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Unlocking the door to my apartment, fatigued I let out a deep sigh stepping inside switching on the lights to my beautiful condo. My home.

Locking back up dropping my tote chanel bag on the table walking farther in my home with an aim towards the fridge, pulling it open my eyes scans for something to quench the undying hunger and thirst. Luckily, I found leftover chicken breast and salad and my favorite red wine. Shrugging my jacket off placing it on the counter moving to the microwave heating up my dinner an exhausting sigh falls out of my lips again groaning this time cranking my neck to the sides before loosing the scarf on my neck letting it fall free.

Ding*

Moving my food to the island fixing my butt on a stool, I began eating all the same checking my emails and bookings trying to not think of the Russian killer who was in my office; well successfully I pushed him at the back of my head eating without any thought or imagines, cleaned the dishes and moved to the room taking off my clothes till I got in the shower naked; or so I thought. As the water falls down on me, cascading down my hair to my feet, he came back like a bug you can't get rid of.

I could see those sharp green eyes calling me, drawing me in a deep trance, beckoning for my answer that I couldn't help but answer. Slowly my hands washing my body begins to trail of its own accord doing things I never thought I would do. It was like I could feel his breath behind my ear, his fingers grips my hair, his lips on my wet skin, his hands running along with the water pouring down but very sensual. Letting out a soft mewl, I allow my imagination lead me on as his hands came to my breasts caressing them like a beautiful piece of art, he moans pulling my back against him with his bulge poking my luscious ass. I cried arching my back one of his hands trails down to my pussylips rubbing my clit, moaning throwing my head back against his shoulder, he whispers something I couldn't make out maybe because I was too engrossed in the feel of his hand rubbing my clit or too good the sensation I got. Spreading my lips wider, two fingers dip deeper and full making its way inside me. I scream out.

"Flower." He whispers.

In shock, my eyes snaps open turning off the shower head off  breathing erratically looking about the bathroom for any sign that wasn't real just to be met with myself and the steaming bathroom. Quickly, I rush out in fear that I may repeat the action once again; I can't believe I touched myself in the shower thinking of a stranger who is my client, never have both happened to me at the same time frame. What is wrong with me?

This man is dangerous, loves the crazy shit of life but still yet, my body hums alive for him. I want him more than anything else and it kills me that few hours without him I'm already a wreck. His crooked smirk, those green eyes playing with the senses of my brain. I'm supposed to be the smart one here, the adult, to understand no fraternising with a client because it puts my career and success in the line. He is like a drug that I'm slowly getting addicted too; maybe, just maybe if I end up fucking him what are the odds I won't want more because I do. And I know men like him does not love but fuck and dump. So what are the odds I can hold him down for my selfish horny mind.

Rosie, I think five years of abstinence is making you act crazy, irrational even.

What scares me most is that that's not it; It is rather the reality I want this man like my next breath.

***

Alarm blares*

Groaning, my hand search for the device on the bedside table even as I'm heavily drowsed in sleep, hitting the machine once found as it stops blaring.

7:00am. It reads.

Yawning, I stretch in a very funny way that if Gina sees me I won't hear the end of it. Laughing at the image of her scolding me, I fixed my feet in my fluffy fendi slippers sauntering to my closet humming a tune, dancing I search for the perfect dress finding a black gown which clings to my curvy form, singing out now sliding to the shoe aisle searching for the perfect shoes till I find a peep toe strap heel which makes my straight legs seem longer. Flinging the items on the bed I went for a quick shower coming out shortly refresh and ready for the day. Sitting in front of the vanity mirror styling my hair into a tight ponytail with tendrils framing my face I snatch my bag from the table walking out of my apartment in high spirit.

Tapping the wheels of my bentley 2019 matte black, I couldn't be more happier pulling in front of my office building. Stepping out, it's not that hard to see the way New York men eyed me lustfully as I climb down of my car walking up the stairs; school boys who drives skateboard blowing me kisses, chuckling amused I throw them a wink strutting past the glass doors and into the building. I wasn't one to hastily walk because I'm my own boss, a successful one at that, no brags. Sashaying is what I do best, sauntering into the building, my gown causing very serious commotion to my audience who paused to take a deep breath looking at the sway of my hips, my sex on feet shoes and my polite smile. Damn! It feels good to know you're beautiful.

