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Nat stood outside the address on Dr James’ business card. The building was tall, maybe 4 floors, and formed part of an old block of smart terraces. A set of steps led her up to the imposing and unnecessarily large black door.
Before she had a chance to knock, the door opened and doctor was standing in front her, dressed just as he was in diner when she had first met him. Three-piece suit, with a white shirt and a pink tie. She could still turn around, run away, and forget all about this bewitching scientist. But she didn’t, Dr James without a word gestured for Nat to enter and she did.
The town house had high ceilings and a long entrance hall with doors along one side. Large gold frames hung on the other wall holding images of men that Nat desired. Had the scientist picked images just for her? ‘Surely not,’ Nat thought to herself.
When they reached the end of the hall the doctor opened the very last door to a large room at the back of the house. It was furnished with 2 large, deep red sofas, more pictures, and paintings of sexy men, some alone, others embracing in passionate but tasteful poses. The rest of the room was decorated just as opulently with gold accents throughout but in a tasteful and elegant style. Nat took a seat on one of the large sofas and the doctor sat opposite her.
“I can make your deepest desires come true, desires you never believed could come true,” Dr James began.
“How do you…” Nat started to say before she was interrupted, “I saw how you were looking at that man at the club. How you wanted what he had. Isn’t that what you want?” Nat silently nodded, her movements out of her own conscious control.
The doctor stood up and asked, “Would you like some tea?”, grateful for the respite Nat gladly accepted. Dr James left the room and Nat was able to look around for a few minutes and collect her thoughts. She still wasn’t sure why she had come, the more she waited, the more she thought this doctor was crazy. She got up to leave, but then the door opened, and Dr James walked in with a silver tray and a pot of tea.
“Don’t get up, your tea is ready” the doctor said in a voice that washed over Nat in a comforting way making her return to the sofa. The doctor placed the tray down on the table in front of her and began to pour the tea into two china cups. Despite her doubts before, she drank the tea and didn’t notice that the doctor hadn’t touched his cup.