All Chapters of THE ARRANGEMENT: FORBIDDEN THINGS ALWAYS TASTE SO GOOD : Chapter 21 - Chapter 23

~Dr. Elijah's POV~I should never have agreed to take her as a patient.That’s what I told myself later, when everything had already gone out of my control. It was when I had crossed every professional boundary I had spent fifteen years building did I realize I shouldn't have. And it all started in that first session, I didn’t know was going to change my world. I swear I couldn’t have predicted she would become a drug to my system that I couldn't get rid of.Her name was Naomi Reed, she was twenty-eight years old. Referred to me by another therapist who specialized in anxiety disorders but thought her case needed someone with my background in trauma and sexual dysfunction.The intake form said she had been through a difficult breakup. That she was having trouble with intimacy and that she wanted to work through some “trust issues.”It all started with normal standard stuff. Nothing I hadn’t handled a hundred times before.But when she walked into my office, I should have known I was

~Dr. Elijah’s POV~ I spent the entire week questioning my judgment.What I had proposed to Naomi? Somatic therapy involving guided touch, wasn’t really unethical. It was actually a legitimate therapeutic approach for trauma survivors with intimacy issues.But the manner in which I had presented it and how my body was reacting to her quickly she had agreed is killing me. The dirty thoughts I had been having about her ever since is even worse. Worse part is, this is the most unprofessional thing I had ever done. Guilt is eating me up at all wrong, my thoughts and desires are. I should refer her to someone else. Someone who could maintain proper boundaries.But I didn’t.Because the truth was, I wanted to touch her and at the same time help her, yes. But also that… I wanted her.And that made me dangerous, a crazy bastard. She arrived for her session on time, wearing a soft blue sweater and jeans. Her hair was down for once, falling in waves over her shoulders.“Hi,” she crooked so