"And Dominance and submission."
Morgan swallowed. She'd been caught up in enthusiasm for her show and almost forgotten they were going to discuss that topic. The topic that fueled her shameful late-night fantasies.
"Yes."
He quirked a dark brow at her expectantly, somehow managing to look sharp, displeased, and nonthreatening all at once.
Puzzled, Morgan stared. What did he want?
"Yes, sir," she ventured.
His smile dazzled, rewarded. "Very nice."
"I thought such forms of address were reserved for one's..."
"Submissive? Frequently, but you contacted me for a quick lesson or two. I thought it best to start with a hint of the dynamic and see how you do with it." He leaned forward, an elbow braced on the table. His gaze poured directly into her, molten and unrelenting. "Do you understand what it means to submit to a man? Completely surrender?"
Morgan tried to suck in a breath, stunned to find it ragged beyond her control. His eyes flared hot with approval.
