The Psychiatrist

Chapter Eighteen

It's silent as we walk to who knows boulevard. Ever since we've seen dickhead, Dana has been quiet, very quiet. What did he say to her earlier that pissed her off so bad. Was it Mrs.Waters who pissed her off? No, can't be her, it's most definitely dickhead.
Don't let what we talked about fall on deaf ears Dana.
     What the hell does that mean?
     "If you want, we don't have to continue this date Dana," I say, stopping. "I don't know what happened back there and it's none of my business, but if you're not comfortable or into this date, we can just end it here." I say, looking into her eyes.
     "No, no I'm fine."
     "Did I say something to make you feel weird?"
     "It's not you,"
     Then what is it Dana.
     "Is there something going on with you and him?" I don't care how beautiful you are or hard you can possibly make me, I won't compete for you.
     "I've already told you that I'm not interested in Deacon Waters, he's married to Missionary Wilmarie." She frowns.
     My eyes are wide in my face as I realized what just happened in front of me. He's cheating on his wife with a younger woman. what a damn shame.
You have no room to talk Mister.
     "I'm sorry, can we talk about something else? Please?" She says, taking a step closer to me. She's on the verge of crying. I cup the left side of her face, ready to catch the tear that is threatening to ruin our date.
"What's your favorite color." I say.
     Fuck! How did I not notice her alluring eyes. I knew they were green, but they're chartreuse green. Astonishing.
"My favorite color is pink, and what about you?" She breathes, softly.
     "Blue and orange," I take a step back, "shall we?" I say, extend my hand out to her. That a girl. Her hand is in mine and now the date is back on track.
"What do you like to do when your bored?"
I like to fuck, swim, workout, go out, eat out, the usual, but fucking is my favorite. I do enjoy hanging out with my parents and granddad too. I omit my favorite activity and answer her question smoothly.
"Very active, aren't you?" She says, smirking.
"Well, eh." I say.
"Next question. Why are you single?" She says.
I'm not single, I'm engaged to My bosses daughter. The constant guilt eats at me again
"No one is fun or original anymore, you know. Girls do everything for the gram or they have very high and unrealistic standards."
     "And guys don't?" She says, challenging me.
     "Well, no. We're not expecting much from y'all, maybe knowing how to cook and clean—"
     "Look like Halle Berry in the face. Breast like Pamela Anderson, and ass like Beyoncé."
     "It's a start." I say, smirking.
     Dana scrunches up her face and smiles.
     Honestly, men aren't into all of that, well I'm not. I like women who are fun and exciting. Women who engage my mind. Yes, being gorgeous will get my attention, but it won't hold my attention. I answer her question flawlessly.
     "I haven't found anyone who's worth breaking my routine for or anyone who fits the bill. I want to feel that "I missed you" feeling when you're gone."
"I can understand that. Next question." She presses on.
"Why are you single? I'm sure they're men who are throwing themselves at you." Like the damn Deacon.
"Because no one appreciate's a good chase. It's always jumping straight to sex. No second or third date to woo you or anything,"  she stops and turns to me. "Hi, my name is Dana, let's fuck." She says, as her hand trails up my torso as she's smiling at me.
"When and where?" I say, too quick for my own liking.
My arms are wrapped around her as she laughs me off. Dana buries her face into my chest and I know she's smiling. Her little soft laughter makes me feel good and now I don't know why I'm laughing.
So refreshing, she is.
What the hell is going on.
     "So you want someone to chase you?" I say, releasing her from my embrace.
She's tucked away under my arm with hers wrapped around me as we began walking again.
     "Who doesn't want to be chased? I think it's sweet and fun." She says, cheerfully.
"So, you want a fairytale kind of relationship?" I don't do fairytale relationships. No.
"I mean, that would be nice but realistically speaking, it's impossible. Fairytale relationships don't exist and I'm okay with that. I love—"
"Realistic relationships."
"Jinx! You owe me a soda." She says, softly as she peers up at me.
"Tell me more about yourself." I ask. I've chased after you for a while now and I want more.
I hang on to every word she says. She took ballet when she was four up until she was twelve, loves singing and cooking. She listed Aretha Franklin and Stevie Wonder as her favorite singers, but it was her mother who got her into singing she said. A little hummingbird. Mhmm, the music we'll make together.
Stop.
     "What about your parents? What do they do for a living?" I probe.
     "Well, my dad was an accountant for this super nice law firm and my mom was a school teacher. She taught music class," She beams. "What about your parents?" She says, looking at the ground.
     They're actually normal people. My father owns his own body shop in Palm Harbor and Tarpon Springs, while mom owns a café.
     See, normal.
     They've owned there small businesses for years, since like the late 90's. My mom opened her business first, with the help of both grandparents and my dad, Margo's Café was up and running. Then dad opened up the body shop.
     "Did you work at any of the family businesses?"
     "Of course, I just didn't operate the register at both places or cook at my moms café." I say, brushing back the birds nest on top of my head.
     "Not much of a cook?" She teases.
     "I can burn down a kitchen." I really can with my cooking skills.
     Dana covers her face as she laughs at my honest admission. I wonder if that's a deal breaker for her. I'll ask her later. Dana signals to the bench that's in front of the local art studio.
"Sorry, I must rest my feet." She says, sinking into the wood bench.
I pat my legs, signaling her to rest her legs on me. She's reluctant at first. "I'm not a foot freak, I just want to make you feel better." I coax.
Her foot gently brushed against my manhood.
"I promise I didn't mean to—"
"Dana, if you want to see, all you have to do is ask." I say, teasing her. 
     My man is going to rise to attention if she keeps up with this little tease fest. My hands are wrapped around her toes, massaging and mashing into the soles of her feet. She's all giggles as I massage her toes.
