The answer was yes.

Tina liked what she saw.

“I-I’m sorry?” Was all she was able to muster up, clearing her throat as she felt a slow throbbing begin between her legs.

The brunette stared at Tina in silence for a moment, her lips twitching with that same sexy smile as her eyes twinkled with something else. She leaned towards the hand resting on the arm rest and slowly stroked her chin with intrigue.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s really bothering you?” She finally asked. It didn’t seem to be the question she originally wanted to ask but it was the one she stuck to.

“I don’t understand” Tina’s eyes flicked to her therapists fingers and the way they ghosted over the soft mocha skin on her chin.

The brunette sighed as she removed her glasses and placed them on the notepad that had been sitting on her lap, tucking them both beside her on the chair. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on her thighs, revealing more of that sexy cleavage. She hadn’t seemed to notice but Tina sure as hell did. She thought she was going to die at the sight.

“Everything you’ve told me in the last half hour are things we’ve talked about in your past sessions. Things that I thought we had already resolved. I can tell by listening to you that they don’t bother you anymore so I’m confused as to why you’re still bringing them up. Clearly there’s something going on with you but I think it’s something else. Something you’ve yet to tell me”

You got that right.

Tina was silent as she considered the brunette’s words carefully, battling the desire to come clean about what had been on her mind for the last half hour. She looked away from her therapist as if the answer to her dilemma was somewhere in the office, her eyes lingering on a small desk set up behind the brunette.

More images of the night before came to mind and Tina saw herself being taken on that very desk. Her cheeks heated at all the dirty things that had been whispered into her earn and she squeezed her thighs together to assuage the ache between them.

“Tina”

The blonde looked away, ignoring the way her heart pounded against her chest as she looked her therapist in the eyes with hope that her expression was unreadable.