“Thank you, Helen,” I said by way of excusing her.

I wanted to have Lilly alone in my office.

“Mrs. Walters, please come in and have a seat,” I said motioning for Lilly to follow me.

I knew she wasn’t a Mrs. but I wanted to see if she would tell me so. Helen hesitated at the door. It wasn’t normal for me to be alone with patients but since we were in my office and not a examination room it was completely appropriate. Even still Helen seemed to hover wondering if she should still be present.

I didn’t wait for her to make up her mind or even respond. Ushering Lilly in, I shut the door tightly behind her and on Helen’s face.

“Please have a seat,” I said again motioning for the one on the other side of my desk.

I was trying to be as professional as possible, but already the desire to touch her again was palpable in my hand.

“It’s just Lilly,” she said as she came to sit across from me.

I took the moment to give her a good look. She seemed just the same as the night eight years ago. I had often wondered as I fantasized over her that I had made her into some perfect creature that didn’t actually exist.

Seeing her sitting now in front of me, I was sure she defiantly did exist and exactly how I had remembered it. Her beautiful curves to her frame and that long thick golden hair was enough to make me want to take her on my desk, no matter who saw it.

I still couldn’t tell, however if she remembered me too. I debated the past few days not telling her who I was. Knowing there might be a child involved, however, had settled that decision for me.

“I have to say something that might sound a little unorthodox,” I finally said sitting back in my own chair.

She looked up at me with those big brown doe eyes. I was almost sure I saw fear.

“We’ve met before,” I said with a wiry smile. “It was years ago. I’m sure you don't remember me….”

“I remember,” she said looking away from me shyly.

My face broke out into a big grin. I couldn’t believe how satisfying it was to know that she had remembered that one encounter as much as I had.

“Did you know right away?” I asked.

“No. It took me a minute. I mean you seemed familiar but it wasn’t until…” her voice trailed off.

I thought back to a few days ago when my hands rubbed over her milky white breast. Had she also come to the realization of who I was at our touch.

“I’m not going to lie, it was probably one of the best nights I ever had,” I said with a wicked smile thinking back on that day eight years ago.

She looked away from me shyly again.

“Are you seeing anyone?” I asked unable to help myself. I had hoped to ease into thing casually but having her here now made me forget all the things I had planned to say.

“No,” she said smiling back at me. It was all together very satisfying to hear.

“Why, do you have an exam coming up?” she added after a beat.

I laughed at the reminder.

“It was a pretty good excuse if I don’t say so myself.”

“I hope you at least passed your tests,” she retorted. “I would hate to think that night was all for nothing.”

“Oh trust me,” I said with a dark hint to my voice, “it wasn’t for nothing to me.”

“Me neither,” she said softly. Then she cleared her throat and shifted in her seat, “But I’m here for test results, Dr. Harris.”

She seemed to want to get back on track with the reason for her visit. She had no idea that I had just called her here to see her again.

“They are fine, actually. And please, call me Barrett.”

“Fine? Then why did I come in,” she seemed relieved to hear the news.

I felt a little stab of guilt for omitting that fact to get her to my office. I hoped I didn't make her worry to much over it.

“I just wanted to see you again. I thought maybe we could go out for drinks or something. Reminisce about old times.”

“I don’t know what reminiscing we could do, it was just one night,” she retorted.

“I could think of a couple different ways,” I said with a wicked gleam in my eyes.

“Doesn’t that go against doctor patient privileges or something?”

I could tell she wasn’t being serious.

“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never asked a patient out before.”

“No?"

I shook my head to confirm the fact.

“I would have to say in my line of work, not many want to go out with their doctor after an exam.”

“But you think I will?” she retorted again.

“Well, we do have a history.”

“I guess we do.”

“So?”

I couldn’t believe how nervous I was waiting for her answer. I didn’t date much but when I did go to bars I rarely heard no. Even if I did, it didn’t bother me much. For the first time, I was really invested in the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

“Okay,” she finally said.

“Tonight then?”

She seemed to think this over. I wondered if she was going to mention her kid. Maybe even just the fact that short notice might be hard with a child back at home. She didn’t though.

“We could go to that club again,” I said trying to encourage her.

“Its no longer there,” she responded. “But tonight should be okay. Maybe somewhere that doesn’t have private rooms though.”

“It’s probably best,” I said sitting back in my chair satisfied with her teasing answer. I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself again if the opportunity arose.