The Psychiatrist

Chapter Twelve

The short angel stood still in front of me. It was as if time had stopped just for us. Those green river eyes were pulling me in and I couldn't resist. She wore a camel colored chunky turtleneck sweater dress with thigh high black boots. Fucking hell. The things I would do to you if you were mine. Her little movements brought me back to reality as her body slightly brush passed me to lock the front door. I couldn't take my eyes off of her nice round behind. My imagination was running wild at the thought of seeing her nice behind.

"Is there something I can help you find?"

"I actually just wanted to check out the place. I drive past every day on my way home and I just wanted to see."

I said trying to hide my smile. The sweet angelic woman tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked over to the register. Her eyes never left mine as I walked through the rows of bookcases. I walked over to the right side of the store and searched the walls, looking at the section of books. Everything from cook books to novels were just randomly placed on the shelves. I looked over at the little angel as she licked her red painted lips. She made my body stir in ways I couldn't explain.

"You know this doesn't have to be painful."

"I'm sorry?"

"Your name. You haven't told me your name." I said taunting her.

She let out a little giggle as she covered her face. Even her laugh was infectious, her sweet little girly chuckle. She smelt sweet like strawberries and kiwis, my favorites. I wonder if she tastes like strawberries and kiwis. Mhmm tasting her would be at the top of my Christmas list. She brushed back her dark chocolate mane of hair from her face and smiled.

"I'm not just going to give you my name that easily. You're going to have to work for it." she said as she walked behind the counter.

I watched as she plugged in the clear Christmas lights and turned off the main lights in the bookstore. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 7pm. I had to figure out some way to keep her with me. Time is running out and I wanted more of her. Think damn it! Think.

"Would you like to go out to Carlito's with me?" what the actual hell man. Why did I just ask her on a date.. Especially when I don't know her name.

"Like a date?" Yes sweetheart.

"No, but I'll pay for your dinner and-"

"You're paying for my dinner and this doesn't sound like a date to you?"

"I'm just trying to be nice, that's all. I promise I won't try anything."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise." I say trying to hide my excitement. She reward's me with her dreamy smile before she turned around to grab her purse.

Our walk to Carlito's Tacos was a short walk. It was next to Starbucks which was sort of next to my house. Carlito's wasn't ever busy on Wednesday nights but Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday were the busiest. They're closed on Sundays which sucks. There were only about 12 people inside. A family of 6 and a few people on dates i'm assuming. We went up to the desk to place our orders.

"Uh, I'll have three chicken tex-mex tacos and a pineapple soda."

"And for the lady?" Ernesto says.

"I'll have the same as him." she said softly.

The total came up to $12.50, I quickly slid over my credit card before she could reach for hers. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked over to a table. Ernesto handed me the receipt and our ticket. I sat in front of her admiring her beauty. The perfect arched eyebrows, lips, the soft contours of her nose. She was heavenly and breathtaking. Her little fidgeting was starting to aggravate me. She continuously moved her hands and looked around as if she was being watched.