"Don't‚" he said sharply‚ his finger pressing against my lips to silence me. "Don't ever lie to me."
I swallowed hard against his finger‚ my lips trembling against his skin.
"Hands on the desk‚" he said.
My brain short-circuited. "What?"
"Turn around‚ walk to my desk‚ and put your hands flat on the surface." His voice dropped even lower‚ so deep I felt it vibrate in my chest. "Don't make me say it again."
I turned around on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else and walked to his desk on autopilot. The mahogany surface was cool and smooth under my palms when I placed my hands flat against it‚ shoulder-width apart‚ and the position bent me forward just slightly‚ just enough that I felt exposed and vulnerable and completely at his mercy.
I heard him move behind me. Slow‚ del
