Chapter 13: Are We Being Formal Now?

Keira’s POV

I wore a thong for my next meeting with Clint, as promised. I was excited that therapy was more exciting than I initially thought, giving me something to look forward to. My fantasies about Clint filled my head even when I was in a class.

Today was the day I quenched the heat that had been burning in me for days. With his tongue, of course.

I was already parked in front of the clinic and checked the time on my wristwatch. I did not want to go in too early not to seem desperate, but the anticipation of today's session made my legs work faster than my brain.

So what if I was desperate? A girl wants what she wants.

I walked into his office and greeted him with a coy smile. Clint returned it briefly.

"How are you doing today, Miss Temple?" he asked. I did not like the sudden formality. Two days ago, I was called his 'good girl'. Why was he addressing me by my last name now?

I took off my jacket and lay it on the chair, crossing over to where he sat with slow, calculated