After catching our breath for a couple of minutes, Trina removes herself from my lap. She starts getting redressed, as I dispose of the used condom, and pull my shorts back up.

Picking up her shirt off the floor, I help her to put it back on. “I know you didn’t want to do that here, but you have to admit, it felt good as fuck.”

After her shirt is in place, she slides her shoes back on. Stepping in front of me, she finally responds. “Yes, it did feel good, but I still shouldn’t have done it, and we aren’t making a habit of it.”

Holding up my hands in surrender, I say, “I know, and totally agree, it won’t happen again.”

I try to be serious, but it’s hard to keep the grin off my face.

“I mean it Dallas, I can’t have something like fucking my patients on my record. I’d never be able to get another job. I worked too hard for this, to throw it all away now.” She is almost pleading with me, and it makes me feel terrible for convincing her to agree. In my defense, it didn’t take a lot of persuading though.

Trina told me, not long ago, how she struggled to get her degree. She worked two sometimes three jobs, while going to school, just to make sure she didn’t have a shit ton of student loans to pay. There were plenty of days, of eating just Ramen noodles, but she was finally able to get her degree. This is her passion, what she loves to do, and I totally understand that. I wouldn’t want to be the one to jeopardize any of it.

Taking her in my arms, I hold her to my chest. “I understand, and I would never do anything to cause you to lose your job. It won’t happen again, at least not while I’m your patient.”

I feel her nodding her head against my chest. She lets me hold her for a couple of minutes, before pulling away. “I have to get back out there. You were my last patient for today, but Janice won’t leave her receptionist desk, until I tell her to go home.”

Before she walks to the door, I stop her with a hand on her arm. Turning her to me, I put my hands on her cheeks. “I don’t know if you are feeling regret, fear, or some other shit, because we had sex here, but there’s no reason for any of it. No one has any idea what we were doing in here. I had no ulterior motives for it, other than that I wanted you so badly, I could hardly stand it.”

Finally, I see a little smile spread across her lips. “I know Dallas, I’m just nervous. I know that people are in here all the time so it’s no big deal that we were too, but that doesn’t help my nerves. I also know that you would never use sex with me to get your way. That doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t though.”

I look at her with a questioning look, until her smiles gets bigger and she finally continues. “I had already decided, before you came in today, that I would talk to Dr. Jones, and recommend that he reassess you. It hasn’t been as long for you as regular therapy patients for your injury, but you have come a long way. You are actually doing better right now, than some of them, when they have done the whole length of therapy. I think it helps that you were already in great shape before your accident.”

Shaking my head in disbelief, it’s hard to keep the smile off my face. “You’re pretty sneaky, you know that?”

Trina gives a little shrug, before pulling away from me, and turning to unlock and open the door. “I’ve realized, the only way to keep you on your toes, is to be sneaky. The doctor still has to agree, but I think you’re ready to hit the stage again Big D, and take off your clothes for money.”

I’m momentarily in shock at what she just said, that it takes me a bit to respond. It’s not the sarcasm she used when she made the comment about me taking off my clothes. No, it was that she called me Big D.

She’s already out of the office, and halfway across the therapy room, when I finally get my head out of my ass. “Hold the hell on Trina. What the fuck was that? All this time, you knew who I was and you never said anything?”

She turns back toward me, a big grin on her face. “Of course I knew. How could I forget the man who gave me the best night of my life? I’m not stupid though, you never acted like you remembered who I was, so why would I act like I remembered you? I knew that night, that I was just some random woman that you picked up to have sex with, and I was okay with that. When you first came here, you already had so much on your mind. I was afraid that if I acted like I knew you, you would feel obligated to me in some way. I didn’t want our relationship to start out that way.”

Rushing over to her, I pull her into my arms once again. My lips are on hers in an instant, and it’s not long before I’m flooded with desire. I know that if we don’t stop, I will be dragging her sexy ass right back to that office.

I reluctantly pull away, trying my best to catch my breath. Although I should be pissed, I can understand her reasoning. Even though I have never felt obligated to anyone, I can see why she was afraid I’d feel that way.

“I was right, you are sneaky. I’m going to have to keep a close eye on you.”

Trina laughs, and then the smile leaves her face, a serious look replacing it. “I was afraid you’d be mad when you found out that I’ve known all this time. That’s why I kept delaying saying anything.”

“I was mad at first, that you didn’t know who I was. I just figured you were drunker than I originally thought, or that I wasn’t worth remembering. Which, really, I find that impossible. Then as time went on, it didn’t bother me as much whether you remembered me or not. We made new memories, and although, that night was great, we’ve had plenty more since then. I hope we have a lot more.”

Trina bows her head, trying to hide her face from me. That’s not going to work, not with me. Reaching out, I lift her chin, and raise her eyes to mine. I now see that she was trying to hide the tears, that she’s desperately trying to keep from falling.

A tear slips out, and slides down her cheek, and I wipe it away with my thumb. “Is the thought of being with me so bad, that it makes you cry?”

I get the response that I was hoping for, when she rolls her eyes and lets out a laugh. “Of course not. These aren’t sad tears, they are happy tears, because that’s the way I feel too. Actually, I know it’s ridiculous and too fast, but I’m pretty sure that I’ve fallen in love with you.”

She looks so nervous, and scared. I hate that her feelings for me, causes her to be so cautious. I want her to always feel, like what we have, is a good thing.

“It’s not ridiculous or too fast. There’s no such thing as a certain speed, where the heart is concerned. I never want you to be nervous to tell me how you feel, because I love you too Trina.”

She doesn’t even try to hold back the tears this time, and I give up trying to wipe them away. She throws her arms around my neck, and I hold her close.

When the tears finally fade away, she loosens her grip and takes a step back. I grab her hand as I lead her out of the therapy room. “Now that we’ve gotten all of this out of the way, lets get this place locked up, and go home. I’m ready for supper, and to get you back in my bed.”

“You’re not getting me back into your bed, until you strip for me first. I’m not going to be the only woman in your life that doesn’t get to enjoy watching you. Plus, it will be practice to see if you’re really ready to get back to work.”

I can’t hold back my laugh when I say, “Stripping for you will be my pleasure.”

Trina lets go of my hand to walk around the room and make sure everything is where it’s supposed to be so that she can leave. After making sure everything is fine, she turns to me. “I’m pretty damn lucky, I get to watch you dance and strip, and sleep with you, and I get to do it all for free.”

We both laugh, as we walk out of the therapy room, and head for home.