“You may change into something more comfortable if you would like,” Sterling said after my messages were sent.

I may.

Fuck him.

Leaning back, I crossed my legs at my knees, bobbed my high-heel sandal, and settled against the soft seat. With my hands gripping the arms of the large plush seat, I found my most defiant voice. “Thank you for your permission. It’s not necessary. I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want, when I want.”

His grin curled ...