Greeting my secretary once I got to my office. A smile on my face."Hello Jeanine."

"Morning Miss Reyes." She replies smiling rushing behind me with her pad like she usually does whenever I get to my office.

"Do I have any call? Meetings?"

"Yes miss Reyes. Your 8:00 is waiting for you in your office." Smiling.

"Ahh, the lovely Mrs Crawford. I perceive a huge progress." Winking at her which she giggles mouthing a joyous yes pumping the air. I laugh out.

"I forwarded all your calls to your office phone and you have a 12:00pm and 2:00pm." She continues getting to a pause at my door.

"Thanks Jeanine. You're a life saver." Pulling the door open. "Mrs Crawford, looking good this morning. What's the secret?" Saying jocular seeing the older hispanic woman sit up kissing my both cheeks.

"Guess I owe it to my therapist."

And my day began with her gracious news about the progress of her quitting her addiction and how much closer it has brought she and her husband together. I couldn't be more happier. Going through my emails till I got distracted by a phonecall.

"Miss Reyes, you have a call on the other line." Jeanine says shortly.

"Thank you Jeanine." Hanging up switching the line. "Hello?"

"Hi Rosie." Shocked.

"Bryan!" Twice in twenty-four hours. "What can I do for you today?" Being polite.

I could picture the smirk on his face that screams perfect but it just isn't like that of my psycho Russian.

Oh my God! Did I just say that?

"Just want to treat a lady to lunch." He finishes having my brows scrunch.

"Lunch?" Looking at the clock to see it's exactly 1:30pm. Time really fondly when you don't pay much attention to it. "Oh my! How time flies." He chuckles.

"So are you busy? Can I see you?"

"Uhhhmmm." Drawling. At the verge of refusal.

"Please Rosie." I want to say no but I don't have the heart to reject his invite and I don't want it to seem like I still harbor ills feeling due to our past because I don't. I am done and over with the past and I believe it should stay that way. As the past.

Smiling. "Okay. Text me location."

"You won't regret it." He hangs up quickly and shortly after my phone chimes with a notification indicating our place of meeting. Not far from the building, just a walk or two besides I need to stretch my legs.

Picking my bag walking out of my office towards the reception where she sits. "Jeanine, do hold all my calls. I'm going for lunch." Her head rise up looking at me.

"Okay ma'am." Saying smartly and rather cheekily causing me to roll my eyes are her. Like I can count how many times I have insisted she calls me by my first name, instead she prefers ma'am or my last name.

Opening the door to the chic restaurant, my eyes scans the room till I see the blonde hair poking from the corner. Smiling, I walk towards him. "Bryan." He turns looking bewildered sizing or assessing me. I just can't tell blushing. Clearing his throat he helps me out of my coat. "Hello, thank you." He rewards me with his infamous grin while slyly trying not to gawk at me sitting in front of him. "Look pretty decent." Taking my gaze away from him to the restaurant complimenting its serenity.

"I can't believe it's been three years." I don't know why a pin prick my eyes and a pinch to my heart. He doesn't even remember.

"Five." I muse boldly.

"Excuse me?"

I corrected. "Five to be exact we last saw each other." He looks uneasy looking anywhere but me scratching the back of his head all but nervous.

"Such a long time."

"Very." Saying dryly.

"But look at you. You changed." Bursting out hysterical lighting the tense air.

"I get that a lot from old school mates."

"Excuse me, I'm Esther and I will be your waiter." The freckled red says. "Here's our menu, what can I get you?" Scanning quickly, we make our orders with her leaving us.

"So how has life been?" He asks.

"Pleasant, shockingly. But tell me mister hot shot. How is Langley treating you?" Of course I did keep tabs on him, not the stalker obsessed kind.

"Not all that bad." He says coyly drumming his fingers on the table.

"Bad. It's the fucking CIA." I whisper scream making him laugh playing secret agent shifting closer saying in whispers looking about for eavesdroppers piquing my interest more.

