His head inclines in my direction, but he doesn’t turn. “Can I talk to you in the living room?” His body stills, but this time, he looks at me. And it makes me suck in a breath as though I’ve been sucker punched. The harsh lines of his face, that pronounced brow. He does look like he could kill me or fuck me. And with a face like his, I’d say thank you either way. Thank you, sir. Will you please twist my panties and whisper something dirty in my ear one last time before I go?
