The Obsession Game - Book One

DID SHE SAY, FIANCÉ?

It has been a couple of months since seeing Dr. Calvin, and I'm disturbed, to be frank, that I haven't had the opportunity to address my recurring dream, yet. Each session she is hell-bent on trying to get to know my past or more about me. Something I plan to discuss with her today if possible. My ride to her office allowed me to contemplate how I would do just that. It's sad that I must strategize a plan prior to arriving. But she controls every meeting we have. We've seen one another quite a bit after requesting that I change my monthly appointments to weekly. I agreed, although uncertain why that was necessary. For her to be one of the most sought-after behavioral doctors, she doesn't have a coherent plan of how to help people who are not diagnosed with mental illness.

Normally, I'd see Maria when I walked in. She'd brighten my disdain for the moment, but today was her day off. Which works out perfectly. It's a tad bit unnerving to have to exchange words of affection so that she can show the other women how she landed me. An amusing scene, I'll admit, but my mind was not there today. I head up to the 23rd floor. Like always, I'm the center of attention. 'Is this office only occupied by women?' Every session I've had, I can't remember seeing a single bloke. Maybe I'll ask Dana what other businesses are in here.

Speaking of Dana. I notice her as I exit the elevator. Wearing a huge smile, and a red, yes, I said red pencil skirt and leopard print blouse, exposing her large cleavage. What are we in the 1950s? Sometimes she chooses to wear the most ridiculous attire. Approaching her desk, I'm reminded that to date she has made several attempts to seduce me. From body language to sharing intimate information about her sex life while I wait to be seen. Oddly enough, I haven't given her a chance to succeed as I normally would. I'll deduce that to the fact that she works with my therapist. Who at her will is attempting to find out every single detail of my inner being. Of which I seem to be willing to share openly.

Dana's smile brightens. "Hi, Mr. England. How are you today?"

"On time I hope." My boyishly charming smile appears, a habit I suppose. I am certainly not trying to entice Ms. Dandridge.

"Yes, you are. In fact, you're 10 minutes early." She says with a wink. "You can take a seat and Dr. Calvin will be with you shortly. She's finishing up now."

That's interesting. Of all the times I've come for my standing appointment, I have yet to run into another patient. Of course, I'd assume she has an array of people coming through here daily to afford the things she has. But I've never seen one myself. I wonder if her other patients are cooky types. Really in need of help? It may be best if I take a seat on the far side of the room today. To be quite honest, I don't fancy flirtatious behavior from Dana, to speak of this evening. Fuck! I would be thirsty... wouldn't I? "Dana, can I trouble you for a cold bottle of San Pellegrino, please?" That water is so refreshing at any time of day. One thing that impressed me was they offered such fine quality natural mineral water to their clients. I've had thousands of meetings. Have been forced to wait in many lobbies. They have not offered me anything other than bottled spring or distilled water. This, of course, was a change I embraced when I started coming here.

"I'll get that right away, Mr. England." She whispers seductively. Or maybe not. It's hard to tell with her. She changes regularly, trying to see if any of it will work. Sadly, for her, it never does. Initially, when we met, she was on my radar to pursue in some fashion. That's changed. Partly because she works so closely with this doctor. And partly because I have been spending time with Maria. Messiness isn't my forte. So, Dana loses out, although it's rather amusing how hard she tries. I'm confident she can get any man she desires. Only I'm not any man... Oh, wait! Dr. Calvin's door is opening. I watch as a wanker about my stature departs from her office, grinning from ear to ear. He doesn't appear to be a patient type, although neither do I, so I can't judge there. A tall bloke, about my height, maybe 6'3 or 4. Almond-colored skin tone. Somewhat muscular, under the fitted black suit, he wore. Well, put together, I'll admit. And smiling quite a bit; did she cure him? No, wait! Is that her standing at the door blushing while watching him leave? Is this her beau? No, it can't be. I so hope it isn't. How dare she keep me waiting to engage in personal matters as if my time is of no significance?