Elise's pov
My eyes tracked as he walked over to his big, mahogany desk and sat down then gestured towards the leather chair across from him in a way that was more of an order than an invitation.
“Sit.”
I remained rooted to the spot.
Slowly, his eyes moved from the seat over to me and he c****d an eyebrow in question but I said nothing.
With a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What now, Elise?”
I realized that this was the first time he had ever said my name and there was a slight accent when he said it which made it sound even more sexy.
“I'm not a dog.”
He tilted his head. “What?”
“I'm not a dog.” I repeated. “You said ‘sit’. I'm not a dog for you to command.”
His lips twitched slightly. “So that's what this is about, yeah?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled, running his fingers ove
