“On your knees,” I command her coolly, taking a step back and shrugging out of my suit jacket before tossing it aside. She doesn’t move, not right away, yet I hear her sharp intake of breath as I add, “Remember when you said you would get on your knees if I asked,” I remind her, removing the cufflinks from my shirt, and rolling up my sleeves. “Well, now I’m asking you, Hallie. Get. On. Your. Knees.”
