Anton’s POV
I was irritating her, that much was clear.
It was also clear that she didn't really know what to do - finally.
"Most people call me Ana."
"I'm not most people."
"You could say that again." she said shaking her head.
I just smirked, studying her appearance slowly.
It took everything in my power to not yank her into the back room and f**k her - she looked like a goddamn siren. That red dress - f*****g red of all colors - those heels, her long hair.
She looked like she was made to be in my playroom. The things I wanted to do to her -
Count back from ten.
Control.
Except with her it felt like I didn't have any.
Fucking ridiculous. She was a child compared to me.
Okay, that was a little extreme, but regardless. She, of all people, didn't have the right to have this much
