Bab 100: Good girl

Before she could touch him, the man pulled back from her and grinned, ''So if I see you out of the bed, I will assume that you want me to do things to you,'' his gaze slowly scanned her from head to toe before he met her gaze and whispered, ''Bad bad things,'' he whispered. 

And Daisy felt something building up inside her. A strange kind of heat, a strange discomfort, an incurable itch that had her pull the blankets up. 

''Good girl,'' he said before he turned around and walked out of the Master bedroom. 

And Daisy sat there wondering why those seemingly simple words coming out of his mouth sounded so filthy to her ears. Filthy in a way that had the heat rising up her neck and spread to her face.