"Ok just this one time, I'm going undercover for a new mission." I just had to follow his funny act drawing closer for the hot soup.

I knew it!!! Almost screaming it out excitedly. "Oooh." But I refrain, playing it rather cool.

"Sorry, here are your orders."

It wasn't awkward as I thought will be catching up with Bryan. We talked about our jobs, laughed at school memories but never did we delve to relationship which I'm grateful for. He was always the fun friend and still is entertaining me with his jokes till we could not laugh anymore at shared jokes and decided to call it a day.

Walking me to my car pulling the door open like a gentleman, he says. "I missed you Rosie. I hope we get to do this again."

Smiling kissing his chin. I reply. "I miss you too Bryan. I hope so too." Or not. Yes I did miss him but it isn't like the past where feelings got attached, it's more like missing a friend after so long. I just hope he is not expecting more of me after this besides someone else occupies my mind right now and shit!!! I'm one hour late for my 2:00pm. Saying quick goodbyes, hastily I rush to the office cursing myself out.

Passing the reception desk Jeanine gives a knowing look. "I know. I know." I say exasperated rushing towards my door pulling it open. "I'm so sorry Mr Ivanov, something took my time and I promise it won't happen again." Looking apologetic shrugging my coat off revealing my clingy dress his eyes follows me like a hawk but I was too preoccupied with my apology to take notice. "Like I'm not prone to tardiness and I hate myself right now." Sitting down looking at him.

He grins, like he just grins. "Slow down flower." He says.

Snatching my glasses fixing it on my eyes I inquire. "Why do you call me that?"

Titling his head to the side maintaining his grin. "You look like a flower and you smell like one." I hate to admit this but a huge swarm of butterflies just went off in my belly. Biting my lips, I look down at the book in my hand taking notes. Feeling his charming greens on me, I look up abruptly quirking a brow.

Why is he looking at me like that? Is something on my face?

"Is something wrong? What is it?"

"Nothing." Okay.

"Once again I'm really sorry for my tardiness." Sitting upright back to the business at hand. "Tell me, how do you feel when you slit a throat or cause pain to someone?" I watch as a pretty dangerous smile crosses his face groaning and then relaxing on the couch looking up the ceiling.

"It's like a drug, an addictive drug. Too bad for your system at the same time too good to quench the fire it ignites inside of you." Yup, he need serious help. But why am I not scared I'm sitting with a killer in my office? Like the happiness is clearly written all over his face.

"In other words, you are telling me that you are addicted to your love for blood. It gives you a satisfaction that cannot be given by anything else." Noting it down.

"Yes flower." Looking up, I see his eyes already trained on me in his crooked smile. "I believe that is why my brother called a shrink to help me." My body heat up knowing I mistakenly addressed his brother as his father. He notices my embarrassment making his smile grow wider.

Taking my glasses off looking seriously at him who smiles at me in a psychotic grin. He has to know I'm not here for jokes but to help save him from himself. "Shrink puts it deeply. I'm a therapist and I'm here to help you Mr Ivanov; and to do that I need your corporation. Most people get addicted to various things, fight, anger, food even, money, power, sex, you name it. And I have helped them out of that bondage because it is a bondage they themselves don't even realizes." Laughing like a man gone loco.

"So you think you can help me flower?" It is like he taunts me and my capabilities. Like he doubts me mockingly which in fact irks me but I kept my calm.

"I believe I do Mr Ivanov. I just need you to help me and we can figure out something new for you, something healthy that isn't killing or resulting to blood shed."

"Like a new addiction?" Crossing a leg over the other tucking his index under his chin meeting my gaze squarely.

"Not necessarily but yes." He sits out lacing his fingers together looking at me intensely having me swoon at the stretch of his biceps in the dress shirt he wore and matching pants. I could have sworn I saw a glint in his eyes the way he looks at me, like a new....; or maybe I'm wrong.

"What if I have found the new addiction?" Eyeing me lustfully having my breath cut in my throat. "What if it is within my grasp, what will you have me do flower?" Deep eccentric voice says huskily lighting a bonfire in my core. I gulp.

Fuck me.