She frowned a little. “I don’t want to be bossy.”
“Bossy?” He grinned at her. “You?”
Her frown curved up in a little smile. “I can get bossy.”
She sounded almost affronted that he didn’t believe her.
So, he gave her a chance to flex those muscles.
“Okay, honey. Go ahead. Boss me around.”
He watched his words sink in and take effect.
She nodded and then she reached for him.
HARMONY
“Okay, honey.”
She loved the way he said that word.
She loved it even more that he called her honey.
“Go ahead.” His smile and the rumble of his voice warmed her inside out. “Boss me around.”
Oh, wow.
It was a simple thing.
Just a few words.
But it felt like a gate opening up inside of her.
For so many years she’d been holding herself back.
Second guessing.
Third guessing.
Many, many guessing and over thinking.
But here was this man.
Tall.
Strong.
Beautiful.
Everything she admired but thought she couldn’t have.
And he was telling her to be bossy.
To be bossy to him.
Okay.
She could do that.
