by JB Duvane
"Emily ..." she said again, quietly.
"What?" I asked, more exasperated than anything. I turned to look at her, hoping for just a shred of decency. I was willing to give her one last chance.
"Give me your house key," she said sweetly, flashing me a smug, boozy grin. "I don't want to see your face in my house again."
I set down my suitcase, and stared her in the eye. "Fuck you," I nearly whispered, calmly and quietly with tears streaming down my cheeks.
2
Funeral (Max)
I walked toward a small group, men and women dressed in black, who were surrounding a young lady with her back to me. I knew who it was the minute I walked in the door and made my way across the room through the crowd of mourners.
"Emily, please let us know if there's anything we can do for you," said one of the women in the group. "I can't stand the thought of you in this big, dark house all alone now."
I waited until there was a pause in the condolences, then moved up behind her. The scent of her hair and her perfume reminded me so much of her mother it made my head spin. But there was an essence underneath those man-made fragrances that was all her own, and it filled me with lust.
"Emily," I said as I gently touched her back. She turned around and I was rendered speechless by her beauty, and by how much she looked like her mother. She had every quality I had ever been dazzled by in Amelia, but Emily was much more striking. Everything about Amelia’s daughter had matured in the three years since I had seen her last; her eyes had brightened and seemed larger, her cheeks had lost the fullness of youth and hollowed below the cheekbones, and her lips were much fuller than I had remembered. And now that she was on the verge of womanhood her curves were much more apparent.
When I saw her eyes light up at the sight of me I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. But I had to stop myself from running my hand around the back of her head, removing the pin that held her hair in a perfect twist and pulling her lips to mine. I could feel blood pulsate through my body as Emily’s breath lingered on my ear and her scent surrounded me.
"Dr. Devereaux, I'm so glad you could make it today. I know my mother would be very touched that you came."
She looked up at me with so much adoration in her eyes I almost had to loosen my tie.
"Please, Emily … call me Max," I said with a smile as I gazed down into her deep green eyes.
"Okay, Dr. Max," she said with a playful smile. She quickly looked down but I caught a glimpse of her flushed face and the almost imperceptible twist of one foot back and forth underneath her. When she looked back up I saw a flash of her age and inexperience, but she was careful to hide it well. She was putting on the grown woman act, but that's what made her so irresistible to me.
Her eyes were almost screaming take care of me under all of the formal clothing and the makeup and hairdo; superficial things that were all adding a good ten years to her appearance right now. But underneath it all I knew she was just a scared little girl, and the thought of what that could mean filled me with another surge of craving that almost had me packing her over my shoulder and into the nearest empty room.
"How are you doing, Emily? I was so sorry to hear about your mother's death."
She looked up at me with a hint of sadness—and maybe even a little bit of fear—before her eyes fell to the ground again.
"I'm doing ok. I'd only been back from school for a week before … well, before it happened. It was so sudden, and so horrible.” A look of sadness swept over her face again and it was all I could do to keep my hands at my sides.
“I can only imagine. Are you managing okay?”
“This house is so big. It’s been a little overwhelming being in charge of such a massive property even though it’s only been mine for a little over a week. If something were to go wrong I'm not sure who I would even call."
"Yes, I know how big this house is. I’ve been here many times.” I looked around at the mahogany trim and grand staircase that swept up to the second floor, and the banister that ran along the second floor landing. I remembered so many moments behind those closed doors. One in particular filled my mind’s eye as I gazed down at Emily.
“Yes, I remember.” A knowing look crept into her eyes and I had the feeling that she was picturing the exact same moment as I was. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I wanted to think that we had shared something special that night—all those years ago.
I couldn’t breathe for a moment, so I looked away and cleared my throat, pretending to take in the art on the walls. I was surprised at the effect she was having on me, especially so soon after Amelia’s death. I hadn’t come here to flirt with Emily at all, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to seeing her.
“I told your mother many times that she should downsize now that it was just her rambling around all these empty rooms while you were away at school.”
The downstairs living area was enormous and was just one of many rooms that haunted my memories on the main floor. Its grand size suited the funeral reception well, since it was clear that Amelia Newhart had been a well-loved woman. Many of her personal and business acquaintances were in attendance, but I worried that Emily would be here all alone after the guests were gone.
"Do you have anyone staying here with you?”
“No, it’s just me. The housekeeper comes a few times a week, but I rarely see her.”
“Don’t you have any nearby friends? Surely you're not too old for slumber parties." I grinned, letting her know I was joking. I said to myself that I was trying to lighten the mood a little and make her more comfortable, but I was starting to feel like the one that needed to relax. What I needed was a drink. I looked around the room and spotted the bar.
“Not anymore. None of the girls from my school live anywhere near here. I had some friends when I was younger but I haven’t really kept in touch lately. I’ve been meaning to but since everything that happened … well. Anyway, I don't know why my mother chose a private school in another state but it didn’t do much for my social life.”
