Chapter 8: Please, Clint

Keira’s POV

Please, Clint. Please fuck me today. My brain seemed to chant.

It was my second appointment, and I still could not help but gape at the sexy Greek god, who regarded me silently. He sat behind his work desk donning a pair of glasses and a white coat.

The silence in the room stretched and I was beginning to feel embarrassed under his gaze. I shifted uncomfortably, lowering my gaze. I wondered what was going through his mind. If he could see through me and think I was cheap and desperate.

When I thought he would not still speak, he said. "Sit, Keira. Let us talk." He said.

I obeyed, crossing my feet at the ankles. He looked at me with amusement swirling in his blue eyes. I reciprocated with a straight face, trying so hard to hide the embarrassment I felt.

After the pleasantries, he probed. "Do you usually feel jealousy or attachment to all your sex partners?"

I shifted in my seat. "Not at all," I replied.

His smile softly. "You remember we agreed you would tell me no