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flattered, and in the end she was a mixture of both, feeling both piqued and annoyed. The doctor, it seemed, saw the effect he had had on her as clearly as she felt it.
She didn’t dress up this time. She had felt too silly last time. She wore jeans and a t-shirt and applied minimal makeup. If he wanted me before, in my best, let’s see if he wants me now. Let’s see what sort of man he really is. She looked at herself once in the mirror, noting the redness of her eyes and the slight bags of her tired-looking face. She hadn’t been sleeping well at all this past week, mainly due to the doctor. Simone had asked if she was ill, and Charlotte had not been able to stop the slight smile that came to her face.
Ill indeed, she thought as she left her apartment.
****
Here again. The office was plain: no posters or pictures on the walls. There were no family photographs. Elliot Sanderson, she knew, had been married once but had divorced. Charlotte had been married once, too, and had divorced. At first, she thought that marriage had not been for her. But as she grew older, and grew away from the marriage, she realized that it had been Michael who had not been for her. He had been too needy, too dependent. He had resented the fact that she had her own career and her own life. When he cheated on her it was a mercy, in many ways. She would never admit it, but she was glad. The blame was away from her; he was the villain. She didn’t feel bad filing the divorce papers.
Elliot Sanderson was staring at her again. This time, she returned his gaze unflinchingly. She had to know who he was, what he was: what sort of man he was. She had to know because she wanted to accept his offer of dinner, and she couldn’t do that if he was a bad person.
It didn’t seem like he was going to say anything. Fine, Charlotte thought.
“I’m not ill,” she said. “I needed to talk with you. You asked me to dinner with you last time I was here. I need to know; do you ask a lot of your female patients that? And don’t lie to me. If you lie to me, I’ll never talk to you again.”
“Why do you imagine I care about you?” the doctor said, in a calm, unreadable voice.
Good question. “Because you wanted me to return. Your receptionist was told, by you, to redirect me to you specifically.”
He shrugged. “Okay, so I want you. But I am also offended by how you reacted last time you were in here. If I speak to you frankly now, will you listen?”
She nodded.
He leaned forward. “I have never asked a patient to be romantic with me. I never would. At least, that’s what I thought. But when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And I didn’t care that you were my patient. I wanted to take you to dinner, and I still do. The fact that you’re my patient does not change that. I want to take you to dinner. That is all.”
“That is all?”
“For now, yes.” His forest-green eyes seemed to twinkle in the midday sun. “Why, do you wish more?”
She hadn’t expected the question. She shrugged, and then let out an odd coughing noise. “I’m not—sure,” she managed, as images of this more whirred through her suddenly depraved mind. Doctor Elliot, taking her right here, his strong hands over her, his lips on her breasts… No, that is not what I want..! Or do I?
“Then come to dinner with me,” he said, his gaze never leaving her.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, and then decided that she wanted to do it. “Yes,” she breathed, and then rose to her feet. “Call me with details.”
“I will,” he said.
She spun on her heels and paced from the office, feeling his eyes on the back of her neck, almost as though his gaze burned into her. Even the stifling heat of the car was a respite from that burning gaze.
****
Doctor Sanderson was true to his word. Soon after their meeting in the doctor’s office she received a voicemail telling her to meet him at the clinic two nights from now. She doubted that their date was to take place at
She didn’t dress up this time. She had felt too silly last time. She wore jeans and a t-shirt and applied minimal makeup. If he wanted me before, in my best, let’s see if he wants me now. Let’s see what sort of man he really is. She looked at herself once in the mirror, noting the redness of her eyes and the slight bags of her tired-looking face. She hadn’t been sleeping well at all this past week, mainly due to the doctor. Simone had asked if she was ill, and Charlotte had not been able to stop the slight smile that came to her face.
Ill indeed, she thought as she left her apartment.
****
Here again. The office was plain: no posters or pictures on the walls. There were no family photographs. Elliot Sanderson, she knew, had been married once but had divorced. Charlotte had been married once, too, and had divorced. At first, she thought that marriage had not been for her. But as she grew older, and grew away from the marriage, she realized that it had been Michael who had not been for her. He had been too needy, too dependent. He had resented the fact that she had her own career and her own life. When he cheated on her it was a mercy, in many ways. She would never admit it, but she was glad. The blame was away from her; he was the villain. She didn’t feel bad filing the divorce papers.
Elliot Sanderson was staring at her again. This time, she returned his gaze unflinchingly. She had to know who he was, what he was: what sort of man he was. She had to know because she wanted to accept his offer of dinner, and she couldn’t do that if he was a bad person.
It didn’t seem like he was going to say anything. Fine, Charlotte thought.
“I’m not ill,” she said. “I needed to talk with you. You asked me to dinner with you last time I was here. I need to know; do you ask a lot of your female patients that? And don’t lie to me. If you lie to me, I’ll never talk to you again.”
“Why do you imagine I care about you?” the doctor said, in a calm, unreadable voice.
Good question. “Because you wanted me to return. Your receptionist was told, by you, to redirect me to you specifically.”
He shrugged. “Okay, so I want you. But I am also offended by how you reacted last time you were in here. If I speak to you frankly now, will you listen?”
She nodded.
He leaned forward. “I have never asked a patient to be romantic with me. I never would. At least, that’s what I thought. But when I saw you, I knew I had to have you. And I didn’t care that you were my patient. I wanted to take you to dinner, and I still do. The fact that you’re my patient does not change that. I want to take you to dinner. That is all.”
“That is all?”
“For now, yes.” His forest-green eyes seemed to twinkle in the midday sun. “Why, do you wish more?”
She hadn’t expected the question. She shrugged, and then let out an odd coughing noise. “I’m not—sure,” she managed, as images of this more whirred through her suddenly depraved mind. Doctor Elliot, taking her right here, his strong hands over her, his lips on her breasts… No, that is not what I want..! Or do I?
“Then come to dinner with me,” he said, his gaze never leaving her.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, and then decided that she wanted to do it. “Yes,” she breathed, and then rose to her feet. “Call me with details.”
“I will,” he said.
She spun on her heels and paced from the office, feeling his eyes on the back of her neck, almost as though his gaze burned into her. Even the stifling heat of the car was a respite from that burning gaze.
****
Doctor Sanderson was true to his word. Soon after their meeting in the doctor’s office she received a voicemail telling her to meet him at the clinic two nights from now. She doubted that their date was to take place at
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