Dr. Hale had been a therapist for years, and he was familiar about how the first meeting with a new client usually went. It was usually silent, with awkward laughter, and carefully in search for the right words to use.

But when Jenna walked in, she was looking lively and like someone who didn't need to be in his office.

Her blouse clung to her chest, her skirt riding high on her toned thighs. She sat across from him, crossed her legs slowly, and fixed him with a look that described how ...