Mr. Jones smiled. "Hello, Becca. I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, you did," I admitted with a flush.
"Good," he replied, touching my chin gently. "You don't have to keep calling me Mr. Jones, you know."
I looked at him, startled. "What do you mean?"
"You keep calling me Mr. Jones, and while I adore your need to show respect. I really prefer either Sir or my name," Mr. Jones explained.
A flush rushed up to my cheeks. Call Mr. Jones by his name? Could I?
He stepped close until I was forced to look up at him. Caught by his intense gaze, I felt the rest of the world melt away, and it was just the two of us.
"Say it, Becca."
"Say what, Sir?" I asked breathlessly.
"Say my name," he ordered me.
"Oh," I flushed. "Noah."
His name came out in a breathless caress, feeling beautiful on my lips.
He smiled. "Good girl."
Noah stepped back, allowing me to breathe once more.
