Therapy gone wrong

"come with me" Donald, the old man from the other day said to her. She gave him a slight nod and he left to call Xavier.

Rachael while seated, joined her sweaty shaky hands together to help with the apprehension she acquired the moment she trudged into his house. This was the third time she was here but still didn't change the nervousness that frequently emerged. Her hands instantaneously adjusted her hair, tucking it behind her ear and also her black dress.

The sound of footsteps from the stairs, halted her actions as she sat up, waiting for him to show up. He came into view, dressed in a blue tuxedo and red bow. Rachael was stunned. The first reason for her reaction was how insanely attractive he looked. Everything about him emitted perfection_ the way he walked, even his aura. The second reason was how overly dressed he was for a meeting with her. Probably he wasn't ready for "therapy" today and was going somewhere instead.

"I didn't expect you to show up so early" his voice echoe