“You may change into something more comfortable if you would like," Sterling said after my messages were sent.
I may.
Fuck him.
Leaning back, I crossed my legs at my knees, bobbed my high-heel sandal, and settled against the soft seat. With my hands gripping the arms of the large plush seat, I found my most defiant voice. “Thank you for your permission. It's not necessary. I'll wear whatever the f**k I want, when I want."
His grin curled upward as one brow lifted.
With a humph I rebelliously folded my arms over my chest like the child he told me not to be. I was well aware that sitting here in the outfit he'd told me to wear, freshly showered, and f*****g prepared, my words held less substance than a boat filled with holes, sinking to the depths of Lake Michigan.
After a few minu
