I lifted a brow. “I don’t remember asking you to.”
“But—”
“You won’t leave this room until I say so, Maria,” I ordered, “Stay put.”
She did, and I swung a leg over to keep her in place in case she wanted to try something funny. The crimson on her cheeks morphed to a deep shade of scarlet, and I tipped a finger under her chin, raising her head up to eye level.
I knew a hint of mischief gleamed in my eyes. “What, don’t tell me the great Maria Simmons is shy now?”
She scoffed and plucked her chin from my finger, holding her head up high in the air with the same arrogance she had the day I blackmailed her.
“I don’t know what thoughts about me swim around in that head of yours, respectfully, sir, but it’s not every day I end up in bed with my boss.”
I suppressed a grin.
I really had underestimated this one.
She was as feisty as she was shy and as audacious as she was submissive.
And no, she couldn’t even begin to grasp the thoughts I had about her swimming in my mind. The naughty, dirty things I wanted to do to her.
“Roman, Maria,” I reminded her rather softly. Her gaze fell to my mouth, and she hiccupped. “Never ‘sir’.”
She answered quietly, “Okay.”
Then, her head snapped up, and the feistiness had returned. Her lips fell to a straight line like a tight stitch, and her short fingers curled into the duvet. “But the point is, this….” She motioned between us and shook her head. “What happened last night…it can’t happen again.”
Scooting closer, I squeezed her thigh and enjoyed watching the subtle shivers roll down her skin. Stopping above her knee, I asked her, “You didn’t like it?”
Her gaze flickered betw