Then, I pull my cell from my pocket and dial. I let myself out the door at the bottom that takes me out to the street.īreathing in the crisp, cool air, I run a hand through my hair. Turning, I hear the door close behind me, and I jog down the stairs. “Anything you tell me never leaves this room. “This can’t get into the press,” I tell her.įrom the other side, she smiles at me. She holds the door open for me, allowing me to pass through. Most people prefer anonymity-as I imagine you would.” “I always have my patients leave through this door than the one they came in as I usually have another patient waiting to see me. She’s heading to a different door than the one I entered. I follow her to the door, watching her ass sway as she moves. “So, I’ll see you in a few days, Leandro, and we can get started on getting you back on that racetrack.” We book them in batches for intensive treatments.” “Sadie, my receptionist, will be in touch with you tomorrow to schedule your appointments. “Good.” She presses her hands together in a clap and rises from her seat. I flex my fingers from the fist they were curled into. I’ll need to see you at least three times a week. I like a challenge.” Her lips lift into a soft smile, making me smile.
“Impossible?” The weak part of me wants her to say yes, so my coward has a way out. She puts her notepad and pen on the table as she glances at the calendar on the wall, which is currently on the month of November. “I have to be back on the track by January, mid-January at the very latest, to allow me to prepare for the start of the Prix in March.” “Is there anything else you want to talk about before we end this session? Anything you feel I should know?” I know what I’d rather do in sixty minutes with her, and it doesn’t involve a lot of talking.īut she’s the best, and I need to get better. The next time, we’ll have a full hour to talk.” Her red lips are slightly parted, and all I can think of doing is smearing that lipstick all over her mouth as I kiss it. We’ll shelf that…for now.” She puts her pen down on the paper on her lap and looks at me.
“I might have problems, but that’s not one of them.” I know a great group that deals with substance-”
“Still, I’d recommend seeing someone about the drinking. “It doesn’t make me feel anything.” Not that anything makes me feel anymore. “The thought of not drinking again-how does that make you feel?”
0 kommentar(er)
