Reece spots me instantly and smiles. Then he comes over toward me. It’s not like it’s a big bar. It’s pretty small, in fact. It’s literally the only place to drink in Fablestone and with that sort of draw, it’s no wonder that people here really love coming in. It’s always a little busy, but there’s also always plenty of room if you just want to drink alone.
Karen looks from me to Reece and back again.
“Friend of yours?” She asks.
“Something like that.”
“Patient?” She knows I’m a shrink. Everyone around here knows that. Fablestone isn’t that big of a place. It’s not a place you can go and blend in. You can’t come to this clan and expect that you’ll just sort of be able to remain invisible. It doesn’t work that way and we all know it.
I shrug. The rules of doctor-patient confidentiality are tricky when it comes to shifters. There aren’t really laws in place to protect shifters the same way there are policies that cover humans for cases like this, but I still try to give all of my patients the same level of respect. I want them to know that I care about them. I care about their well-being. I want them to feel like they can talk to me about anything without me sharing that information with anyone else.
No matter how cute the lady bartender might be.
She laughs and goes to make a drink. Reece approaches and stands beside me. It’s not awkward. Of course, it’s not awkward. There’s this tension between the two of us that’s been blossoming. I’ve never been attracted to a patient before, so I don’t really know what to do with him.
I don’t know what to do about this.
I don’t know what to do about the fact that I want to push him down, strip off his clothes, and ride his cock.
That’s what I want.
More than anything else at this very moment, I want to own him, to tease him, to possess him.
“Reece,” I say.
“Doctor.”
“It’s Sabrina out here,” I say.
“Sabrina.”
“Have a seat,” I gesture to the stool beside me and he sits down. I’m not usually a dominant person and I’m not particularly bossy. I’m a self-proclaimed switch. Sometimes when I’m in bed with someone, I need them to top me. I need them to take control and make the decisions and tell me what to do and where to go and how to do it.
With Reece, though, I want to be the one taking care of him.
I want to serve him.
Worship him.
I want to make him come apart and then I want to put him back together again in a way that’s both beautiful and seductive.
I want it all.
Most of the time, I take what I want, but with Reece?
With Reece, things are complicated.
He looks at me and I can’t read the expression on his face at first. Surprise? Is he surprised to see me here? It kind of seems like he is.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, turning the tables on him.
“Just came for a drink.”
“Funny,” I said. “I could have sworn you came for something else.”
I place my hand on his thigh, and for just a second, I don’t care how wrong this is. I don’t care how forward it is. I don’t care about any of that. For just a moment, all I care about is the fact that we’re both here, and this place is starting to look a lot like magic.
I could use some of that tonight.