The Psychiatrist

Chapter Thirteen

The week went by pretty quick since my run in with little miss mysterious Wednesday night. I was so close to tasting the insides of her mouth. She was practically begging me. Her eyes and mouth were calling me. Huh only my imagination of her will do until I see her again. I rolled to the other side of the bed to retrieve my phone from the nightstand. No new notifications. I guess I'm not loved today. I rolled out of bed making my way to the bathroom.

I run the hot water first to let the water heat up as I detangle my hair for the millionth time this week. That's it, I'm going to get it cut this week. I flinch and moan every morning when I do this. So many times I have thought about pulling a Britney Spears and just shaving it all off, but I'm not sure if I would look good bald. Dropping the brush in the sink, I pull off my boxers and jump into the steamy water.

I wonder what little miss mysterious is doing today, is she thinking about our almost kiss? Or if she is even thinking of me. Her lips pressed against mine, kissing and licking me, leaving hickies on my neck, chest, stomach, and then on my throbbing member. I open my eyes to shake the thoughts of her on her knees in front of me. My hard member bobbed along my thigh as the fantasies of her ran rapidly in my mind. Huh look what you're doing to me sweet angel.

After my long embarrassing shower, I gathered all of my clothes that needed to be washed and put them in a mesh bag. I throw on a grey sweatshirt and some jeans and head out to the elevator. It would count as three times if I were to see her today. Then she would have to keep her end of the bargain and tell me her name. I bet her name is beautiful like her. I wonder if it's Daisey or Rabecca. Why didn't I think of it before, her name is Leslie. Of course, her name is Leslie, why else would she name her bookstore that name. I am an idiot.

The elevator doors couldn't open fast enough as I flew to my car. Fumbling with my keys, I make quick work of opening my door and slinging my dirty laundry onto the backseat floorboards. The loud noise of the mustang fills the parking garage as I peeled out of my parking space. Come on already! My fingers impatiently drum on the steering wheel as I wait for the garage door to lift. It was a quarter past ten when I left, so the bookstore should be open. With the garage door finally opened, I made a beeline to Leslie's.

Mainstreet was kind of slow paced today, making my quick trip to Leslie's even quicker. Everyone must be doing some last minute Christmas shopping. It makes all of the since because Christmas is only three days away. Damn it I need to get Marvin a gift. I pulled into a parking space behind a black Mercury Comet.

As I lock the doors to the mustang, I took a few glances at the black beauty before entering the bookstore. Convertible top, red leather seats, this thing is a beauty! Granddad would die if he saw this work of art. Focus on the mission Oliver, focus on Leslie. I twist open the door and make my way inside the cozy bookstore. The Carpenters were playing on the little radio that was plugged in on the small round table. That wasn't here Wednesday night.

"Good morning sir, is there something I can help you find?" said the attractive older woman.

She was tall and thin with long chocolate brown hair that flowed down her back. The little wrinkles by her eyes were a dead giveaway that she was a little much older than she seemed to be.

"I'm looking for Leslie. She's a short woman, with beautiful green eyes and long dark hair."

"Oh she's not Leslie, I am Leslie. May I ask what is your business with her?" she said smiling.

"I just wanted to see if she was in today, that's all. You wouldn't mind telling her that Oliver stopped by?" Damn I should've gone to the Rec center, she might have been there again.