MICAGE
I didn't know what it was about her that left me in knots and panting like a lap dog.
It was almost laughable how a lack of attention from her could turn me into a needy male animal.
"Is that clear?" I asked, demanding an answer, as well as her attention.
"Yes, sir," she breathed, sending shockwaves down my spine.
I opened my mouth to speak, but there were no words. Words eluded me at her sheer use of the word 'sir'.
What was wrong with me?
I sucked in a breath, letting go of her jaw as I tried to compose myself.
"Good," I said, holding her gaze. "Now let's get you dressed."
Leilani cleared her throat and nodded at my words. While I would have loved to make her speak to me again, I knew we didn't have the luxury of time.
Thanks to a little accident at one of my workspaces,
