Chapter 18 Kiss, kiss fall in love?

Dr. Linda Martin's picture on top....

"Why did you do it?" she asked.

A myriad of emotions flickered through those pale amber eyes. "I couldn't let Benedict win the bid after what I'd seen earlier."

She pulled her hand back to her lap and frowned. "Earlier."

"I saw him getting intimate with you. He is a married man, are you sure that was wise?"

"I'm not a child, and he happens to be my friend."

"I bet all those boys wanting to bid your basket and Lucifer are your friends."

She didn't like his tone. He was dangerously close to meddling. "Friends or not," she said keeping her voice to sound calm, "the more money raised the better, lest you forget this is a fund-raising program."

"Do you intend to befriend and get intimate to all of them?"

Now he is meddling. "What if I do?"

"You can't just go around flirting and giving people the wrong idea, and may I remind you Benedict kissed you!"

"He kissed my hand! I am not a girl who flirts with any men. Besides, if I don't let myself interact with men how am I supposed to get a husband?"

"How can you answer like that? Dismissing how Benedict seemed so intimate with you like it was nothing." He answered angrily.

Setting her box lunch on the bench, she stood and fumed down at him, "Because there is nothing going on between us! I'll have you know, I've been kissed before." She lied.

Not to be outdone he stood and placed his hands on his hips. "By whom?" mimicking his pose, she squared off with hands on hips. "A lady doesn't kiss and tell."

"A lady doesn't kiss half the country either."

She gasps, "Who do you think you are? My dad?"

"I SURE AM HELL LOOKS LIKE YOUR GRANDFATHER!"

"Sorry to inform you but I am an orphan! At least if my dad and grandfather are alive they knew I am a woman. And I am ready for a man."

"Ha!" he ran his hand through his hair and took a step toward her. "You think you're ready for a man? You know nothing about men."'

"I'd like to know what makes you so sure of that!"

Before Jasmine saw it coming, he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her against him. His lips crushed hers. And everything she thought she knew about kissing crumbled away. She didn't know kisses could melt her brain and flip her insides over. She didn't know they could make her never want to stop kissing, even to breathe. And she didn't know how much she'd want to breathe.

His intensity softened almost immediately as he worked his mouth against hers before sliding his hands to her shoulders and pulling away.

"I guess you were right," she whispered, still stunned. "I wasn't ready for that at all."

"I'm sorry," he muttered, stepping back, "I shouldn't have done that."

She would have explained to him that it was all right. That she was a grown woman and what happened was just the spur of the moment, an accident, that they'd done nothing wrong. But before she had the chance, he hurriedly walked away, leaving her alone with kiss-tender lips, a mild case of shock and a ten thousand sterling chicken.

Meanwhile...

Lucifer Morningstar was beyond annoyed when Benedict Cumberbatch out-bid him but was completely shaken by the not getting any younger dude who out-bid them both. What was his name again? Alec? Alex? Bob? Who cares?!

Lucifer angrily stepped into his newly purchased Lamborghini out-speeding cars on the highway, making his way to Linda's place where he can vent all of his anger and frustrations.

Announcing his arrival without knocking, Linda who was sitting in her swivel chair was caught-off-guard to see the prince of hell standing on her doorstep, in all his glory, dressed in his signature black suit and infamous devilish smirk.

'What the hell?' she mouthed at him, clearly irritated.

"Sorry 'bout that. Are you busy?"

"Uhh... Lucifer if you could just..."

"But Doctor," he said in an emphasis, "I badly needed your treatment, I wil pay with my body just like before just hear me out okay?" he chuckled as he finished his sentence with his tie lying on the floor and few undid buttons.

Linda's gaze fell into the couch across her where a boy at least sixteen years of age was staring at them nervously.

"I'm with a patient." She said in gritted teeth.

Lucifer then spare his precious time looking at the direction of said patient, he smiled at the boy, the latter stared him back with wide eyes drenched in fear.

"Tom, I am so sorry but can you come next Tuesday same time for your therapy? I'll make sure there will be no uninvited guest to show up and today's session is on me."

"S-sure thing Dr. Martin, no problem." He replied scurrying through the exit door.

"Watch your step kid!" Lucifer called out, earning him a smack on the head.

"Be sure to have a good reason for interrupting my work Lucifer." The Psychiatrist Doctor gave him an icy glare.

"I miss you too Linda. And I am extremely aggravated at the moment so if you please." Lucifer plopped himself on the sofa raising his feet on the coffee table, feeling comfortable while Linda resumed her sit on the swivel chair, memo pad and fountain pen on hand. Sighing heavily Dr. Martin began her questioning. "So the lord of hell as I observe needs to enroll in an anger management therapy." She began.

"First of all, I have no need to undergo anger management treatment. I am mad because I was outbid by an old man over the little mouse's basket." He huffed, fuming.

Linda's confused look was very comical and Lucifer would surely make fun of it if only he is not in his sour mood and so he explained in full details who is little mouse and what happened in KCL. Linda seems very interested in his dilemma as she carefully listens to his narrations jotting notes she deems important as Lucifer vent all of his frustrations.

"You know I am so very used to being in control of everything."

"Uh-huh."

Lucifer snatches her memo pad and saw a doodle of himself fuming in anger. "Doctor are you really listening?"

"Of course I am!" she snatches back her pad. "Knowing the reason why you are so irritated I could only wish I was there to witnessed it all so I can tease you to death." Dr. Martin giggled.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, "I am beginning to think that you're a quack Linda."

"That is why little mouse loathes you to the bones." Lucifer made a face as Dr. Martin continues, "Sometimes it's easier to make intimate issues about something bigger than yourself." At that Lucifer chuckled, "Well, there are few things bigger than myself."

Linda gulped, "I am well aware. Urgh! You snarky bastard! You like to hide your insecurities in humor don't you?"

"I don't have insecurities."

"Mmm... everyone does."

"Very well, I'll play your game. What I am insecure about?"

"That you're changing! Because you face it Lucifer you don't chase women, women chase you! I mean your story tells it all you do not fancy women you just shag them and it is always sex straight away. And I believe I know who's causing you to change."

"Pfft... please."

Linda laughs at Lucifer's ability to deny the obvious. "It is definitely a who. But now that begs the question, 'what do you do with her?'"

Lucifer Morningstar for the first time in his life was left speechless. He couldn't change, it is impossible! Linda's been watching too much chick flix and began sprouting utter rubbish! To avoid being questioned further, Lucifer stormed out of Dr. Martin's clinic leaving Linda giggling.

"Real mature Luce~" she sing-sang. Linda never thought that teasing Lucifer could be this fun!