“Why? Like I said, I could just get on my knees—” “Because I’m offering,” he cuts me off with a growl. I think he’s becoming frustrated with me, and I don’t know why, but it’s electrifying. I guess I like pissing him off as much as he likes doing it to me. “You’re not getting on your knees, Felix.” My eyes widen. “I’m not…?” “No.” He squints. “Absolutely not. Now answer the question so I can get you out of my office.” The dominance in his tone flips some kind of switch in me. And my head bobs.