     "You're tickling me," she says, in between laughs. "My feet are my tickle spots." She says, pulling from me.
     "Good to know."
     "Sooo," she twirls her chocolate mane of hair around her fingers. "Are you going to attend watch night?" She bats her lashes.
     "I don't know, my parents always through this crazy New Year's Eve party and—"
     "We can, you know," her voice is low. She sits herself up, squeezing her breast together. Teasing me, yet again. How can I resist her when she's doing this? I agree dumbly.
     I am way to distracted to pay attention to what she's saying to me. Her mouth is moving but my eyes are focused on the bouncing cleavage.
Don't offend her, pay attention, Oliver.
     "It begins at 10:30pm, but I normally get there around 11." She finishes.
     "So, you want me to come?"
     Dana is all smiles as she blushes. She clears her throat and makes a quick recovery. It's too late, I know you have a dirty mind, sweetie.
     "It would be my pleasure to have you come." She blushes.
     "Oh would it, now." I say.
     Our gazes clash once again. Who knew, in between those ears of hers, were a dirty mind. She struck me as sweet and innocent. Those chartreuse green eyes were the distraction. She's not innocent and I love it.
"Excuse me, Sir, ma'am," The young boy, teenager maybe, interrupts us. "I was assigned a winter project in my French class, and I was wondering if you guys could help me?" He says, nervously.
"Of course! What do you need?" Dana answers before me.
"We have to go around and take pictures of what we think love is, so with that being said, I just need a picture of you two." He says.
"You think we're in love?" The words fall out of my mouth quicker than I expected.
"Well yeah. They way you two were staring at each other, oozed love. I barely wanted to interrupt you guys."
Then, why did you?
"So how do you want us? Standing or sitting?" Dana questions. She's all smiles, again.
     "Uh, why don't you two get really close, Miss?"
     "Dana, and this is Oliver." She says, pointing at me.
     "Oh great! My name is Johnny. So Dana, do you mind sitting on Oliver's lap?" He says, getting straight to the point.
     "Are you comfortable with me sitting on your lap?"
     "Yes, but are you comfortable sitting on my lap? We can do another pose—"
     Dana plops down on my lap, sending my dick into a frenzy. She shifts on my lap, making herself comfortable, and me, horny. Very horny. I should've wore different pants for sure. Her fingers caress my kneecaps as she pushes herself into me.
     "Comfortable?" My voice is low and in her ear.
Stop her or you'll "show" again.
     I wrap my arms around her waist, stilling her. The flash goes off on Johnny's phone, and now he's in Dana's face.
     "I can air drop the picture to you, and be out of your hair in seconds." He chirps.
     Wonderful, now hurry it up!
     "Thanks again, you guys were great!" He says, quickly running across the street to irk another couple, and now it's just us again. Alone.
     "It's getting really late," she says, caressing my inner thigh. I'm coming undone. Fuck! I want to throw her down on this bench and have my way with her. She shifts again, grinding herself into me. I still her once again.
"I must be going." She says, and I couldn't agree more with her.
"I'll walk you to your car." I reply.
We're both to our feet and she leads the way to her car, it's behind Leslie's she says. It's not too far of a walk, only three store fronts down.
"Last two questions." She says, flipping open the white paper. "Can you sing?" She ask.
"If you consider nails down a chalkboard singing, then yes, I am a terrific singer. Amazing I might even add." I say, playfully.
I will make your ears bleed if you ask me to sing. I say, she covers her mouth as she laughs. I stand behind her, hugging her, as she laughs at my failed talent.
"Okay, last question. What do you want out of this?" She ask.
What do I want out of this? I'm happily engaged. So why are you here then? I play dumb, knowing exactly what she means.
"Out of this, us." She says. I know she's blushing, I can feel it.
"Not sex, if that's what you're insinuating. I mean, with time, we'll know." The thought of making her scream my name has lingered in the back of my mind.
"I'm not insinuating anything, Mr.Valentine." She says, turning to me. 
     "I'm sure you are." I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her.
     This feels so right, standing here with her, wrapped in each other's arms. I back her into the black convertible, my hand is tucked under her chin. I can taste her lips from here, as I am inches away from her face. My forehead rest on hers, closing the small gap between our mouths.
     "I don't kiss on the first date," she says quietly.
     What? After all of the flirting, you secretly saying dirty things to me, and not to mention, you grinding on me— you don't kiss on the first date? I am completely floored.
     "I can respect that." I say, trying to mask my disappointment.
     "As a consolation prize, you can have my number or a kiss on the cheek."
     "No, I'll wait for better." I say.
     We swap phones.
     "I enjoyed myself, Oliver," she says handing me my phone.
     "So, I'll see you New Year's Eve?"
     I nod. I'll do anything to be next to you. She wants to be chased. It's all apart of the chase, Oliver.
    I open her car door for her, admiring the view of her teasing tool one last time. She cranks up the comet and puts the top down.
     "Thank you, again for dinner, I really enjoyed myself." She says.
"We should do this again." I reach for her hand and kiss her soft knuckles.
"Soon. Goodnight, Oliver." She says.
I watch as the comet disappear into the night, leaving me, watching until the tail lights are out of plain view. I turn on my heels and head back to the gentlemen's condo.
Marvin is in the same spot that I left him in earlier, on the couch, with his eyes shut and mouth wide open as he snores. He needed some time off from the fuck olympics. I take off my shoes and head to my room. I strip down to my boxers and belly flop onto the bed. I sink into the king size mattress, still on cloud nine from my date with the lovely, Dana Washington. She's so... delightful.. and sexy. My phone buzzes, snapping me out of the quick trans. Dana's name, accompanied by the sunflower emoji flashes bright across the screen. I pick up after the second ring.
     "Hi."
     "Hi."