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 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 willing to get down with me on the first day be my therapist? How exactly are you sup