The Psychiatrist

"Ms Ambrose, I do believe you're flirting with me." He smirked.

I sucked my teeth and resisted the urge to glare at him as he leaned forward on his chair. I gritted my teeth.

"Sir, I just asked you what your favorite color was."

Heath Ambrose. The only Psychiatrist that's not drooling over her clients. Maybe, it had to do with the fact that her clients are nothing out of the ordinary. Until Avery Shaw and Rex Thorn enters her life.