“Come on, Liv. Look—” “Doctor Young,” she corrected me, one dark brow sliding up into her hairline. “This isn’t a barbecue at Daddy P’s house. You’re in my chair, at my job, and you will respect me and call me by my hard-earned title.” Fuck. My cock hardened at her tone, at the way she snapped at me, at how she made me feel small and somehow made me buzz to life at the same time. “Yes, Doctor,” I breathed. Livia narrowed her gaze, dropping it to my lap before she rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, Carter, you don’t seriously have a boner right now?” “Can you blame me? That was fucking hot.”
