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it up to me?"
    Seb
scribbled his cell phone number down on a corner of a page and tore it off.
"Here's my private number. I'd love to take you out to dinner, and I hope,
once you've had some time to think, you'll give me a call."
    She
took it without meeting his gaze, her cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
"You're very direct, aren't you?"
    "I
don't know any other way to be. I've seen far too many people miss out on some
wonderful experiences because they are afraid of rejection. I can't live my
life that way, Kerri. If I see something—or someone—I want, I don't hold
back."
    The
blush on her cheeks deepened. "Please don't think I'm not flattered by
your offer, Seb. I am. But this couldn't have come at a worse time. I'm on the
rebound from a bad relationship, and I'm committed to getting help with my
problems."
    "I
know, and it's part of the reason why I tried to ignore my attraction to you.
I'll respect your decision, but there are a couple of things I want you to
consider before you turn me down flat, okay?"
    "Okay."
    "First,
I'm very good at what I do, and I don't just mean in a professional capacity.
Does that seem a little arrogant to you?"
    He
saw a grin pull at the corners of her luscious mouth before she managed to
smother it. "Yeah, just a bit."
    He
laughed. "You're intrigued though, aren't you?"
    "Let's
just say I'm curious to know what you mean."
    "We
are trained to help our patients relax and get in touch with their inner
selves, that much is true. But that's not the only reason I'm good at my job. I
have something most other therapists don't have, as far as I know."
    "Such as?"
    "Such
as an ability to sense what others are thinking and
feeling, just by touching them."   He
saw the doubt in her eyes and ploughed on before she could give it time to take
root. "That makes me a very intuitive lover. You really won't find anyone
better equipped than me to help you get in touch with your sensual self."
    "So,
you've done this for others? Women like me, I mean?"
    "Nope. You're the only
woman I've ever offered to do this for."
    "I
hope you weren't counting on changing my mind. I don't even know what to think
about what you just told me."   Kerri
grabbed her bag from the floor, obviously preparing to leave. "The only
reason I'm not laughing right now is because I'm not entirely sure you aren't a
little bit crazy."
    Sebastian
couldn't help but smile, even though he realized he was probably just
convincing her that he was certifiably insane. "I understand why you might
think that, and I can see you are desperate to get the hell away from me, but
would you do me one favor before you go? Give me your hand."
    When
she hesitated, Seb got up and walked over to the door. He opened it and
returned to his seat, then directed Kerri's attention towards the couple
sitting outside in the waiting area.   
    "If
I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I give you permission to scream
your head off. I'm pretty sure my receptionist and those people waiting out
there will all come running to your aid. All I want you to do is give me your
hand.   After that, I'll let you go
without asking any more of you, I swear."
    Kerri
sighed and stuck out her hand, her impatience evident. He clasped it gently and
tightened his fingers as he felt her involuntary flinch. The first,
unmistakable sensation that came through was skepticism. Seb couldn't blame her
for that, but he needed to make it subside so he could concentrate on something
more important.   Rubbing his thumb across
the back of her hand did the trick. The gentle caress surprised her, and she
tried to pull her hand away, but he kept a firm grip on her. Her gaze locked
with his, and he felt her confusion give way to mild pleasure. She likes me touching her .
    "How
do you feel about me holding your hand?"
    "It's
okay." Her expression told him nothing, but the way her berry colored lips
parted to suck in a quiet, ragged breath told him everything. Her pupils grew
large in her chocolate