DJ's POV
My head snapped up to his face and instantly my eyes connected with his pale blue ones. Although my night vision was just fine, it took a second or two for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. But the intensity in his icy gaze cut through even the darkest shadow as his eyes never moved from mine.
“Are you kidding me?!” I blurted, my heart rate suddenly going through the roof. And I wasn’t entirely sure if that was anger, fear, or excitement that made it go up. “Why, you always tie your maids to your bed?”
I hoped to come off snappy and offended but ended up sounding breathless and nervous. Which was one part fear, one part apprehension, and a hundred percent my p***y talking!
Had I been right calling him kinky?
And why was I hoping I had been?
“Only the ones I want there,” he
