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until she found the crumpled envelope. Scanning the return address, she drove five more blocks and found his building. When she was about to ring the doorbell, a laughing couple exited, leaving the door to close on its own. She slipped inside and rode the elevator up to his floor. Exiting, she followed the apartment numbers until she came to his door. Without hesitation she rang the bell. What if he wasn’t home? After all, it was Saturday night—or worse, he might not be alone. She pushed the bell again. Then again. And yet again.
    There was no telltale click of the peephole cover being raised, just the swish of the door as it was flung open. He stood before her, his face an angry scowl, and wearing nothing except a pair of striped silk pajama bottoms. His chest and belly were finely chiseled, with the slightest hint of paunch if he didn’t watch it. His nipples, which seemed to catch her gaze and not let go, were as hard and erect as her own.
    “Doctor…” he said. “Don’t you think it’s a little late for a house call?”
    “What’s the meaning of this?” She waved the note under his nose.
    He moved back a scant inch and lowered his gaze to the paper.
    They both heard one or two peephole latches being raised.
    “Won’t you come in, Doctor? No need letting my neighbors know all my business.”
    She stepped in. Immediately the aura of the medium-sized living room caught and held her like it was his arms.
    “We were making progress. Good progress. You opened up, and now you want to see another therapist?”
    “I think it would be best,” he said with his arms folded across his broad chest.
    “Why? I’ve been able to help you. I’m a good doctor.”
    “You don’t have to sell yourself to me.”
    “Then why?” Her voice had raised a tiny bit.
    He walked to the window and looked out onto the gorgeous view of the dark city below, then turned back to her. “I’d just prefer a doctor I didn’t want to fuck.”
    He knew she would be shaken by his statement, but he also knew she would allow her professionalism to prevail.
    “You see? That’s what I mean,” she said. “You’ve opened up. That’s progress.”
    “Well, Doctor, how about you opening up? How about a little honesty from you ?”
    “Me?”
    “Yes, you. What are your desires? Your needs? What are your ghosts?”
    “Look,” she said with a slight smile. “If this is about what you saw that day—” she began in her doctor-to-patient explanatory tone.
    “It’s not about that day. It’s about every day I sit oppositeyou, which I prefer, incidentally, when you draw detail after detail out of me about who I am. Or maybe who you want me to be.”
    “That’s insane. I don’t think there’s been any impropriety on my part.”
    “No.” He laughed. “And there wouldn’t be. Not with you, and you know why?”
    She waited a full minute before answering, wishing his dark eyes weren’t boring into hers the way they were. “Well, since you have all the answers, why?”
    “Because you don’t want to be responsible.”
    “Excuse me?”
    “That’s right. You don’t want to be responsible for what you want, for doing the things you desire. You don’t want to be responsible for wanting to get fucked.”
    Her eyes grew wide with incredulity. “That’s crazy.”
    “Oh really? I bet you can’t even say it. You want to, but you can’t, and there’s never been anyone to make you want to say it.”
    “I can see this has been a mistake.” She sighed, fumbling with her purse. “Maybe another therapist will suit you better.”
    “Good! And now that we’ve detached our medical relationship, I think you should know there is no way you’re leaving this apartment until I have tasted your pussy.”
    She stared at him, her adrenaline pumping wildly. She was beginning to feel trapped and her eyes widened to the size of nickels.
    “Don’t worry. I’ve never raped a woman in my life, and I won’t begin now. You’ll give it to me.