“I hear Miss Potter’s is one of the best. It has an excellent reputation for college acceptance. I’m sure your mother wanted to make sure you had every advantage possible.”
“I’m not so sure that was the reason she sent me away.” A smile slowly curled up at the corners of her perfect lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. After they darted around the room a bit, Emily’s eyes met mine and I saw that same lost look that had stirred something inside me earlier. I took her arm and steered her across the room over to the bar.
I had an impulse to ask about a boyfriend, but I wasn’t sure if that would come off as creepy. I hadn't noticed anyone hanging around her at the funeral. Surely, if she were seeing anyone that was worth a damn, he'd be here supporting her at a time like this. But after I thought about it for a moment I really didn’t care if she were seeing anyone. If she was, it wasn't going to last for long. I would see to that.
I honestly couldn’t see how a girl like Emily didn’t have an army of boys following her around at all times. Maybe she really was just that sheltered at the school. I had to admit, the thought that Emily was an untouched woman made my cock involuntarily twitch in my trousers, and I had to adjust my posture in such a way to make sure my arousal was imperceptible.
We made our way over to the corner of the room where an enormous amount of food was laid out on a long table. I left Emily there for a moment while I walked to the bar and grabbed two glasses of wine. As I approached her I noticed that she was staring down at the table of trays of cold cuts interspersed with wedges of cheese and piles of bite sized fruit, but hadn't touched a thing.
“Would you like something to eat?” I asked as I handed her a glass.
“No, I’m fine, Dr … I mean … Max. I haven’t been very hungry.”
"Are you sure you’re okay? Would you like to sit down?"
"No, really, Max, I'm fine. I was just listening to what those women over th
ere were saying. Is it true? Do you think I look just like her?" she asked, looking up into my eyes with furrowed brows and a sincerity that melted my heart. She seemed so lost and sad and all I wanted to do at that moment was wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her soft hair, but this was definitely not the place. There would be time enough for that later. I would make sure of it.
"Yes, you do. There are slight differences, of course, but it is astounding how much you look like your mother. Especially when she was closer to your age."
"How long did you know her, Max?"
"Your mother became a patient of mine about eight years ago, when you were just a little girl."
"But she was more than a patient to you, wasn't she?" Emily asked with a faraway stare that was still focused on a spot just over the food on the table in front of her.
As I gently pulled her arm to an empty corner of the room I couldn’t help playing that moment over in my head. I will never forget that image of a young girl standing in the shadowy hall outside of Amelia's bedroom, with long blonde hair hanging loose around shoulders that were bare underneath a sleeveless white nightgown. That was a couple years ago, when she had just started to blossom into early womanhood, and if my calculations were correct that made Emily eighteen years old now.
"Yes, Emily, your mother meant a lot to me." I reached up and moved a strand of hair out of her eye. She looked up at me, her face almost close enough for me to kiss without moving a muscle. I hovered over her for a moment, staring into her dark eyes, then took a step backward, and quickly looked around the room to see if anyone was watching us. As I tilted the wine glass and emptied it in one swallow, I watched her catch her breath out of the corner of my eye. Her gaze was fixed on mine and her lips were parted, silently asking me to fill the space between them with my tongue.
“Did you love her?" her eyes widened and her brow lifted as she waited for the answer.
I looked around the room and noticed a few people within earshot, then set down my wine glass, adjusted my tie slightly, and turned back to Emily.
"I'm not sure if this is the place to discuss your mother's and my relationship. We can make arrangements to meet later and talk, if you'd like. In fact, I would love for you to come see me, Emily. If you need to talk about anything at all—your mother’s death, the estate, anything—please call me," I said, taking her hand and placing my card into it. She smiled as she looked down at the small piece of paper in her hand.
“Are you going to be my shrink now, Dr. Max?" she asked, looking up at me with a mischievous smile, then biting her lower lip. Oh, she was good. I wasn’t about to play my hand yet, though. I wanted to keep her guessing a little while longer.
"You can call my office and make an appointment with my receptionist, or we can meet after hours, it's up to you. I know how hard a loss like this can be, and I'd like to help you in any way I can."
"Emily! Darling, how are you?" An older woman with a black veil covering her eyes pushed in between the two of us and kissing the air on either side of Emily’s face. "I'm so sorry for your loss, dear. Is there anything I can do for you? I've arranged for a food basket to be sent over from one of those specialty markets that Amelia loved so much. But I'd be more than happy to have one of your cousins come over and stay with you for a while. I just abhor the thought of you here all alone, darling."
"Thank you Aunt Leona, but I'm fine, really. I don't mind being here alone. It's my home and I'm comfortable here. I appreciate your concern though. Do you know Dr. Devereaux?“
The woman turned her attention to me and held out her hand. “Doctor?” she asked with a smile curling up in the corner of her mouth.
