Madison
"You want me to stop calling you Mr. Knight?" I asked, watching his expression carefully.
His fingers traced a lazy pattern on my knee. "When we're like this, yes. It seems unnecessary."
I bit my lip, considering the implications. "What exactly should I call you then? Some pet name?" I raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the couch. "Something like honey? Sweetheart? Big guy?" I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips.
His eyes darkened, fingers digging slightly into my thigh. "Don't push it, Madison."
"What? I'm just exploring options here," I said innocently, enjoying the flash of irritation crossing his face. "I mean, if we're getting informal, I should know the parameters."
"Alexander will do just fine," he said, voice clipped. "My actual name."
I tilted my head, studying him. "Alexander," I tested the name on my tongue, feeling a strange intimacy. "Seems rather formal still. And long."
"It's four syllables," he pointed out dryly.
"Exactly. In the heat of
