Chapter Four: SpankingDaemon rises to his feet and she feels like she's shrinking and growing smaller. It's not possible, of course, but the way he looms makes it feel like a reality.
She has to crane her neck to maintain eye contact with the man. She doesn't know if she likes the way he's looking at her. It feels so intense, like in that moment, she is the only thing that matters and if she were to move at all, he would judge her for it.
"Good morning," she says with a bright fake smile that she hopes can hide the way her heart is trying to beat its way out of her chest.
"You must be Miss Harley," he says, not a foot away from where she's standing, his voice rumbling down her spine, like a deep vibration from a bass instrument. She feels herself reacting to the mere sound of his voice