“Maximilian Devereaux,” I said, taking her limp hand and attempting to shake it. “I was Amelia’s psychiatrist.”
“Oh, yes. Well, I’m sure you had your hands full.” She eyed me up and down, then looked back at Emily. “Call me if you need anything, darling.” She looked at me one more time, then Emily and I watched her as she drifted off into a group of chatting women, leaving a cloud of powdery sweetness in the air.
"Is that one of your mother's sisters?" I asked. I had never seen or heard of her before.
"No, that's my father's sister. She lives a few hours from here.”
It suddenly struck me that Richard wasn’t at the reception. “Is your father here?”
“No.” That was all she said, and with no additional information offered I thought it best to leave it at that.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay here all by yourself? This place really is too big for one person. You could get lost in here," I said as I moved in a little closer to Emily again. She ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass and smiled as she glanced behind me up to the second floor landing.
"I've never gotten lost in this house, Max. Not even when I was a young girl. I always knew exactly where I was, even when my mother didn't."
Her eyes fixed on mine as she set her wine glass down. I was speechless. She had to be referring to that night. My attention was completely focused on the gap between those perfect lips of hers. All I wanted to do in that moment was pull her body to mine and devour them.
"So do you only see patients at your office? Or do you see them at your house as well?" Her eyes darted away when she tacked on that last part of the question, obviously making an effort to appear casual but not succeeding. I could read her like a book. I wanted to devour her right then and there. I knew she was playing a game with me, and that she'd been playing it for years.
In the few times I had seen her since she had disappeared to that private school, I knew exactly what her eyes were telling me. Those sexy, dark eyes that drew me in and grew darker and blacker the longer she stared at me. Eyes that knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it, but were tinged with a faraway look that bordered on fear. The combination was irresistible to me and made me want to hold her and protect her from her own fears. But it also made me want to be everything that she feared. What I wanted was to own her. I wanted her to belong to me. But this was going to have to go my way.
"I do see patients in my home from time to time, but it would be better if we had some sessions in my office first, so we could get a bit more acquainted. I'd like to get to know more about you—your past and the things that might be issues for you right now. Is that something that you'd be interested in? Of course I wouldn't charge you. You're like a part of the family to me and I'd be more than happy to see you for as long as you feel is necessary."
Emily looked a little disappointed as she stared off into the distance behind me. When she turned her eyes back to me to respond, she didn't seem as open, as flirty and friendly as she had moments before. Apparently, I had put her off by giving her the full doctor persona. That was the way it needed to be right now, though. I was in charge, and I intended to remain in charge of how things progressed between us.
"What things in my past do you think I need to discuss with you, Max?" she moved her faraway gaze back to me and focused intently on my eyes. "Is there something you already know about? Did my mother tell you something about me?"
I smiled slightly as I thought about all of the things her mother had told me. How the more she talked about her daughter and her apparent issues with the men who surrounded her—as she went through the awkward stage of not a girl anymore to not quite a woman—made her more and more intriguing to me. Emily was a puzzle I wanted to immerse myself in until I figured out every last thing about her.
"Your mother told me many things, Emily. We saw each other at least once a week for eight years. There were times when she was very worried about you, and times when she just needed some advice. Raising a teenage girl isn't my field of expertise, but I believe I did manage to help her make some good decisions."
"Decisions regarding what? Why on earth would she need your advice with me?" she moved closer to me and I could feel the energy coming off of her in waves. She was getting uncomfortably close to attracting the attention of everyone in t
he room and even though her behavior concerned me—as I had no interest in the people in this room knowing my business—it also made me crazy with desire. I wanted to throw her over my lap and spank the living daylights out of her while plunging my fingers deep inside her wet pussy.
"Emily. I am much more interested in what you have to tell me. And I would much rather do that in the privacy of my office than in front of all these people. I would love to talk to you about anything that’s on your mind, but I prefer to keep my conversations confidential, and I don't see any way of achieving that in this room."
It was a fine line I was walking, but I knew how to handle a girl like her. She would do what I said and would be putty in my hands by the end of the week.
"You're right Max. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you. I think I'm just going through a lot right now and I'm not quite myself, you know? But as a matter of fact, I would like someone to talk to. I would very much like to come see you," she said with an air of finality as she looked up at me, a sweet smile lighting up her eyes.
"Don't worry about a thing. You're not embarrassing me at all. I look forward to hearing from you, and in the meantime, if there is anything I can do for you … anything … please call me."
3
First Appointment (Emily)
A cool breeze blew across my bare legs, almost flipping my short, summer skirt up, as I walked along the downtown streets on my way to Max's office. I held my hands down over my hips to keep my clothing intact, as I hadn't worn anything underneath. This was a bold move, even for me, but lately I just didn't have the same inhibitions that I used to have. Especially where Max was concerned.