managed to croak out, her eyes watching her fingers play with each other on her lap.

There was a pause, and then he requested in a voice she found very sensual, "I need you to look at me."

Those words brought crazy images to her mind—her bare back on his cleared table, with him pounding into her while he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

"Great. Now, I will ask you a few questions, and I would love for you to answer as honestly and clearly as you can." He picked up a pen. "Remember, no judgment zone. Alright?"

She nodded.

"I would need you to use words, Vera, okay?"

"Yes."

"That's better. Why are you here, Vera?" He asked.

"I...I wanted to get help..."

He raised a brow. "For what exactly?"

"I am sure it is stated there in my file," she replied, shooting him an annoyed look.

He chuckled. "This is how sessions work, Vera. This is to make sure you really do want help. Because you can't be helped if you do not want it."

"Oh." She relaxed and answered, "My libido is crazy."

"What do you mean?"

Her eyes traced the outline of his chest through the open buttons. "I want sex all the time. With anyone who is available."

His eyelids slit, and his grip on his pen tightened just a little. "Just anyone?" He choked out, and when she nodded, his eyes blazed. Although when he shut and opened them, he seemed composed.

What was that? "What made you decide to get help?" He questioned while taking notes.

"My best friends, Kate and Rose."

"Why do you think they wanted you to get help?"

She smiled wistfully. "Kate loves me."

"Why had you not sought a solution yourself before now?"

She inhaled, "Because I feel I am too far gone."

He studied her silently, a finger trailing his lips. Her tummy clenched as he did. Was he doing this on purpose? Torturing her from where he sat while acting so ignorant of the effect he had on her.

"And do you feel you can be helped now?" He asked after a while.

His blue eyes seemed to suck her in as she stared into them and replied. "I am not sure."

He regarded her a bit before writing into her file, and then he dropped the pen and clasped his hands on the table. "Now, I need you to be very honest with me on this one, alright?" He urged and she nodded.

Soon, he was standing and stalking around the table to her, his eyes never leaving hers. He stopped behind her and her heart quickened as she ceased to breathe in anticipation. What was he going to do next?

Would that night repeat itself here in his office? Her core was humming its consent.

She was so down for it if it came to that.

She felt his finger swipe her hair over her right shoulder, exposing the left side of her neck. She held onto the chair tightly as he touched her neck, trailing a hot path up just to stop below her ear.

His words, an intimate echo of his dominance from Saturday, were just loud enough to bypass the soundproofing of the luxurious office.

Vera shivered violently, her back arching into his touch, the pretense of a therapeutic session instantly shattering. "It seems, Miss Lancaster," Elias murmured, his fingers finally settling at the pulse point beneath her jaw, "that our first session will focus entirely on your physical responses.

Don't worry," he finished, his voice a low, dangerous growl, "this is strictly for diagnostic purposes."