“But I’m not over the way you like to control things,” she says in a sensual tone. “You’re not over it?” I ask, picking up what she’s putting down. “Not at all.” She hesitates, then her eyes flicker with avid interest. “I think I’d like to know more about what you like to control.” Fuck all the other guys. I seize the moment and cup her cheeks. “Let me take you back to the chalet and show you.”
