JORDYN’S POV
“Jordyn.. call me Jordyn when we’re alone,” I said, my voice low as I gazed into her eyes. The look that flashed across her face was a mix of surprise and discomfort. I could sense her hesitation, I knew she was going to decline, her lips were already parted to protest, so I added,
‘Its an order,” My tone was firm but gentle, a subtle reminder of my authority without being overbearing.
Her expression was a picture of discomfort, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pursed, as if she was struggling to come to terms with my request.
It was adorable and I found myself fighting back a chuckle. Her expressions were always funny and entertaining.
Just as I was enjoying the sight, she turned to look up at me, and I quickly wiped the smile off my face, attempting to fabricate a ser
