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Oscar finalized the last report and noticed that it was late. Yes, he had noticed as the rest of the staff trickled out for the night, but he now realized at 7:43 pm, it was probably time to finally go home. He had been working a lot — starting early and leaving late — avoiding going home to his empty townhouse that he now just shared with the cat. “Our new place won’t allow pets,” his ex Lucy said as she finished packing the rest of her things into the back of the new guy’s truck.
He began to shut down his computer and straighten his desk up. He had a few consultations in the morning but the remainder of his day tomorrow was open. Before he left for the night, he needed to hit the restroom after his third cup of coffee.
Down the hall past the restrooms, he noticed a light coming from the office at the end. It belonged to the new therapist who was working at the clinic as a visiting doctor. She was conducting a study with another one of the therapists, Dr. Ulrich, but he hadn’t paid much attention to the subject. He briefly met her on her first day when Ulrich was doing the whole dog and pony show routine, but other than passing each other in the kitchenette and offering up a polite “hello”, he hadn’t really talked to her. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure he remembered her name.
He walked into the restroom and while he attended to things, he tried to remember her name, starting at the beginning of the alphabet: was it A? Did it start with a B? It was C something… Callie? No, Calista. Dr. Calista Norris. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember what she looked like: dark hair, average build, dark eyes, remnants of a southern accent. She seemed to wear blacks and grey and white a lot. “What the hell,” he said to himself looking in the mirror as he washed his hands, “just see if she’s there.”
Her door was cracked open, so he gave it a quick knock before he walked in. “Dr. Norris?”
“Yes?” She looked up from her desk, slightly frazzled but managed to smile.
“Listen, I was about to head out, looks like you’ve probably hit the wall for the night. Do you want to grab some dinner?” The invitation left his lips before he could consider what he had just done. Great - you probably seem like a creeper right now.
“Wow, that’d be great. I should probably pretend to be a human once in a while, huh.” Calista gave her desk quick look-over. “Um, give me about ten minutes to tidy this disaster up and I’ll meet you by the receptionist desk?”
“Great,” Oscar was surprised how simple this had gone.
“And you have to pick,” she said as he walked towards the door, “Someplace I wouldn’t know about.”
“Deal.” Oscar made his way back to his office, realizing the pressure was on now. His mind started stirring, trying to think of a nice place for dinner. He eliminated all the restaurants around the office and the hotel and came up with a list of three - she could help make the final selection.
“So,” he said as he opened the door for her to leave the clinic, “I’ve narrowed it down to three.”
“No, you were supposed to pick,” Calista playfully protested as she finished pulling her gloves on.
“Well, I didn’t know if you were sick of anything in particular.”
“Continental breakfasts for starters,” she replied as they reached his car.
Oscar was careful about his response — his sarcasm could get him in trouble with his initial comeback about breakfast. “There’s a great Asian restaurant about twenty minutes from here or if you’re up for a dive, my local has a little bit of everything. It's not fine dining, but…”
“A burger at a bar sounds perfect, to be honest,” she said as he opened her door.
On the drive over, Oscar tried to guess how old she was — maybe around 30? She hadn’t mentioned a significant other, which worried him a bit.
She laughed to herself, “Nope. That’s the not so fun side of being a therapist — when you fight with your husband, he always thinks you’re practicing on him.” She turned to Oscar, “I’m no miracle worker, I never would’ve been able to fix that mess.”
He laughed — she seemed to have a similar sense of humor to his. “How long were you married, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“We met in college, married while were in med school — he’s an orthodontist — and stayed together until his father retired and he took over the family practice. When you’re the boss, you can hire new people. So about seven years.”
“You’ve got a good sense of humor about it.”
Calista looked ahead through the windshield, “Sarcasm is a good coping mechanism. Cheaper than alcohol too.” She paused, “what about you?”
“Serial dater. I’ve managed to have four different live-in girlfriends. The last one left about two months ago.” Oscar slowed down and pulled his car into an open spot in front of a pub with several neon signs in the high windows. “Prepare to be underwhelmed.”
They walked in and found a booth along the back wall. “They actually have a decent wine selection here,” he said as they were both reading the menus.
After the waitress came by and took their order, Oscar studied her while she finished up a couple e-mails on her cell phone. Her fingernails were short, painted the same burgundy color of her lip gloss. Her hair was down, hanging just below her shoulders. Oscar knew he was definitely checking her out when he started to look at her chest.
“Okay,” she sighed tucking her phone into her purse and turning her attention to him. “So what do you do at the clinic? I know they told me when they were introducing me to everyone, but those first two days were a blur.”
“Accounting, very forgettable.”
“Stop. Besides, you have all the control if you really think about it. If we wanted to extend the study, I’d have to find a way to get extra funding out of you, right?” Calista smiled as she took a sip of her wine.
