His eyes pin me to the seat. "Take. Your. Hair. Down." My hands refuse to do as they are told, thrown by his tone on the phone, unaffected and commanding, and by his brazen demand. "Why?" He stares at me expectantly, a soft smile settling on his handsome face. "Because it will please me if you do." I reach up and pull the band from my ponytail; the long blonde curtain falls around my shoulders. "Are we spending the day together?" I ask pointedly. "Just the two of us? He relaxes further into his seat. "Why?" I try to hide my smile as I say, "Because it will please me if we do, Sir."
