The Submission Sessions Read Free

morning. Tonight, for the next few minutes at
least, and possibly a little longer, she was gonna allow herself to do nothing
but think of him.
     

Chapter Two
     
    Sebastian
March checked the diary on his laptop again, looking for her name. For the last
few days, he'd managed to convince himself that his interest in Kerri Robertson
was purely professional, but he'd given up lying to himself about it. She
fascinated him but not in the way his other clients did. Kerri was a
staggeringly beautiful woman with a deep sensuality, and it was a crime against
nature that she wouldn't allow herself to enjoy that part of herself.
    When
he shook her hand, he'd sensed the heat simmering beneath her buttoned up
exterior, and the frustration coursing through her veins had been so intense,
he'd almost pulled away.   He'd fought the
urge because he didn't want her to think he found her touch repulsive, and then
have to explain his reaction by confessing to her that he was a psychic who had
the ability to read other people's thoughts and emotions.
    "Isabel?"   Seb shouted through the open door to his
receptionist, aware that he could just as easily speak to her via the internal
line but desperate for a distraction from his thoughts.   She appeared in the doorway, looking slightly
alarmed. He'd never shouted for her attention before, and he'd probably just
scared the crap out of her.  
    "What's
wrong?"
    "Nothing. I just wondered
if you'd updated the diary today."
    Isabel's
spine went rigid, and she raised an eyebrow in his direction, making it clear
to him what she thought of being summoned in such a way for something so trivial.
"No, I'm just about to do it. We had a couple of calls this morning.   Is there something in particular you are
looking for?"
    "No. I just wondered, that's all."
    Her
expression told him she didn't believe him, but she let it slide. One of the
things that made Isabel a perfect employee was her lack of interest in anything
that didn't directly affect her. Sure, she was beautiful to look it, if you
liked that kind of Nordic beauty, but he barely knew her. She'd shut down any
attempts at friendship or camaraderie in the five years she'd been his employee.
Working with someone who seemed determined to remain a virtual stranger felt
alien at first, but he'd gotten used to it eventually and now, he preferred
it.   He'd never managed to read Isabel,
but they'd only ever touched once and that was on the day he'd shaken her hand
after hiring her. All he'd felt then was her nervousness, which he put down to
the fact she was being interviewed. It certainly wasn't because of him. He
hadn't sensed even the slightest bit of sexual interest in him, which was one
of the reasons he'd hired her.
    Isabel
gave him another weird look and headed for the door. "I'll go and update
the diary now. Your next appointment is here, by the way."
    Sebastian
got through the next hour on willpower alone. The couple he was seeing had been
married for twenty years and were very happy but wanted to spice things up a
bit. He listened to them talk and watched the way they interacted with each
other and then suggested a few things they could try. Sebastian paid particular
attention to the woman and didn't suggest anything too extreme. He could tell
she was blaming herself for the fact her husband wasn't entirely satisfied with
her. The urge to grab her hand and tell her that her partner was a being a jerk
almost overwhelmed him. She was a vibrant, attractive, caring woman who enjoyed
an active sex life with the man she was still in love with, and her husband
should be thanking his lucky stars rather than searching for ways to make himself feel young again.
    As
they left, Seb clasped the husband's hand firmly, taking the opportunity to
read what was going on in his head. Satisfied that the guy did still love his
wife and probably wasn't likely to run off and have an affair with some pretty
young thing, Seb let them leave without suggesting they book in