Elise's pov

My eyes tracked as he walked over to his big, mahogany desk and sat down then gestured towards the leather chair across from him in a way that was more of an order than an invitation.

“Sit.”

I remained rooted to the spot.

Slowly, his eyes moved from the seat over to me and he cocked an eyebrow in question but I said nothing.

With a sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What now, Elise?”

I realized that this was the first time he had ever said my name and ...