will keep your

sound of my door pulled open wi

round my office like he owns the place in a leather jacket and black pants, literally, his whole ensemble is made of black which made my eyes itch to get a glimp

ays admiring the African tapestry on my wall. Okay, vague. I can deal with that picking up my cup of coffee and walking

f me, strong, bold, powerful, beautiful." I reply looking a

in 1

at me still yet far enough to not get a good look at his eyes. As a therapist, I learn

I am squirming like a tilapia fish but on the outside I am more than composed watching his reaction. Therapist or not, in life you need to

pulse sipping my coffee. God, I love my job. Proud or not, I am good at it; the best even. "So I

ee it, perfect Green, too perfect to have such hollowness. The woman in me wants to know what's behind the hollow greens but the therapist wants to st

asses off half way out

your name?" Cracking half a smile tilting his head to the

Fixing back my glasses on looking

ng my time to assess his personality in seconds, if I want to get s

bvious his grin never strays past his beautiful pink lips and I must find out why. His green eyes which is meant to be vibrant is lonely and if I can get past that barrier, then I c

want to know yo

of coffee and taking off my glass

our deepes

. There, I said it." It is true and I noticed how he got quie

first name?"

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st like th

ver the other. "Yes, just

u fire away." He interjects

Mr I

you do

and taking

don't

ah. My

mock surrender clearly expressin

cow to New York at the age of fourteen, graduate in top honors at Harvard

what I think I heard? Play it cool

k; do you ever h

rimal in a lust I term addiction but that fueled my interest, piquing it

Ivanov. What do

other sighing in delight. "I kil

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