Chapter FiveHale
Her responses have all been perfect in their delicate submission. The slight dip of her chin, the lowering of her eyes, the pink flush of her cheeks at my vulgar language. Things are going better than anticipated, and I’m a happy man at the moment, though my expression remains cool and neutral, so as not to give anything away.
I pushed her to make a decision, told her that I had droves of women waiting in line, which is true, but I’d clear my schedule in a heartbeat for the chance to work with her. There’s something about her that draws me in, makes me want a taste of the sweet submission she has buried away.
“Aren’t you going to order a drink?” she asks, noting the plain water in front of me.
I rarely drink alcohol; I don’t like to give up control. But this beautiful
