The Secret Sanctuary – Part 8

I might have been calm and polite with Chris but my mind was spinning like slot machine reels.  I saw him out to the front desk to pay for the session and schedule any follow up he wanted.  I didn’t think he’d need more than 2-3 more sports injury type sessions but if he worked on a farm when he wasn’t at school then all bets are off.

I headed back to the office and put on a fresh pot of coffee.  I need any coffee, in fact,
I should have been avoiding it as agitated as I was.

“Oh well.” I thought to myself as I waited for the coffee to brew.  As I waited, I heard the front door alarm relay click and assumed that Chris had left.  I waited a bit longer then stole a cup of coffee from the decanter while it was still brewing.  A quick two shots of cream and I was ready for a boring afternoon at the front desk.

I walked up the hallway and nearly ran into Liz as she was headed back to the office.

“You okay Pete?” she asked concerned, “You’re never this out of it.”

“I’ll be fine Liz, it’s just a stressful day.  Between the session with Chris and the whole mess with Kate, I just want the day to be done.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about Kate.  Cloverdale’s finest arrested her about
thirty minutes ago and they called the front desk to let you know.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, “They were told to never call the shop directly
but to call my cell phone.  Oh well, if she’s been taken in then there’s nothing more to worry about there.  My lawyer will be representing the shop in court, I shouldn’t have to be there unless Kate’s lawyer calls me in to testify.”

Liz let out a sigh, “Thank God that’s over.  What a week it’s been.”

“Tell me about it Liz. I’m going to but on some mood music up front and maybe some
essential oils simmering. I need to make a couple of personal calls while I’m at the desk.” I said quietly while Liz gave me ‘the look’.

“I know Liz, no personal calls at the shop.  This is important.  It has to do with

Liz’s eyebrows shot up, “You aren’t calling him are you?  I mean, he’s a guy
and all but…”

“Liz! It’s not like that!” I barked. “Actually, it’s related to that but it’s not like that but I don’t want to talk ‘bout it.”

Liz scrunched up her face knowing that I was hiding something.

“Fine Liz.  If you really have to know, I don’t know who/what I am.  I’m not really
interested in anyone sexually and never really have been.  But there was something about Chris that caught my interest.  I don’t know what it was, if it was his bravado during the session or his swagger when he walked in.”

Liz just looked at me and for once, she was speechless.

“Pete, you mean, you’re asexual?” she asked after a long pause.

“If that’s what you call it. I’ve never really felt attracted to anyone.  There have been a couple of times that I felt closer to people than usual but I’ve never wanted to have sexual relations with anyone. Well, that was until today.” I explained, which made me feel better and worse all at the same time.

“Oh. Well, that explains why Kate and I could never set you up on a date.” Liz said with a laugh.

“Yeah. You guys did set me up with some really nice girls and I think you even tried setting me up with a couple of guys too.”

Liz let out a laugh that was partially a snort, “Yeah, we did.  We didn’t know and we were just trying to help you out.”

“I know Liz. Random question: did you lock the front door and put the lunch sign up?”

“Yeah.  Why?” she asked quizzically.

“Fuck it, set it for a return in one hour and put a note that we apologize.  We’re going to get lunch. I’m going to grab my jacket while you get the
front door ready. If I remember, we didn’t have anyone booked until

“Right.  So, where did you want to go for lunch?” Liz said as she headed up front.

“Uhm, good question. Not the Daily Drip if possible.  I’m not sure what else
we can get in and out of in an hour.” I shouted up the hallway.

“Okay, I’ll surprise you then.” came Liz’s answer.

“Preferably some place that doesn’t have moody saxophone music playing.  Chris
seemed like he was eyeing me up like Bill Clinton interviewing interns.” I said with a laugh.

“Well, you know, we could redo the office to give you an Oral Office.” Liz said with
a shit-eating smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Funny Liz.” I said with a laugh.

“Pete, smile. It’s pretty clear there’s some interest there. If it’s real, you go on a date or two and if things work out, you drop him as a client. If it was all a mis-understanding, then you can keep him as a client and have a good laugh about it.” Liz said reassuringly and finished just as my stomach growled loudly, “C’mon Pete, let’s get

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