Chapter 5

• CHAPTER FIVE
• “Harder.” He said.
• His request was met with enthusiasm, her slurping sounds filling the dimly lit room.
• He let his gaze sweep over her scantily clad body: hot curves, great ass, even a pretty face—everything he could wish for in a sexual partner. Eager to give head, she would probably swallow too. Something he particularly appreciated. But despite feeling her tantalizing tongue run up and down his cock, despite the hard sucking motion, no erection was forthcoming. Her patience was wasted on him. Nothing moved.
• Her head bobbed back and forth, her long brown hair brushing against his naked skin, catching in his pubic hair, but his body wasn’t in it, almost as if she were sucking off somebody else, not him.
• Samson finally pushed her away, humiliated, frustrated and almost blushing from embarrassment.
• In lightning speed, he shoved his useless male equipment back into his pants and zipped up. Even faster, he fled her company. For goodness sake, he shouldn’t have listened to Mark. Telling him after the meeting that he needed to unwind and get a release. It had been Mark’s idea to hire that woman. Now not only did he not have a mate, but he also couldn’t get ‘it’ up. How messed up was that?
• A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion.
• “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.”
• His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?”
• Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was.
• “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.
• “He’s helped me a lot before. What have you got to lose?” Mark asked.
• Erhmmm… His dignity; his pride. That’s if there was any left, Samson thought.
• “I guess if you vouch for him, I can give it a try.” Samson said finally. And just like that, he’d caved. Was it desperation? Kind of. Or maybe he was just tired of listening to Mark list all the reasons he should give the shrink a try.
• “And don’t judge him from the outside… Or too quickly.” Mark added. “Just open your mind and give the man a chance. He’s a vampire too. So he will understand you even better. Just try.”
• When Samson first entered the place where the psychiatrist practiced, he wanted to run right back out. But the receptionist had already spotted him. With a sweet smile and straightened back, she put her large chest on display.
• “Mr. Perry, please come in. Dr. Templeton is expecting you,” her high-pitched voice invited him.
• Once he’d made his way into Templeton’s office, he knew it was a mistake. He should have never agreed to this in the first place. Mark could go to hell with his damn ideas.
• “I don’t think I want to do this crap anymore. I’m out,” Samson said.
• “Please, Mr Perry. Have a seat” The doctor said. He seemed unfazed by Samson’s remark. He pointed at the comfortable looking armchair. Reluctantly, Samson sat down.
• Dr. Templeton let himself fall in the chair opposite. As the doctor studied him for the first few minutes, Samson shifted nervously, hands clamped over the armrests of the chair.
• “Can we get started? I believe I’m paying you by the hour.” He said impatiently.
• “We started the minute you came in here, but then I’m sure you knew that.” Dr. Templeton’s smile was noncommittal, his voice even.
• Samson narrowed his eyes, trying to block out the implied reprimand. “Indeed.” He said, rolling his eyes like a teenage girl.
• “How long have you experienced these anger issues?”
• The words were not what he’d expected. Maybe a question more along the lines of “So, what brings you here?” but not this direct assault on his already battered psyche. He should have asked Mark more about the doctor’s methods before agreeing to make an appointment. They were clearly very stupid methods.
• “Anger issues? I don’t have anger issues. Okay maybe I do… A little bit.. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here for . . . the issue is . . . uh, my problem has to do with . . . ” God, since when could he not say the word “sex” without being flustered? He’d never had any problems expressing himself when it came to sex. He just hadn’t been having the urge for it lately…. Or maybe he had… He just couldn’t… perform.
• “Uh-huh.” The doctor nodded as if he knew something Samson didn’t. “You think it’s a sexual problem. Interesting.” He said.
• Was the man a mind reader? Samson was aware that a few vampires had additional gifts. He himself was fast… Faster than the average vampire. He needed to know whether he was at a disadvantage with this man. He didn’t want to work with somebody who could read him like a book when he didn’t want to be read.
• “Do you read minds?” he asked plainly.
• Templeton shook his head. “No. But your problem is not uncommon. It’s pretty easy to figure out. You exhibit signs of extreme anger and frustration.” He cleared his throat and leaned forward in emphasis. “Mr. Perry, I’m well aware of who you are. You are popular. You run a successful company. You are rich…. And trust me this will not influence how much I’ll charge you—”
• “Of course not,” Samson interrupted. The man would charge him what he thought Samson was willing to pay. It wouldn’t be a first. He was used to people trying to inflate their prices because they knew he could afford it.
• “And at the same time, you haven’t been to find a mate…. I’m guessing it has something to do with this… Anger.”
• “I’m not here to talk about that.” Samson let out a quick breath. The mere mention of his problem made his fangs itch for a vicious bite. He cracked his knuckles and gritted his teeth. “That’s not the reason”
• “Perhaps… But maybe it is. There can only be one reason for this. And we both know this might be it. So, the question is now: are you going to trust me to help you?” Templeton’s eyes punctuated his point
• “Do what?” Samson decided to stick with denial. It had worked so far.
• “Get over the anger.” The doctor was as insistent as Samson was stubborn.
• “I told you, it’s not an anger issue.” He repeated.