“Yes, Sir.” Oh! There she goes again. That title, that tone… the wicked little smile when she says it. She knows what it’s doing to me. She’s showing me what she wants, but I’m going to make her clarify. “You’re dressed like this and asking me for a job because you want to leave this house and these people to come home with me to do… anything I want you to do?” “Yes, Sir. Exactly that.” Direct. Firm. Zero doubt. The set of her gorgeous face matches her words. Utter determination. She might as well seize my balls and twist them. Choking back a moan, I lock the door.
