She tapped her finger on her temple. “Mental notes. I’m good at retaining information.” She winked, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Don’t do that shit.” My voice dropped a few octaves.
Her smile faded, and her face turned into confusion. “I’m sorry. Do what, Mr. Abara?” she asked.
I wasn’t sure if she even realized what the fuck she was doing to me. Why the fuck would my sister refer me to her? Did she not know that I would be attracted to this woman? Did she know how possessive I could be when I went after something I wanted?
Honestly, I wasn’t looking for another relationship. Nichelle fucked that shit up for the next chick, because now, I had trust issues. But Ms. Blake looked like a damn good distraction from feeling this heartbreak.
I stood abruptly. “Nah, this shit ain’t gon’ work.” I walked toward the door before her voice stopped my stride.
“It can work. You just have to allow yourself to believe it will. Don’t walk away from your blessing, Mr. Abara. If you stay, I can assure you that I can help you.” She didn’t stand, she didn’t crowd me, and her voice was tender and caring.
I looked back at her and shook my head. “Nah, if I stay, I’m going to fuck you.” I could hear her gasp lightly.
Yeah, inhale, Ms. Blake. That’s exactly what you’d be doing while I’m coaching you to breathe through that nut.
“Mr.”—she paused, looked away briefly, then her eyes came back to me—“I can guarantee that can’t and won’t happen.”
“It can, and it will. I need some time, man. I’ll hit you when I’m ready.”
The look on her face was stoic. She didn’t say shit else as I opened the door and walked out.
As soon as the door closed, I let out the heavy breath I had been holding in since the moment I locked eyes with Mr. Ghana Abara. I’d treated many attractive patients, but Ghana was a different breed. His waves made me dizzy; his dark, brown-sugar skin was smooth but held worry lines that formed into a V between his perfectly lined brows. His full lips and full beard made my nipples pebble, and I prayed that he couldn’t see it through my blouse.
I almost wanted to call Kenzi and curse her ass out for not telling me how fine her brother was. At least if I’d known, I would have been better prepared. I think I handled it well, though. I didn’t let on that I was indeed attracted to him. The guys I dated always felt like I was evaluating them, and it neverlasted. I could admit that maybe I was assessing them, but it was for a good reason. I needed to make sure I made the right decisions concerning my love life.
I didn’t like controlling men, men who had mommy issues, or men who were narcissistic. In Ghana’s case, he had mommy issues, so I knew whatever I was thinking wouldn’t work.
The way he looked at me and what he said to me couldn’t be ignored, however. Although I’d never looked at any of my clients in a sexual way, Ghana had a presence that exceeded any of my restrictions.
He didn’t say much.
Didn’t have to, really.
But what he said led me to believe that what I thought would be easy would not be.
I stood from the chair I had been sitting in since Ghana left my office and went to my desk to write down a few notes about our visit today. There wasn’t much I could say but the fact that he was sexually frustrated and attracted to me. I wouldn’t put that part in my notes, but I would explain how he refused to tell me anything.
The visit didn’t even last more than ten minutes, but just from his stare alone, I could tell our sessions would take a lot of restraint on my part. I called my assistant to let her know to put Ghana on my schedule three times a week. Whether he showed up or not, I wanted to be available to him because I knew how badly Kenzi wanted this for him.
When she called me, in distress, I knew I had to come through for my girl. Kenzi was nothing short of amazing, and I would always show up for her whenever she needed me.
After putting the notes into my computer, I went to my text messages and sent Willow a text, asking if she was available. After receiving confirmation that she was, I grabbed my water and headed to her office. I knocked lightly before opening thedoor and going inside. Willow sat behind her desk, going over the papers in front of her.
“Girl!” I exclaimed as soon as I shut the door.
Willow’s eyes came to me. “What happened?”
“Kenzi’s brother . . . Like, why on earth would she send his fine ass to me?”
Willow giggled. “Uhm, maybe because she wants you to help him, not hump him.”
“Who said anything about humping him?” I asked as I sat in the chair in front of her desk.
“The way you just came in here flustered, I’d say you’d be Sally on that camel.” She laughed as I joined in.
“You’re so corny.”