As soon as we were finished making love, we got dressed, Michael kissed me again and I wanted to repeat the whole episode, but instead I opened my private door and went to my office. Feeling slightly ashamed for just having sex with my boss in his office I can’t help but think about how wonderful his body felt on me and in me. God I am terrible. I started my new job and screwed my boss in the first hour. What is wrong with me? I can’t get enough of him. Well I guess I should pull my head out of the gutter and get some work done after all I am trying to prove myself. After hours of going through pro-bono files one finally caught my eye. The file states that the client’s child was taken away by the father and she needs help getting her daughter back. For the last two years she has been trying to get her daughter back but has no money for a good lawyer. Picking up the phone I decide to call her and hopefully set up meeting. Dialing her number I feel some excitement when a woman answers on the first ring saying, “Hello.” “Hi is Jennifer there?” I asked. “This is she” the woman says. “My name is Susan Travis with the Law offices of Smith and Sellers, and I would like to talk to you about your case.” Jennifer immediately started crying. She told me a little of her story and asked for my help. I told her I would like to meet her in person tomorrow at , she said she would not miss it for the world and thanked me for taking an interest in her case. After hanging up the phone I decided to order the court documents. I should have them in the morning and be able to review them before she arrives. Finally I am going to be able to help someone, what a wonderful feeling. For my entire internship I worked on cases that were all greed and sex so I am very excited that I will be able to finally help someone that may actually deserve it. I can’t wait until tomorrow. Daydreaming I stare out my office windows and found myself drift off into a childhood memory that I had long forgotten. It appears that I maybe four or five, but I can’t be certain. I am in a judge’s chamber. There’s know one but me and this stranger I new to be the judge. He kept asking me questions, questions that made me very sad. I started crying. The judge kept telling me not to worry that everything was going to be ok and that he would make sure to get to the bottom of this. Back then I wasn’t old enough to really grasp what he was implying nor did I truly understand what was going on, but now as an adult I completely understood. This was the interview that took me away from my mother. A sudden sadness came over me I couldn’t quite understand. Why now was I remembering this childhood trauma, I never even knew happened but yet I know this memory is true? Suddenly, this memory or vision was over and I was looking at my clock and the day was basically over. I had been out of it for at least three hours, how scary. What is wrong with me? I never daydream, if that is what just happened. The day was over but I feel as though I didn’t accomplish enough. Just as I was getting ready to leave Michael entered my office and asked me, “Why so glum?” “I was just thinking about this case I might take. It’s a pro-bono child custody case. This lady is trying to get her child back from her ex-husband.” “Susan, you should take things easy your first week, and get used to your new office, don’t take on too much, I don’t want you getting burnt out with these type of cases they almost never end well. But that’s not why I came in here, I wanted to see if you wanted to go to dinner with me,” he asked with his usual intensity. I new if I said no I would get the riot act. So, I said “Yes, of course, but let me clean up this mess I made of my desk and I will be ready to go.” Michael left my office and said he would meet me at our cars. Suddenly I had another vision like I did earlier only physically more intense. There is a woman, I think she is my biological mother she is crying in the court room, it must be the day I was taken away from her. She ran over to me as I was leaving the court room and she screamed, “Susie I love you with all my heart, I will never stop fighting for you, please don’t ever forget me.” Startled by this latest vision I got up from my desk and walked out of my office shutting off the lights. Feeling a little numb from the emotionally draining visions I’ve had today I walked into the elevator and forgot to push the floor button. Suddenly a voice startled me saying, “Are you going up or down?” I looked up and it was Jarred, “Oh, I’m sorry, I spaced off.” “Don’t worry about it, but what floor do you need?” “Parking structure floor 3,” I said still completely distracted and lost in thought. Waiting for the elevator to come to my level, I turned to Jarred and said good bye when to elevator door opened, then slowly I walked to my car. Michael was waiting for me outside my car, looking a little concerned. “What took you so long? I was going to come back up to your office and drag you out of there, I have been standing her for over thirty minutes!” he said showing some irritation, but shaking it off as fast as he showed it. “Sorry, I got a little distracted, but I’m all yours now!” We drove separately to the restaurant so we could leave separately if need be. Michael picked the booth in the back for privacy. This area of the restaurant is for high profile patrons, its set up to be completely private, we could do almost anything we wanted and no one would notice nor care. It was a beautiful setting with candle light and red roses. Michael loves to buy me flowers red roses in particular. Dinner was brought to me the second I sat at the table. He always knows exactly what I like to eat but never orders anything for himself. I always feel weird eating all this food and him eating nothing. Tonight he had a dark red wine that looked both rich and expensive, I asked him for a drink. “No, you definitely don’t want a drink of this it is not for you,” he said. Teasingly, I asked him “Why not?” He said, “Just trust me!” Feeling that I should drop the subject and just enjoy his company, I leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled into his chest once again taking in his amazing fragrance. As always Michael was most definitely keeping something from me, he is always so secretive. I love that though. Hopefully our relationship can be in the open and not so secret, before the complications of it destroys our relationship. We fell into easy conversation about work and life in general but I knew our evening would soon come to an end. As if Michael was sensing what I was thinking, he asks, “Susan, are you planning to go to your house or mine tonight?” “I’m not sure, do you want me to come home with you or do you have some other plans after were done here,” I said knowing he would laugh. “You are all I can handle in my world,” Michael said with a smile on his face. Blushing, I leaned in kissed him not caring who could possibly see. “I would love to spend the night with you, as long as my boss doesn’t get jealous!” I said teasing him. Laughing together we got up from the table hand in hand and walked to our cars. When we reached my car Michael pushed me against the car and kissed me, meanwhile his hands were all over my body. He was kissing me and teasing me everywhere. I pulled away because suddenly there was an audience. “We better go before we end up on Youtube,” I whispered into his ear as I nibbled on it. “My place” was all he could say. I got in my car smiling feeling excited about this sexy man I am involved with and started to drive over to Michael’s house.
