Keira’s POV
Please, Clint. Please fvck 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 still did not 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 ple
