CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Shaking herself from her wayward thoughts, Kristen found him watching her from a relaxed position, leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms overlapping across his gray T-shirt-covered chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. “Where did you go, Pet? I lost you there for a minute.”
She tried to brush his question off, not wanting him to know what she'd been thinking. “It wasn't anything important. Do you want some coffee?”
The Dom in him must not have liked her answer because he frowned, and his eyes narrowed. “Strip.”
“Wh-what?”
He didn't move from his position, but his posture no longer appeared relaxed. “I won't repeat myself, Kristen. You heard me loud and clear. Either say your safeword or do as you're told.”
Hesitating only a split-second longer, she pulled
