I entered the room with him behind me. We had not said anything since our encounter with that woman at the stairs. she had left me thinking. why would she act like she knew me and why did she call me by another person's name? Jordan closed the door behind us right before moving towards his study table. his fingers glazed against the mahogany table as his eyes struck at me.
' I'm very specific about the orders that I give. I expect all my slaves to follow them. What makes you think you are the exception, little one?' his tone was filled with slight irritation. Yet the expression on his face did little to hint at his true intentions. I hated it when he looked at me. It always gave me butterflies, and not the good kind. It made me scared. He was scary.
I opened my mouth to respond yet I could barely count the words in my head. He settled down in his big chair behind the table, but his eyes never left mine.
