Chapter 6. How Sensitive Are You?

Keira’s POV

He had not changed a bit. Except this time he flexed a pair of monochromatic glasses, and an orange shirt with its top two buttons open.

He looked very yummy and my mind was already buzzing with naughty ideas. But I stopped my reeling thoughts, red hot anger washing over me instead as I watched him. Was this some kind of a sick joke?

I saw a glint of shock in his eyes as he shifted in his seat, repositioning the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“What the hell is this?” I could not contain my fury. “Is that my file? Did you know about me before now?”

“Calm d…” he tried to say but I was not having it.

“Do not tell me to fucking calm down. How could someone who was willing to get down with me on the first day be my therapist? How exactly are you supposed to help me?” I raged.

How stupid did I seem to him right now?

He looked apologetic as he raised his hands in surrender. “Hey…take a breath. This is not what it looks like.”<