She turned, but didn’t move back towards him. There was no mistaking the way her gaze met his for only a second before darting around the room, then settled on his chest; the way she nibbled nervously on her lip and twisted her fingers together before hiding her hands behind her back. That lasted only an instant before she jerked them back around and placed her palms defiantly on her hips, as if in challenge. Oh yeah, definitely a sub. He relaxed a bit.
He considered speaking. Taking control of the situation. But he couldn’t yet predict her response, couldn’t be sure he wasn’t taking the wrong tack. So he waited. And was rewarded when she took a deep breath and walked towards him.
“My name is Dana.” There was the tiniest hint of southern twang to her voice. It made him want to hear more.
