He puts his hand on the back of my seat, easily turning the chair so I’m facing him. “I would. So I highly suggest you stand on your own, or you’re going to end up over my shoulder.” I’m so tempted to test him, to sit here stubbornly, just to see if he’d actually do it. But that feels like a line I’m not willing to cross, so instead, I stand. “There, happy?” I huff. He looks down at me, and there’s a heat in his eyes that shouldn’t be there. His voice is low and raspy as his breath coasts along the top of my head. “Good girl. See how easy it is to do what you’re told?”
