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stages
and resolve any issues."
    "Money
isn't an issue. Do you think I'm a suitable candidate?"
    "Yes,
I do. You're an ideal candidate, but I'm not the only therapist to offer this
service."
    "But
you do offer the service, or you wouldn't have given me the leaflet,
right?"
    Seb
nodded. "Right." Wrong. I'm an idiot .
    "Then
why are you suggesting I see a different therapist?"
    The
confusion on Kerri's face shamed him. Because he was being such a gigantic
moron, he was in danger of making her feel she was being rejected again. The
fact he was having inappropriate thoughts about her was his problem, not hers.
    "I
thought it was only fair to let you know there are other people offering this
type of treatment."
    Kerri
fell silent for a long time, but Seb gave her the space to explore her
thoughts. He couldn't help but hope she would change her mind. Volunteering to
be the one to help her overcome her issues was definitely a bad idea, but the
thought of her working in such an intimate way with anybody else made him
irrationally angry.
    He
knew how hard it would be for any other red blooded male to keep his hands and
desires to himself if someone who looked like Kerri asked them to teach her how
to enjoy sex. Jesus! They would think all
their Christmases had come at once!
    The
vulnerability emanating from her in waves would make her easy prey for an unscrupulous
male.   Seb was having trouble keeping his
mind on track, even as he fought the urges that he thought he could control. It
hadn't been a problem in the past. Some of his clients would have tested a
weaker man than he was, but Kerri was another matter entirely.
    His
gaze roamed over her long elegant neck, and he wondered how it might feel to
brush the shiny mass of curls to one side and nibble at the peachy soft skin
just below her ear. Would she jump a little as her nerves got the better of
her, or lean in to him and tilt her body upwards, inviting him to explore
further? If she did, would he be able resist the urge to thrust his eager hands
under her t-shirt and cup the breasts he hadn't been able to stop thinking
about for days? Was Kerri the kind of woman to sigh his name out loud as his
touch turned her on and her nipples got hard, or might she just bite down on
her lip, swallowing her groans as her body began to tremble?
    His
dick got rapidly and painfully hard, forcing him to uncross his legs and use
his notepad to hide his erection. Enough is
enough . There was nothing for it. Sebastian was going to have to be honest
with her and let the chips fall where they may.
    "You
look uncertain about this, Kerri. Would it help if I told you that I was wrong,
and that I think it would be a mistake for us to work together from this point
on?"
    "Why
would it be wrong?"
    "I'm
attracted to you, that's why."
    "Oh!"
Her eyes got wide, and she stared back at him, her lush mouth open, still
formed around the shape of the sound she'd just made.
    "Continuing
to see you as a patient would break every professional, ethical, and moral code
I can think of."
    "So
you don't want to help me?"
    Seb
let out a harsh bark of laughter.   "Oh, I do want to help you, Kerri. I'd love to unlock your secrets,
but not as your therapist. That's the problem."
    "Oh,"
she said again.
    He
got to his feet and walked over to the sofa where she was sitting and dropped
down on to the seat at the far end, ensuring he didn't touch her. "I need
you to understand that this is not your fault. I should have known after our
first meeting that I couldn't be your therapist, but I hoped I'd be able to
keep a grip on my urges. Unfortunately, I'm no different from any other man
when it comes to whether I find someone attractive or not."
    Kerri
kept her face turned away, her gaze fixed on something on the other side of the
room. "What happens now?"
    "Obviously
I won't charge you for this session, and I'll refund you for the last one.
After that, what happens next is up to you."
    His
words brought her round to face him. "Why is