The Psychiatrist

Chapter Twenty

The bristles of the brush snags on to the knots in my hair as I roughly detangle my dreadful bird's nest of hair. It's every bit of five minutes past ten and I'm going to be late. Ouch! Damn hair. I reach for Charity's hairspray and began to drench my hair with it. Giving myself another look in the mirror, I fix the collar of my shirt and head out of the bathroom. Judging from how quiet it is in here, I assume Marvin's already off to Shantell's house for the New Years. Maybe I can invite Dana back here. Maybe. I  shake the thought from my head and make my way to the door. We can't make any mistakes tonight. P's and Q's.

The chilly gust of wind hits me as I step off the elevator. I hope I packed that trench coat, it's freezing out here. The engine roars as I tap the gas to warm it up. I need this night to go well. I send out a mass text message to everyone in my phone, wishing them a Happy New Year and telling them I don't feel good. Charity texts back first, asking if I'm okay. Yes, I'm fine, just tired I text back. We can't have any mistakes tonight I remind myself. I switch my phone to airplane mode and make my way to church.

It takes me all of eight minutes to get here. I drove here literally on two wheels and I'm still late. Fifteen minutes late to be exact. I feel like a creep scanning the small parking lot for her. Where is she? I'm parked a few feet away from the small field of flowers, where I asked her out on a date. Headlights rush around the corner and stops directly behind me. I wait for the lights to go off before I exit the car. The round headlights gives it away, It's her.

"You're late!" I say, locking my car door.

Damn. I'm all eyes once she's in my sight. A nice figure hugging black cocktail dress and black stockings. So simple, yet it's driving me crazy. I want to run my fingers through her perfectly curled hair. I fully take advantage of the view of her delicious round ass. Magnificent form I might even add. She's bent over looking for something in her car.

"Fashionably late. Get it right." A devious smile plays on her full lips as  I walk over towards her, mesmerized by her bodacious body.

"Still late."

"Considering the fact that you're staring at my butt, you're not early either." She takes a jab. "Where is it?" She mutters.

I shuffle over to her, standing directly behind her. The arch in her delicate back. Her chocolate mane of hair flowing. Before I know it, my body is pressed to hers. My hand glides up her side then resting itself on her shoulder, while the other hand is firmly resting on her hip.  My body moves faster than my mind and takes the lead.

"You're coat is right there, sweetheart." I say into her ear.

I can feel the curve of her round ass as I am still pressed into her. My hands glide down her back and rest on her hips. If only I could have you like this. In this very position. The things I would do to you. She slightly grinds her ass into me before reaching for the leather coat. What kind of game is she playing here? I slam into her.

She turns on her heels to look at me. I am equally surprised at myself as well. I know I ruined my chances with her. She's as still as the wind as she stares at me. Dana's face is a blankness red expression, I can't tell if she's blushing or upset. I thought that was what she wanted.

"Aha," she dryly laughs, "you don't believe in personal space?" Her voice is soft as she puts some space between us. Dana's eyes wander everywhere else but to mine and it bothers me, for reasons I can't explain. Her body shivers as a gust of wind blow past us.

"Here, why don't you take my coat . . . it's a lot warmer than yours." I say, snatching my coat off of my shoulders and onto her in a matter of seconds. Her smile is warm and subtle as she makes her way across the street.