boss’s son. I think it’s pretty clear that I’m done here.” “No, you’re not done here. You’re not even close to being done here. So just cool your jets and let me think about this,” I ordered, shoving his chest and feeling a swell of excitement when he let me walk him backwards. Because after the display he’d just put on, there was no way anyone could make this boy do anything he didn’t want to do.
walk him like a dog
