Just For You

Chapter 13: Hera

Panacea is just staring at me. It's unnerving.

          Zeus is about thirty minutes late. Why? I have no idea she hasn't called or texted us to let me know where she is or why she's late. Typical. She wanted to do this and is skimping out on the sessions.

          It could also be because of what happened in my office two days ago. I really thought she was going to kiss me. I wanted her to kiss me, but it seemed like she was too in her head.

          I gave her every indication that I wanted her to take me. Why the fuck did she back out? I have never been so pent-up and pissed off in my life. After I got off work, I practically drag-raced home to find any kind of release.

          One would think masturbating would help. It did not. It just made it so, so much worse. Whenever I came, I thought of Zeus's hands on my body. Her calloused yet soft hands roamed over my body.

          Never have I given myself so many orgasms and still felt unsatisfied. I hate Zeus for that. I hate that I don't feel satisfied after touching my own body. A body I spent almost all my teen years learning what it likes. And Zeus came along learning all those things and more.

          After she left my office, Achilles kept her distance. I barely even saw her. Which I'm grateful for. I didn't want her in my office in the first place.

          I sat down, looking over the food Zeus bought me for lunch. I texted her to bring it to me to see if she would, especially after I kicked her out and slammed the door in her face. When I saw her read my message, I took it as a no. I didn't know she drove hours to get me my favorite food.

          It was delicious. I spent the entire time in my office eating on it as I worked, thinking of the times we drove there together. I hate driving for long periods of time, so Zeus drove. She talked a lot, I assume to keep herself entertained, and I just listened.

          I looked at the clock. Five more minutes have passed, and Panacea is still looking at me. What the fuck is wrong with this woman?

          She tilted her head to the side, looking me over with a small smile. She may be, but she does not know how to make someone comfortable.

          "How are you doing, Hera?"

          I frowned at her. I've been here for about half an hour, and that's what she asks me. Has she realized Zeus might not show up and is trying to help us get our money's worth?

          Clearing my throat, I sit up straighter on the couch.

          I straighten my dress out. "I'm fine. I started working at Brysin's Publishing. I'm COO. It's keeping me busy, keeping my mind off things." I say honestly.

          She smirked at me. I don't like that. She looked at her notepad and then back at me. "Hm. have you and Zeus talked? Or anything else?"

          That's a very vague question. What does anything else mean?

          I narrowed my eyes at her. "What are you asking me?" I need a more specific question.

          She smiled. "When you two were here for your first session, I noticed you were tense. But when Zeus looked at you, you eased up a bit. Right now, you are all clammed up for a different reason than why you were when I first saw you. I assumed something happened."

           There's no fucking way she could have deducted any of that through body language. No fucking way!

          I looked everywhere but at her. Swallowing, I finally give her the answer she wants.