Chapter 4: Chapter 4
WISHFUL THINKING
The young footballer advised himself against committing murder. 'This doctor looks like sadness itself! But he's just doing his job.'
Jason wondered what the initials on his lab coat stood for. '"D.L. Dicke" could be anything. Dour Looking Dicke perhaps!' This brought an evil smile on his face. After that, he measured Jemmy's height. 'She should be around 5'5".'
While he was busy being entranced by his crush who was only two steps away from him. Dour Looking Dicke kept yammering in the background of his mind. Jason couldn't care less about what he was saying. Jemimah Carpenter had taken over his entire sense of reasoning. He had become so enamored by her as if enchanted by a very potent charm. 'Maybe this is love at first sight!' he said to himself.
"Do you understand me, sir?" the doctor asked and Jason was caught off guard.
"Yeah, but of course!" he pretended. That was after being talked to for what seemed like an eternity. The simple truth was that the young athlete comprehended nothing!
Jason soon noticed that both Jemmy and the doctor were looking at him expectantly and he had no clue what was going on. Therefore, it occurred to him that he must be really making a fool out of himself at that given instant.
"Okay, I was not paying so much attention. My mind drifted a little bit." Actually his head was in the clouds much longer than he admitted. "Kindly go over everything one more time if that isn't too much to ask." Jason now acted like he was all ears. But deep in his heart, the player wanted to confess the wild feeling that had overwhelmed him. But surely not to Doctor Dicke!
"Definitely!" the irate practitioner answered in a sarcastic voice. He wasn't even done saying a single word before the player asked him a question. "Excuse me, sir. Can I have a moment alone with the young lady?" Jason was referring to Jemmy who happened to be the only species in the gymnasium, ward or room he wanted to make passionate love to. "It won't take long. I promise."
In response to what Jason just said, Jemimah Carpenter raised her head and fixed a maze of a gaze at him. She still didn't say a word. This left Dour Dicke struggling with respect to concealing his frustration. The doctor wasn't oblivious to how much of an asset the young player could be to the club despite his rather exasperating behavior. "Can't it wait? The session is still ongoing," he said with the hope of making the athlete reconsider.
"I'm afraid it's especially important that I speak with her right now." Jason insisted.
"I'll be just over there then. Be fast about it." The middle-aged man looked at his assistant before walking out of the room.
When Jemimah was sure that her senior colleague had gone, she asked him professionally, "How may I be of help to you, Mr. Sam?"
"Take off your mask!" Jason ordered. She was stunned by his arrogance.
"And why should I do that?" Jemmy was upset. 'Perhaps it's a test.' "If I may ask." She hesitated and looked at her file instead of him.
"Is that how you treat your clients here in Lordham?" He tried to put words in her mouth.
"Sir, this is a very formal appointment and it will be much appreciated if it remains as such." She applied tact.
"A thousand dollars will be yours if you take it off!" Jason made an offer. He felt slightly unsettled as a result of her hesitation. Ladies literally adored the athlete everywhere he went. Why was she proving so difficult?
"If you haven't got any other thing to tell me, then the doctor will return to you immediately," she said indifferently and was about to leave.
"How about five thousand dollars?" Jason asked her somewhat desperately.
"You know what, Mr. Jason Sam?" Jemimah asked rhetorically. "The doctor will be back to attend to you in a jiffy." Immediately she finished saying those words, Jemimah walked away.
Jason watched her back while she was in the process of exiting the room. He knew that Jemmy wouldn't return again. And the player was deeply pained by the mere thought of that. "Who the hell do you think you are, the queen?" Jason yelled to no avail.
He felt fury coursing through his veins! Yet, the athlete couldn't help but notice the beauty spot at the back of her left ear. He desired nothing more but to pull Jemmy close. He yearned to feel her warmth pressed against him, to kiss every ring on the young lady's neck and place his hands on every contour of her body!
Jason wanted nothing more but to perceive the gentle current of her breath while she clung to him willfully. But he quickly returned to reality only to still catch himself weighing the possible consequences of letting her go. 'What on earth has come over me?' he thought.