“I’m in control? Ha - don’t let all those doctors hear you. They’re all under the impression they rule the universe.” He began to play with the silverware wrapped in a paper napkin, spinning it around. He was trying to distract himself from what he was thinking about — was she flirting with him?
She leaned back against the booth and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Kind of an old boys club, huh?”
“Are you including Dr. Griffin?”
Calista laughed, “Oh dear god is she a battle axe or what? Oh, and whats with the receptionist?”
They continued with shop talk during their meal with Calista noting that this was probably the best way to learn about an office rather than the awkward lunches for the last two weeks she’d been subjected to with different staff members. “I appreciate the lack of over-professionalism right now,” she said, finishing her second glass of wine. “I just appreciate talking to someone normally to be honest.”
“I know what you mean,” Oscar agreed, handing the waitress his credit card with the bill. “The cat just ignores me.”
“Didn’t you say you were a serial dater?” Calista leaned forward, her gaze into his eye a little more intense.
“Are you analyzing me, Dr. Norris?” He felt a playful smile crawl across his face.
“Look,” Calista sighed, “I’m just trying to figure out why a serial dater, genuinely nice man with a good sense of humor has his crap together, and is good looking…”
“I’m good looking?”
His retort caught her off guard. “This is why you don’t drink at night with co-workers. What I’m saying is…”
“A guy my age must have some backstory? Some damage?” While he wasn’t being defensive, he knew that's how his tone sounded. The evening had started well and was now a complete dud.
Calista took a cab back to her hotel and Oscar rambled back to his place, pissed how he turned the whole night to shit. He laid in bed, struggling to sleep while he replayed the evening in his head, broken up by fantasizing about her.
The next morning, Oscar walked into his office to find Calista sitting across from his desk. They exchanged a couple of uncomfortable “good mornings” before she apologized. “I just wanted to say I was sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”
He took his coat off and hung it on the back of the door, then made his way to the edge of his desk across from her and leaned against it. “I wasn’t mad, I guess we don’t know each other well enough for me to be that way, or have that tone in my voice.”
“Well, I took it the wrong way and then being stressed out didn’t help.” Calista stood up and extended her hand. “I just wanted to apologize, I don’t want things to be awkward.”
Oscar looked down at her hand and then stood up, leaving not even a foot between them. He caught a whiff of her perfume and noticed just the hint of cleavage in the middle of her v-neck sweater. Instead of taking her hand, he put his hand on her waist and gently pulled her against his body. He held her there for a few minutes — she didn’t move — he took a chance and lowered his head and kissed her softly. Calista wrapped her hands around his arms just below his shoulders and he felt her tongue as she parted her lips.
He lowered his hand to the small of her back and felt the zipper at the top of her skirt and began to lower it down the middle of her ass. She wasn’t resisting and he wasn’t sure how far to push this.
She pulled away from the kiss, caught her breath, and asked him to close the door to his office. He obeyed and made sure the blinds on the windows were closed too. When Oscar turned around, She was standing in just her black panties and bra.
Loosening his tie as he walked back across the room, he stopped just in her reach, half waiting to see how much he could get away with and half teasing her to make the next move.
“We probably don’t have a lot of time,” she said, “So whatever can get us off with the least amount of damage is probably the best move here.”
Oscar took her hand and sat her on his desk, right in front of where he sat. He sat in his chair and finished taking his shirt off. He rolled up to the desk and slipped a finger underneath her panties. Warm and wet, he started to tease her clit. Calista gripped the edge of the desk, her body getting rigid. A breathy moan escaped her open mouth.
He was getting harder with every twitch, every moan. And she was right, they didn’t have a lot of time. Oscar reluctantly pulled his finger from her hungry pussy and stood up from his chair. She watched him unfasten his belt and lower his pants and then his boxers. He stepped closer, grabbed Calista by the waist and pulled her against him. She reached between them and guided his cock to her opening and pushed him in, but Oscar pushed himself the rest of the way — all the way — inside of her. They both began to writhe against each other. She grew wetter and he could feel her inner core tightening around his member.
“I’m trying to be quiet, but you’re killing me,” he growled in her ear before he started to kiss her neck like his life depended on it. When she wrapped her legs around him, that was the last straw. He began to pump harder, feeling her hands gripping his shoulders. But he could feel her coming, and he wasn’t far behind. Her arms stretched out around his neck and she pulled herself right up against him. “Oh God,” she moaned, riding the final wave. That was all he needed to follow, unloading deep inside her.
They remained wrapped around each other, trying to catch their breath and lower their heart rates to carry on with the rest of the day. She loosened her grip enough to pull face to face with him. “Well, I’ll never be able to concentrate here at work now.” She leaned back on the desk. “Dinner tonight?”
Oscar laughed, “Better make it lunch.”
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