Publisher's Synopsis
"Call me sir." He demanded."What?" I heard it correct. Yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct?"Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine.No way am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he said that. What does he think of himself?I cleared my throat and spoke."Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested."Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He said quirking a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it."This time he inched more while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk.Move back, Mister."Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall into his gaze.(S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain)He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table either side of me. Where I could feel his lips brushed against my earlobe as he spoke in a low deep voice."If you don't, I'll cancel this deal."No! I can't let this happen................Like a lost soul either drowns in the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes................Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same.
