Grace
“Get on your knees,” he said, his voice low and firm, leaving no room for defiance.
I froze as the words echoed around the office.
Did he just say that? My eyes flicked to his face, searching for a smirk, a crack in his cold expression, anything that would make this a twisted joke. But nothing, not even a twitch of amusement.
And then I asked myself a better question, would a man like him even know how to joke? He seemed like the type who’d have someone’s head cut off for laughing at the wrong time, let alone cracking a joke himself.
I licked my lips, trying to mask the heat crawling up my spine. “Hah….I think I’m hearing things. The fear’s messing with my head.”
I reached to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, forgetting I was wearing the wig. I stopped. God forbid it slippe
