"…Come sit on my lap," he said.
My head snapped toward him, my glare heavy on his face—only for it to vanish just as quickly as I remembered the terms. The agreement dictated that I had to look delighted whenever there was any kind of skin contact with him.
It didn't help that his expression was blank and intense, the kind that made it obvious he was simply waiting to see if I would mess up.
Slowly, I chewed what was in my mouth before scooting over and settling onto his lap with a smile on my face.
"Happy?" I asked.
My tone was venomous enough to completely contradict my expression.
He leaned back against the wall and nodded, a pleased look spreading across his face.
"Very."
Instead of responding, I focused on the food on the table, eating as though I intended to ignore him completely.
I jerked slightly when I felt his hands snake around my waist, his body leaning closer until it pressed firmly against my back.
I was sitting more between his legs than actually on them.
