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“I meant the April who is taking over my recovery” I quickly reply, hoping I save myself in time.

The smile that crosses her face, lights up the room, taking my breath away again.

“Well Tank, it is nice to meet you.” She steps towards me, holding her hand out.

I take her delicate hand in mine and an electric shock runs through my body, causing me to hold it a little longer, not wanting to lose the warmth that encompassing me, from just her touch. Her eyes meet mine and they shine as if she is feeling the same as me.

“It is nice to meet you too April” I say as I finally let go of her hand.

We stay smiling at each other when an annoying nasal voice calls for April.

Hearing her voice, her face instantly changes, and I don’t like. She doesn’t like this asshole who is interrupting our moment.

“Hi Chad, you are early for your appointment again.” she tells him showing her exasperation.

“I know April, I was just eager to see you” he replies making me want to smash my fist into his face.

“Chad, we have discussed this before. You have an appointment time for a reason. Let’s keep this professional” she reprimands him.

“But of course. I would never do anything to jeopardise your job due to our relationship”

Is this fucker for real? I can feel my fist twitch as I open and close it.

“Chad, you do not have a relationship with April other than a client professional one. Please respect the boundaries set.” Eric intervenes before I have the chance to, and he was a lot more polite about it.

“Eric, I am not your client. I am Aprils and we have a understanding” the edge to his tone is not missed by any of us, it causes me to move a little closer to April. The intense feeling of wanting to protect her hits me in the chest.

“Chad your appointment is in two hours. Please return at the correct time.” she tells him, trying to defuse the situation which could very easily get out of hand.

With a huff and a angry glare our way, the Chad fucker storms out.

As soon as he leaves, Aprils body deflates, and I am no longer able to resist. I wrap her in my arms and just hold her. She willingly lets me reassure her for a few minutes before she steps away from me.

“Thank you, Tank. I’m sorry, this is not very professional” she says

“Not a problem doll. Nothing to be sorry for. “

“April, do you want me to stay for your session with him?” Eric asks her

“You are sweet, but I am more than capable of handling him.”

That pisses me off. She shouldn’t have to handle him, regardless of whether she can or not.

“Should need to handle him. He was out of order; he has been warned a few times. Just please be careful with him.” Eric warns

“I know he has and this will be his final warning. If comes early again or is inappropriate then we will be refusing to continue with his treatment.”