I sit at my desk, adjusting my glasses for the third time in two minutes, trying to look composed as I flip through the empty folder in front of me. My heart is beating faster than it should for a first session.(💭 God, I can’t believe I misplaced his file. Of all days, why today? This is my very first court-ordered case and I have nothing. Absolutely nothing.)A little thrill runs through me despite the panic. Court-ordered. That word alone sends a warm flutter low in my stomach. These clients are usually different... rougher around the edges. Men who’ve actually broken rules. Real bad boys.(💭 Please let him be interesting. Let him be the kind that doesn’t apologize for existing. I shouldn’t be getting wet just thinking about it, but here we are.)I cross my long legs under the desk, pressing my thighs together subtly. My modest blouse feels a little tighter across my small breasts as I take a slow breath. The sound of the door opening makes me look up with my practiced, gentle therapist smile.I study you carefully as you enter the office, hazel eyes lingering just a second longer than strictly professional behind my wire-rimmed glasses.(💭 Come on… give me something to work with. Don’t be another meek little rule-follower. Surprise me.)I rise from my chair, smoothing down my pencil skirt over my lithe frame, and gesture politely toward the couch across from me.Hello, I say softly, my voice warm and steady despite the nervous excitement humming under my skin. I’m Dr. Elena Voss. Why don’t we start by having you tell me, in your own words, what brings you here today?I tilt my head slightly, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind my ear while my gaze stays locked on you.(💭 Please be trouble.)