Chapter Two
The drive to Michael’s house is about fifteen minutes from the restaurant. The entire time all I could think about is being with Michael, he fascinates me, we can talk all night long and making love to him is better than any treat in the world. It is completely impossible to stop thinking about him. The entire drive I spaced off asking myself self questions like: I wonder where this relationship is going, I feel like he is the future I dreamed about as a young girl. Michael fills my every waking moment with thoughts of a future dreams are made of. The anticipation of our future is killing me I can’t wait to see what is next for us or if we will even have a future together. I came to a four way stop and proceed cautiously when suddenly a black car ran the stop sign smashing into my driver side door shattering glass everywhere and pushing me into on coming traffic where another car hit me head on. My head smashed into the air bag with a puff of smoke that made me cough I leaned back in the seat to survey my damages, tears were running downs my face and taking with them the blood from a head wound. My head is bleeding, my back hurts, but all in all it could be a lot worse. I reached for the door handle but my door was so badly smashed I could not open the door. I unfastened my seatbelt and attempted to climb over to the passenger seat, but there were people everywhere telling me to hold still and saying that an ambulance is on its way. The fear on their faces scared me but it was torture to see the fear in Michaels eyes, I don’t believe I have ever seen him so worried in the entire time I have known him, I must be hurt worse then I think. But worst of all is waiting for help to arrive it was torture being trapped in my car because I was starting to feel claustrophobic. Finally I could hear help coming. Sirens were blaring, lights where flashing and everything became to overwhelming, and then everything went black.
As I woke up everything started to come into focus I turned my head and there was Michael sitting there in the chair resting his head on my bed sleeping. He was even holding my hand. Not knowing how long I have been asleep or what time it was. I took my free hand and ran my fingers through his hair. Michael started to stir and with a smile on his face, he looked at me and said, “Hi, sleepy head, your awake, I was so worried about you, your car was totaled, and you were unconscious! How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Do you want me to get the nurse?” “No, I think I just want to go home, and rest,” I said. “You can’t! The doctor said you have a head injury and need to be observed over night, I will not allow anything further happen to you, you mean too much to me,” exclaimed Michael. “Can you be the one to observe me? I would much rather have you as my nurse,” I said giving him the most charming smile possible. “I am sorry but I have no training to help you if something bad were to happen,” said Michael. “Please, I am begging you I hate hospitals, they remind me of death and sick people dieing of horrible diseases like cancer. Plus everything bad always happens at hospitals you go to the hospital to have minor surgery and wake up missing a leg. I hate the smell of hospitals, it reminds me of past memories of hospitals and I can’t handle being here! If you don’t want to watch over me I will just check myself out against medical advice and go home having no one check over me that way if I have some sort of reaction there will be no one there to help me,” I said doing my best to make him feel guilty. “You can’t do that, I will not allow it,” said Michael. “You have no say in what I choose to do, we aren’t married nor do you own me,” I said throwing a jab at Michael. “Are you kidding me? Why are you being so difficult? I need to know you are safe and out of danger. Why can’t you understand that staying overnight at the hospital is the safest place for you under these circumstances,” he said. “Michael, I feel fine, I am a little sore but nothing is wrong with me! Please Michael you don’t understand how bad this is for me, please get me out of here, I don’t want to have to go home alone. I would much rather be with you and have you take care of me, you know there is nothing really wrong with me,” I said begging him. While I was waiting for Michael to respond I thought about another childhood memory this time it wasn’t like before at the office, this was one I dreamt about quite often. When I was little my step mother had cancer. We spent months in the hospital while she received cancer treatments. I hated this place, the smells and sick people everywhere affected me. I could feel the pain everyone felt. It was extremely overwhelming and scary as a child. I realize I am no longer a child but those feelings never go away they haunt you like a bad dream you wake from and can’t quite shake. Before I could continue to protest Michael caved in saying, “Fine, I will take you to my place, but if you even act funny at all I am taking you back to the hospital, are we clear?” Smiling, I shook my head in agreement because I knew I had won this discussion.
