I shifted in my chair, tugging my dress down, trying to keep my knees covered. I stole a glance at the receptionist, who was occupied typing. I breathed a sigh of relief. I heard the lobby door open and straightened up. James stood in the doorway, grinning coyly. I smiled back, grabbed my purse, and rose slowly from the chair. I walked ahead of James once more toward the last room in the hallway, but I felt his hand grasp my arm gently but firmly. I turned to him.
“We’re in here today.”
I looked up and saw the number four just to the right of the doorway. We were sandwiched between two treatment rooms today. I stepped into the room, set my purse on the bench, heard the door close, and turned around. As I turned, I opened my mouth to say something only to find James’s lips suddenly on mine. I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss. He broke it off after too short a moment.
“I think I’ll start you face up today,” he said winking, and then opened the door and slipped out to the hallway.